Circle of Friends (2006) - full transcript
Maggie is a 30-year-old New York City career woman who returns to her hometown in update New York for a funeral of an old friend, and becomes reacquainted with three old high school friends, Joan, Susan, and Emily, as well as her old boyfriend Harry. When Maggie learns that other people whom she knew in school are dying mysterious deaths, she tries to convince her friends and the skeptic police that they were murders somehow connected to one another and linked to a mysterious death in school. When Maggie herself nearly becomes a victim of the unseen killer, she must dive into her past to uncover some terrible secrets that her friends may be hiding from her, which leads to one or more of them who may be the killer.
[ Sobbing ]
- No! No!
You don't have to do this!
[Sobbing]: No!
Please! Don't do this, please!
[ Screaming ]
[ Sobbing ]
No, please!
Please!
No, please!
[ Gunshot ]
- Celia?
You were our touchstone.
The glue that held us together.
We don't work without you!
You organized all the trips.
You remembered
all the birthdays!
You taught us
the latest dances.
You even taught us
how to perm our hair!
- And now you're
not gonna be here
to teach us how
to grow old with grace.
- I think we should
take a moment...
...and ask the universe
to protect her,
and help her find peace.
- And help us understand
why she would do this.
Why she would take her own life.
Sorry I missed the service.
My plane took off an hour late.
- It's OK. You're here now.
That's what matters.
- Joan!
- Hi.
- So glad you came, Maggie.
- Did she leave
a note or something?
- No, no. They
didn't find anything.
- How come nobody
saw this coming?
- Oh, you know Celia.
No matter what she was
feeling on the inside,
she always showed that cheery
face to the outside world.
- But we aren't supposed to be
the outside world to each other.
- I know, let's face it.
We're not the same naiïve little
group we were in high school.
Life got in the way.
- We're all so preoccupied
with our own lives,
we never even saw
how much pain she was in!
- I've been so wrapped
up in my own world,
I hadn't talked
to her in... forever.
- It wouldn't have
made a difference.
We were here, and she
didn't reach out to us.
- Well, some of us have
been pretty busy lately,
flying around the state.
- Well, I tried to talk
to her. I swear I did.
- It's hard to imagine
the girl who grew up
over the hardware store
moving into the
governor's mansion!
- Get used to it, Maggie!
Andrew's way
ahead in the polls.
- I'm really excited
for you, Susan.
- Enough to design
me a gorgeous gown?
- We just buried
one of our best friends.
You think we could deal
with your fashion issues later?
- Can we please
be kind to one another?
On today, of all days?
- I would have loved
to have had you stay with us,
but with all the renovations,
the place is like a war zone.
- No, this is great.
It's very sweet of your parents
to let me stay here
while they're in Europe.
- Well, of all the girls,
you were always their favourite.
OK. Oh, sorry.
I didn't have time
to get to the market.
- Feels like yesterday
when we used to sit
around here, stuffing
our faces with ice cream
and talking about
who was dating who.
- It was a good time, wasn't it?
- It sure was.
So, how you been doing?
- Oh, I've been well,
you know, really well.
Well, other than today, that is.
- Sure. And how's Steve?
- Oh, he's doing fine.
And the kids are, well, kids.
- Oh, wow. They must
be so big now.
- Oh yeah, they're
a handful, all right.
- And Harry?
How's Harry?
- My brother?
Oh, you know, he's good.
He's really working hard.
- So what have you been
doing with yourself lately?
- Oh, not much, really.
You know, mostly
mom things, wife things.
You know, carpools,
soccer games, dinner parties.
- Well, I'm glad
to hear you're doing well.
- Yeah. OK.
Um, there are fresh
linens on your bed,
towels in the bathroom.
Here are the keys,
the alarm code, and
the emergency numbers.
OK?
- Tell your parents
I appreciate this.
- Are you sure you
won't come for dinner?
It's pizza night!
- It sounds tempting,
but I'm so beat,
I think I'll curl up in bed with
a book and a hot cup of tea.
- Life in the fast lane, huh?
Sleep tight.
[ Door opening ]
[ Door closing ]
[ Keys rattling ]
[ Clatter ]
[ Clatter ]
[ Water running ]
- Ah! Hey!
- Harry!
- You damn near scalded
me half to death.
- What the hell are
you doing here?
- Last time I looked, this
was still my parents' house.
- So what, you just decided
to drop by and take a shower?
- Actually, my hot
water heater blew up,
so this seemed like a good idea.
- Didn't Joan tell you
I was staying here?
- Well...
- Oh!
You sneaky bastard.
You could have called!
- Great to see you again, Mags!
AAHH!
Dammit!
- I wasn't surprised
you married Lois.
She was always madly
in love with you.
- [Chuckling]: Only at first.
Then she got
to know the real me.
- Oh, I don't believe that.
You guys were together
for quite a while.
- Yeah. There were
good times at first.
It just hadn't worked
for a really long time.
I just couldn't deal with
the idea of divorce, but...
Joan told me that
you and Richard
had a really good marriage.
- We did.
Maybe it was because we
were friends for so long
before we ever
went out on a date.
Whatever it was...
It worked.
- I'm glad.
- Your letter meant
a lot to me, Harry.
It was so shocking,
losing Richard like that.
- He was really a good guy.
- Yeah.
They said he had been drinking.
I don't know how he
lost control of that car,
but I know he wasn't drinking.
- Did they find any
alcohol in his system?
- No.
His car went up in flames.
There wasn't...
much left of him.
I just couldn't
write you back, Harry.
It was too hard.
- I know.
So how long you
sticking around?
- A few days, if I can.
It's been so long
since I've been here,
it's actually
nice to be back.
- I'm glad to hear that.
- Mmm.
You do plan on fixing
that water heater, don't you?
[ Chuckling ]
- It all depends.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- Look at that
defiant little smile.
Even then, Celia
had such spirit.
This was taken the day she
made us swear our blood oath
to always be there
for one another.
- The things you do at 10.
- Let me see?
- My God, where did
you find that photo?
- I never throw anything out!
I still have my
Girl Scout uniform.
- Hey, do you guys remember
when Celia's bike went
missing, and she made us
sneak into every back yard in
the neighbourhood to find it?
Righteous indignation,
even in the 4th grade.
- That girl, Mandy?
Oh, she was sorry
she picked Celia's
bike to steal.
She's been shell-
shocked for years!
[ All chuckling ]
- The truth is,
we were always
Celia's back-up team.
She was Nancy Drew.
- Always a detective.
- You know, Mandy comes
to my yoga studio.
She still can't
look me in the eye.
- I'm so proud you've turned
all those years of
the Downward Dog
into your own business!
- Show-off!
[ Phone ringing ]
- Hello?
What do you mean, he got out?
You were supposed to watch him!
He gets terrified
when he can't
find his way home!
- Fred, her cat.
There's always a drama.
- That's why I hired
you to babysit!
Please go find him.
And call me when you do.
I don't care how
neurotic it sounds.
He gets upset
when he's left alone!
- Shh, it's OK. We'll
tell that to the men
in the white coats
when they come to get you.
- That's your problem.
You don't care about
anyone but yourself.
- Just because I don't want
the responsibility of a pet
doesn't make me selfish.
- Oh, no, admit it.
You were always lousy with pets.
Remember when she tried
earning extra money in college
babysitting pets?
[ All laughing ]
- Oh God,
that poor girl downstairs.
I forget her name,
but her cat was a zombie
after spending a day with you.
- Nancy Harrison.
That was her name.
- That's right!
She had curly dark hair,
and the high-
pitched little laugh.
- Yeah. She died
a few months ago, you know?
There was a fire
at her vacation cabin.
- Oh my God!
That's horrible.
♪ Rock song on radio
♪ Whistling along
I didn't think news
directors got to take a day off.
- Well, I made sure nothing
newsworthy would happen today.
- Well, I think a picnic
lunch is a great idea.
[ Phone ringing ]
- What's up?
What kind of accident?
- What is it?
- OK.
I'm on my way.
There's been some
kind of explosion.
I'm afraid I have
to go check it out.
- Well, I'll take a rain
check if you let me tag along.
- All right.
- Whoa, Johnny, be
careful over there, huh?
- Hey, Bobby, what's up?
- The neighbours
heard a big bang.
Saw the garage on fire,
roof blown clear off.
The police think
it was a gas leak.
- Anybody inside?
- Yeah, it was a man
in his early thirties.
His name is Burt
Sheffield. He was alone.
Apparently, his wife
was visiting her sister.
- God, poor woman.
- I'll see if I can get
a statement from the coroner.
- Thanks, Bobby.
- Didn't we go to school
with a Burt Sheffield?
- Maybe. I'm not
really good with names.
- He was a tall, blond kid.
Very good at sports.
- Tennis.
Yeah, he played tennis.
- Yeah, that's it.
I think he was in our class.
Here he is. Burt Sheffield,
class of '92.
"Voted most likely
to win the US Open
"before reaching
legal drinking age."
- Didn't he ask
you out one time?
- Yeah. I went to watch
him in the state finals.
He was sweet.
- Hey, anyone know what
happened to Phil McAuliffe?
- My nutritionist said
he's teaching at Harvard.
- Oh. Bela Morrison?
- Oh, she was at Andrew's
fundraiser last week.
Wearing the ugliest dress.
- Michelle Murdoch.
- Oh, enough already!
God! Did you really have
to pull out the yearbook?
She's gonna ask about
each and every person.
You know, I don't
remember half of them anyway!
- Well, they all knew us.
We were a pretty
exclusive group!
- Yeah, but we
were all very friendly.
- Speak for yourself.
I was a snob.
- Is that me?
How could you let me go out
looking like that?
- We tried to stop you,
but you were in
your preppy stage.
- Martha? Susan Jennings.
Add Walter Newton's
name to the party list.
Oh, I suspect he'll be
good for a big, fat cheque.
Thanks, dear.
- Who are you?
- Just someone determined
to get her husband
elected governor.
- All right, what
about Carol Nash?
- Poor thing. She died
about 5 years ago.
Breast cancer.
- Give it a rest.
- All right. I'm just curious.
That's all.
I've been here, what, 48 hours,
and I've heard about 3 people
from our high
school who've died.
- People do die,
Maggie. It happens!
- I guess so, but...
Come on!
Three people in 8 months?
And if you include
my husband's car accident,
that's 4 from the
same graduating class.
- Look, you're finally getting
back on your feet,
and I...
- Go ahead.
Say it! Say it!
I lost it after Richard's death,
and you still think
I'm a loose cannon.
- I just don't wanna see
you getting stressed out!
[ Phone ringing ]
- Hey, Rodney!
What's up?
No, I know the awards ceremony
is in 5 weeks.
Just fax me the sketches,
and tell her I'll see her
in 2 weeks for a fitting.
No, I don't know
when I'm coming back yet.
No, I haven't moved
to Connecticut forever.
Bye.
What about Martha Patterson?
- Maybe it would help
if we knew what you
were hoping to find.
- I don't know. I guess
I'm just looking for something
they might have in common.
Some sort of connection.
- What could they
possibly have in common?
- That's what
I intend to find out.
I was an assistant
to the assistant.
And then this new
designer came in, Pascal.
He was amazing, brilliant.
He saw some of
my designs, he liked them,
and the rest just
happened from there!
- Well, he sounds
like a smart guy.
He knew talent.
- Yeah, New York
is full of talent.
I just got lucky.
- [Chuckling]:
Somehow I doubt that.
All those years,
I remember you
tearing out pictures
of dresses in magazines,
designing all your clothes.
There's no way
you ended up anywhere
but right where you did.
[ Chuckling ]
- You know, it's funny.
When I used to dream
about it back then,
I always thought you'd be
right there along with me.
- So Richard went in my place.
He got to marry you.
- Oh!
- You know, I was angry
when you left for New York.
- [Chuckling]: Yeah, I know.
I guess I was
angry with you too,
because you
wouldn't come with me.
- Yeah. I half hoped
you'd hate it there,
and come back here to live.
I knew you wouldn't.
- I always wondered
what would have happened
if I'd fought you harder,
and made you come with me.
- I guess we each had
our own dreams to follow.
I had to follow mine, too.
- You know, Richard always said
that if it wasn't him,
he'd want me to be with you.
'Cause you make me happy.
- He said that?
- Mm-hmm.
And Richard believed
in first loves.
I was his first love,
and he knew you were mine.
- And you were mine.
- [ Maggie]: To the gang
being together again.
- Well, almost the whole gang.
- You know,
it took Celia's death
to make me realize how happy
I am to have you all in my life.
- Is that why you went
by the high school today?
- What, are you
having me followed?
- It's a small town.
- Yes. Yes, I stopped by
to see Principal
Dunn on my way here.
- He said he was gonna look
into anything the 4 of them
might have had in
common back in school
that could connect them.
- I can't believe
you're doing this.
- Well, I can't believe
that none of you
think it's strange
that in a small town like this,
a group of people,
who all happen
to be in our class,
have been dying lately.
- Maggie?
Do you see that guy over there?
- Yeah?
- That's Nancy
Harrison's husband.
Why don't you go talk to him?
He's a prominent lawyer.
I don't think he'd
just sit by if he thought
there was anything suspicious
about his wife's death.
- Don't say it that way!
You make me sound
like I'm crazy!
OK. I will.
- I'm starting
to worry about her.
- She'll run out of steam soon.
- I wouldn't bet on it.
She's as stubborn as
an ass. Always has been.
- He said he doesn't
know of any connection
between Nancy and any
of the people that died.
He said she never
even mentioned their names.
- And they were
together a long time.
- Ten years.
- Did he say anything else?
- Yeah. He said allowing
yourself to move on
is the hardest part of grieving.
- He's right.
All the books say that.
- Is any of this
because of my brother?
- No, absolutely not.
- Wait a minute.
Are you seeing Harry again?
- We're just friends.
- That's what you
said in 10th grade.
I didn't believe you then,
I don't believe you now.
- Why didn't you tell us?
- I would have, but
there's nothing to tell!
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, how about we hit
some of the new
shops downtown tomorrow?
- I told Celia's mother
I'd start packing up her place.
She just can't face
doing it herself.
- I'd love to go with you.
- Oh, God! Packing
away her things.
- Yeah.
- I don't think
I could handle it.
- "And on that cheek,
and on that brow,
"so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
"the smiles that win,
the tints that glow,
"but tell of days
in goodness spent."
- [Both]: "A mind at peace
with all below below,
"a heart whose
love is innocent."
- Mmm.
I think that's when
I first fell in love with you.
- When?
- Byron.
I used to love when
you'd read poetry to me.
- Yeah, Byron. My wingman.
[ Both chuckling ]
Mags...
I'm sorry, I just...
♪♪ There's no reason ♪
♪ There's no rhyme
♪ Lost my senses
♪ I've lost my mind ♪
♪ I heard it all before ♪
♪ No need to say more ♪
♪ No tears left to cry
♪ No fear in my eyes
♪ I've gone in full circle
♪ Once more
♪ It's easy to stay
♪ So maybe I should go
♪ When a heart has no home
♪ Can't be broken,
can't be torn ♪
♪ Time after time
♪ I can count the goodbyes
♪ Before it's all over
♪ Again ♪
♪ I won't pretend
♪ I won't give in
♪ There's no reason,
there's no rhyme ♪
♪ I've lost my senses
♪ I've lost my mind
♪ There's no need
for ever afters ♪
♪ Happy endings ♪
♪ Or lullabies,
oh lullabies ♪
♪ There's no reason
♪ There's no rhyme, no rhyme ♪
♪ I've lost my senses
♪ I've lost my mind
♪ I've lost my mind
♪ There's no need
for ever afters ♪
♪ No need for ever afters
♪ Happy endings
♪ Or lullabies
♪ There's no reason,
there's no rhyme ♪♪
- Mmm...
You OK?
- Um... I'm fine.
I'm OK. Kind of.
[ Chuckling ]
- It's not exactly high praise.
- Oh, it's just, it's
difficult, that's all.
- Of course it is.
- I know it's silly,
but I feel like
I'm cheating on Richard.
- No, it's not silly at all.
- I know Richard would want
me to go on with my life.
I mean, I have to go on
with my life. It's just--
- Hey.
We'll take things as
slowly as you need to.
I promise.
- Of course you do.
- Well... maybe
starting tomorrow.
[ Both chuckling ]
- It's so strange to be going
through her things like this.
- I know. It feels
like we're trespassing.
- I feel like a snoop.
- Hey! Do you remember this?
- Yeah. She knitted an
identical one for each of us.
I still have mine.
- The summer we were 13.
Cranberry and yellow,
our club colours.
[ Both chuckling ]
- Are you quitting
on me already?
- No.
But since we're snooping,
I might as well get
to know her again.
Who she was last
week, last month.
I missed out on that girl.
[ Laughing ]
No one but Celia
looks good in
a driver's licence photo.
Hey.
Hey, listen to what she wrote.
"Nancy - fire, Richard - car."
"Cousin Laura" crossed out.
"Linda," question mark.
"Pam, Burt.
"Rob West, East, Joker is Wild."
- That's the name
of the people who've died!
- Yeah, and then some.
- What's the
printing on the back?
- It's an ATM receipt.
Dated 10 days ago.
So you still think I'm crazy?
- So what do you think she meant
by "Cousin Laura" and "Linda"?
- It must mean something.
Celia was an English teacher.
She was very precise with words.
- There's one name she didn't
put on that list. Her own.
- I don't like this.
I think you have
to go to the police.
- And tell them what?
They'll say I'm
grieving, just like
the rest of you did!
I can't call the police until
I have something more solid.
- Hey, hey, hey! Slow down!
Say hello to Aunt Maggie.
- Where's the juice?- On the door.
- Hi, Aunt Maggie.
- Now, wash your hands,
'cause lunch is almost ready.
- You know, I'm supposed
to leave after Andrew's rally,
but I'm thinking of
sticking around a while longer.
Will your parents mind?
- I think they'll be fine.
Especially if Harry
asks them nicely.
Do I need to worry
about you two?
- Is there any way
I can stop you?
- Hmm. I could ask
you the same thing.
[ Scoffing ]
[ Applause ]
- What an amazing night.
My wife Susan and
I would like to thank
Sharon for hosting
this lovely party.
And we appreciate all of
you coming out here tonight,
to support us with
your kind wishes
and your chequebooks.
[ All laughing ]
We sincerely hope
that our next
little get-together
will be at the
governor's mansion!
- Look at her!
She's as smooth
as that silk dress.
- It's hard to
remember she was once
a shy little girl in
hand-me-down clothes.
- She's come a long way.
I'm proud of her.
I'm proud of all of us.
It's a shame Steve
couldn't join us tonight.
I was really looking
forward to seeing him!
- Yeah, he's on
call at the hospital.
They had an emergency.
- Here they come!
- Maggie!
- Oh, Andrew!
- Seeing you is the
highlight of my night.
- Take it easy, darling! She's
not even a voter in this state.
- When it comes
to my old friends,
I don't discriminate.
How come everybody else
can spend time
with you except me?
- I know! What else could
you possibly be busy with?
You know, Andrew,
I have to say,
I am very impressed.
And I predict a landslide!
- Thank you, Maggie.
- And it's about time we get
a sharp dresser
running the show!
- Well, since you
brought it up,
I do have a small
favour to ask you.
- Oh, you fell
right into that one.
- How about organizing
a fundraiser for me?
A fashion show, to raise money
for the final campaign blitz.
- It was all his idea, I swear!
- It would be my pleasure.
Richard.
Celia.
Burt Sheffield.
Nancy Harrison.
[ Dialling ]
Joan. I found it.
The thing that connects
them all, all 4 of them.
I'll explain when
you come to pick me up.
I'm at Celia's house.
I think we need
to go to the police.
- It'll never happen.
I'll see to it.
I know all about you!
And when I'm done,
so will everyone else.
- How many of these people
did you say are dead?
- Four, Bill.
- In what period of time?
- Eight months. That just
can't be a coincidence!
- Why do you say that?
- A car crash, a fire,
suicide, gas leak.
They're all violent deaths!
- Yeah, but all the
incidents were investigated,
and there was no
sign of foul play.
- I suppose, but
I'm not so sure
how thoroughly they
were investigated!
- I see.
When was this picture taken?
- Back in high school,
about 15 years ago.
- Here.
Maggie, I'd love
to help an old friend.
But don't you
think it's a little--
- No, Bill! I don't!
- Surely there's no harm
in looking into it again.
If there's no reason
to suspect anything,
you'll know it soon enough.
We know how thorough
you like to be, Bill.
- It would really
mean a lot to me.
- Sure.
Yeah, fine. I'll look into it.
Even though you did refuse
to date me in 10th grade.
- I was a silly girl.
So what about the guy
in the baseball hat?
Does he look familiar?
- No, I can't see his face.
[ Phone ringing ]
- Harry!
No, it's OK.
I wanted to stay
in anyway tonight.
How 'bout I cook something?
OK, I won't cook something.
We'll order in.
All right.
I'll see you later!
What? What's that look about?
- You won't tell
me what's going on?
- There's nothing to tell.
- But you're seeing
him every night.
- We're old friends.
- You're old lovers.
And I just don't wanna see
anyone get hurt!
Especially my brother.
- No one's gonna get hurt.
- Harry had a hard
time after you left.
And we both know
you're gonna leave again.
- We're taking it slowly.
That's all there is to say.
So what about the
girl with the ponytail?
- I don't know her.
Do you know where
this picture was taken?
- I don't know. I've never
been the outdoorsy type.
What about the girl
in the green sweater?
- Wait, I recognize her!
Yeah, that's Pamela Layne.
- Pamela?
- Mmm.
- Pam. Celia's note
mentioned a Pam.
Do you know if
she's still alive?
- She's alive, all right.
She's Tom's swim coach.
Just a sec, I think I've got
a picture of her
in here somewhere.
Yeah, here it is.
It was taken at
Tom's last swim meet.
- Wait, I think I remember her.
She was in my Spanish class.
I really need to talk to her,
find out what she knows
about the day
this photo was taken.
- OK.
I'll give her a call.
- I don't get where this
Pamela woman could be all day.
- Joan said she left several
messages for her. She'll call.
Come on, throw a card!
- Gin.
- That is 9 in a row!
How do you do that?
- I'm a natural.
- OK.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
- Ooh!
[ Both chuckling ]
- Thanks!
[ Phone ringing ]
- Hello?
Hi, Joan. You just caught me.
- Joan's worried about us.
She thinks we're
headed for trouble.
- That's what she
keeps telling me.
What do you think?
- I think there's something
very special between us.
There always has been.
- You know, Harry,
we have to face the
reality of who we are now.
We're not kids out
of school anymore.
We have lives.
Lives that we're entrenched in.
Lives that don't exactly mesh.
How are we gonna deal with that?
- I don't know.
I just know I don't
wanna lose you again.
Not without a fight.
And that includes fighting Joan,
and you, and reality,
and... gin!
Yeah!
Yes for Harry.
- Well...
Maybe...
we should forget
about reality for a bit.
- Yeah?
- Uh-huh.
- [Both]: Mmm...
[ Phone ringing ]
- Hello?
Oh, hey, Joan!
No, 8:00 tomorrow
morning sounds great.
Tell her I'll be there.
Thank you.
- Mmm...
- Pamela will see me tomorrow
before she goes to work.
- Ah!
I told you she'd call.
- Mmm...
[ Giggling ]
- Now...
Where were we?
[ Giggling ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Dogs barking ]
- Thanks, Rodney.
I got the fabric samples,
and I'll overnight
them the sketches
as soon as I take
a look at them.
[ Siren blaring ]
Oh, God!
Excuse me! Officer!
What happened?
Who is that?
- Stand back, ma'am.
- Her name was Pamela Layne.
Such a nice girl.
It looks like she
fell from her balcony.
- I start asking questions
about Pamela Layne,
and the next day,
she turns up dead!
- Well, darling, you
can't hog all the credit!
- Don't patronize me.
Do you think this
was a coincidence?
- There's no such thing.
- OK, so what do
you think is going on?
- What does it look like?
- You really believe someone's
murdering these people?
- And you really believe
this was just another accident?
- I don't know what to think.
- Did you get
a hold of him yet?
- No, the desk
sergeant says
he'll be back at 3:00.
- Tell him I'll be there then.
- OK, Mrs. Dale will be
there at 3:00.
- Whatever's going on,
the answer's gotta
be in this photo.
I just wish we knew who
these other people were.
If we could only
see their faces better.
- I could scan the photo,
blow it up on the computer.
- Do it. Then we'll go
see McDougall again.
Anybody else wanna
join us at the police?
- I've gotta teach
a yoga class at 1:00.
- There's a rally at 2:00.
I promised I'd be there.
- Yeah, yeah, I get it.
Guess it's just
you and me, Joan.
- Now, let's see.
You called about Pamela Layne.
Well...
First indications
are accidental.
- Again? And you're
gonna accept that?
- I'm not accepting anything.
Just looking at
a preliminary report.
But the investigating officers
see no reason
to think otherwise.
- It's 5 accidents now, Bill!
- It's a lot of accidents,
I'll give you that,
but I don't see the pattern.
As far as I can tell, they
didn't even know one another.
At least not since school.
I just don't see the connection.
- The connection is the
photo I showed you last time!
Everybody who's
died is in it,
and as of last night,
that includes Pamela Layne.
For God's sakes, Bill!
What's it gonna take to get
you to re-open these cases?
- I'm gonna be
completely honest with you.
I spoke to NYPD.
They said your husband's
accident was a single-car crash,
that his car left the road
for no apparent reason.
Their opinion?
A strong case can be made for--
- Yeah, driving
under the influence.
Yeah. Well, they don't know
what they're talking about.
- Well, they said
you'd feel that way.
- Look. I knew my
husband. They didn't.
And they obviously
didn't care enough
to investigate, and find out
what really happened to him!
Oh. Oh, I see.
I see.
They said I was emotional, huh?
- Not exactly.
Frankly, they
said you were a nut!
- A nut?
Because I wouldn't
let them off the hook?
- You filed a complaint
with the mayor!
- Yeah, so what if I did?
They were gonna brush
it off, file it away!
- Let's assume for
a minute that Maggie
isn't imagining all this.
- You told me she had
some kind of breakdown!
- You did what?
- He was asking about
your emotional state
after Richard's death!
- Look, I have to go
to a meeting, all right?
I'll tell you what, though.
I'll take another look into it.
I'll do that much. But frankly--
- Yeah, frankly, I was right
never to go out with you.
Dammit, Joan, you're
supposed to be on my side!
- He caught me off
guard with that question!
I didn't know he'd
use it against you.
Look, look. He did say
he'd look into it again.
I mean, maybe--
- What, you believe him?
- You wanna tell me why
you filed a complaint
with the mayor?
- Not really.
- You don't think that
was a little extreme?
- They said
Richard was drinking!
- Are you sure he wasn't?
He had been at the US Open.
You said yourself
he had clients there.
He could have had a few
beers with someone, and--
- Now you agree with them?
- No, no.
But I just-- I don't know.
I wasn't there. And
neither were you, Maggie.
- I know in my gut
that it's not true.
Richard didn't
drink and drive, ever!
Remember when his cousin
was killed by that drunk driver?
He never got over that!
I thought I put it
away, made peace with it.
But then I come here, and hear
about all these other people,
and it just brought
it all up again.
- That's why you have
to leave things to Bill.
- I don't think Bill
is capable of handling anything!
- Just give him a chance!
- What is that?
- My fix. I drop antacid.
- You've been taking
those like candy lately.
What's going on?- Nothing! I'm fine.
- Is there something going
on with you and Steve?
- No, no! Nothing's
going on. It's good.
Good, you know? Kids are good.
- Good!
Now give me a real answer.
- As much as I love my family,
I always thought I'd have
more in my life, you know?
Like some sort of
career, the way you have.
- Have you tried doing
something part-time?
- Yeah, for years.
Every morning,
before anyone is up,
I sit in my kitchen and I write.
Short stories. I even
wrote a novel once.
You could paper a room
with the rejection slips.
- How come you never
told me this before?
- Because I wanted
a little success first.
I just needed a little success!
- Success isn't all
it's cracked up to be.
- You don't understand.
You've accomplished something!
I'm a failure.
- You're not a failure!
And nobody gets
everything, Joan.
It just doesn't work that way!
- That's what people
always say to a failure.
- Yeah, well, right now,
with the way my life is,
I'd love to have
some of what you've got.
- How'd it go?
- He's a jerk.
- That good, huh?
What I don't get is,
how come only Celia
went camping that weekend?
We did everything
together back then!
- We didn't do
everything together.
- Wasn't that the summer
you went to Europe,
and I was with my aunt?
- Yeah, I guess you're right.
Any luck blowing
up the picture?
- I don't know who some
of these people are,
but they are definitely bigger.
- The guy in the baseball hat.
There's something
familiar about him.
- Look at his arm.
I think he's got a tattoo.
[ Groaning ]
- Don't let anybody tell you
campaigning can be fun.
Shaking hands with
hundreds of strangers.
I tell ya, the governor's
mansion had better be worth it.
What you got there?
- A guy with a tattoo.
- Didn't one of us
date a guy with a tattoo?
I remember Celia
making jokes about it.
- You know you're getting old
when you can't remember which
one of us dated which guy.
- Ozzy. That's what
Celia used to call him.
Ozzy Osbourne.
Yeah, because of the tattoo.
- Right, Ozzy.
- Bobby Osbourne.
That was his name.
- Hey, now we're
getting somewhere.
So where do we find him?
- Not around here.
His family only
lived here about a year or so.
- We tried to find
him a few years back,
Reunion Committee
stuff, but nobody
knew where he went!
- That's why God
invented the Internet.
Hello? I'm looking
for a Bobby Osbourne.
Yes. Uh, when do
you expect him back?
Oh. I see.
No, no, it's all right.
I think I have the wrong number.
Sorry.
Well, this Bobby Osbourne
is retired, and having
hip replacement
surgery tomorrow.
- That's the third
dead end we've hit.
- How many more Robert
Osbournes are there?
- Too many. Even
after we eliminate
all the ones that are
too young or too old.
It's getting too late
to make any more of these calls.
- Well, give me
the unlisted numbers.
I know some people who might
be able to shake them loose.
- Mmm...
Oh, I could get used to this.
- Yeah, well,
that's the general idea.
But we'll have to pick it up
a little later.
I gotta get to the
station for the 11:00 news.
- I hope I don't fall
asleep before you get back.
- Well, I guess I'll
just let you sleep, then!
- Don't you dare!
[ Both chuckling ]
[ Door closing ]
[ Ringing ]
[ Ringing ]
- You're asleep, aren't you?
- You've reached the Salingers.
Please leave a message
and we'll get back to you.
[ Beep ]
- Hey, Mags. Listen, sorry.
I got held at work
longer than I expected.
Guess I should let
you sleep, shouldn't I?
All right. I will
see you tomorrow.
Oh, what the hell.
[ Smoke alarm beeping ]
[ Coughing ]
Maggie!
[ Coughing ]
Maggie! Maggie!
Maggie! Come on, wake up!
Mags!
Oh, Maggie, come on!
- Oh!
- Maggie, come on!
Breathe in, come on!
[ Coughing ]
There you go. There you go.
Hey!
- Oh, God! What happened?
[ Coughing ]
- It's OK. It's OK.
- Now do you believe me?
- We checked everything.
The doors, the windows.
There's no sign of forced entry.
Let's just hope the
prints SID brings back
belong to someone other
than you, or your friends.
- What if they were wearing
gloves? Ever think of that?
- You watch too much TV.
Look, it's possible that
somebody broke in here.
But it's also possible that
that flue slipped off by itself.
Anything's possible.
All we can go on is evidence,
and until I have some...
- Why do I have the feeling
you won't do
anything about this?
- Maybe we should
consider something else.
- Like what?
- Well, for one thing,
our police psychologist told me
that sometimes people
create this kind of thing.
A kind of drama, subconsciously,
to deal with their grief.
- I don't believe this.
- I'm just looking at
all the possibilities.
- Hold on. If I'd
gotten here any later,
Maggie would be dead right now.
- People miscalculate.
- I don't usually like to tell
people how to do their jobs,
but this half-hearted
effort just isn't good enough!
- Look.
Show me something, anything,
and I'll take another look.
Otherwise, I gotta believe
that if somebody got in here,
they had to fly
down that chimney.
- This is scaring me to death.
They're coming after you now?
- I don't understand. How is it
the cops found nothing?
- I told you the other day,
McDougall's an idiot.
How hard do you think he looked?
- Maybe he's getting even 'cause
you blew him off in school.
- He's created his scenario,
and he's locked into it.
- I think Maggie
should get away
for a few days.
- Emily's right.
- What good is that gonna do?
Whoever did this can travel.
He got to Richard
in New York, didn't he?
No, I'm staying here
until we find him.
- Don't be an idiot.
You're a dress designer!
What do you know about this?
Go home.
- Please don't yell at me,
but are we sure
this was a break-in?
- What?
- This is an old house,
and it is quite possible
that the flue
fell off by itself.
What would it hurt to get
someone in to take a look?
- It's not a bad idea.
If nothing else,
just to prove that
McDougall's wrong.
- And we'll do it
while you're away.
- They're right.
Take yourself out
of the equation for a few days.
It's getting too crazy here.
- OK. All right, fine.
Rodney's been making noise
about needing me
back in New York.
Desperately, as he puts it.
Something about a fashion show
I agreed to do for
the next governor.
- Finally, you're
getting your
priorities straight!
- I'm only going
for a few days,
and then I'm
coming right back.
While I'm gone,
I need you to find out
as much as you can
about Bobby Osbourne.
He's the only
lead we've got left!
This is important!
- OK. Just go!
Come on, get outta here!
- OK, I'll call for
the train schedule.
- I don't know if I like
the idea of you going alone.
You sure you don't
need a bodyguard?
- I'll be fine.
Rodney will watch out for me.
- Rodney?
- There's nothing
to worry about.
Rodney, these are great.
I can't believe you pulled
it together so quickly.
- I'm sorry. Don't
change the subject.
How can you stand there
gabbing about sketches
after you just told me
somebody tried to kill you?
- I like the distraction.
Besides, I don't wanna
admit I'm scared.
- Well then, sweetie,
get the hell out of there,
and come and join us
in the relative safety
of New York City.
- I will. Soon.
- Oh! I see.
So you're willing
to stay in a place
where you're
obviously in danger.
Could this have anything to do
with that old flame of yours?
- No.
- OK, do you wanna
try that again,
'cause you had a little piece
of drool hanging off your lip.
- OK, maybe a little.
- Mm-hmm. And?
- And what?
- And spill it!
I wanna know everything!
But for now, I'll
settle for the headlines.
- The headlines are: I like him.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's like the old days,
only better.
It's comfortable.
Like fitting
into an old shoe.
- An old shoe? Is that
supposed to be a good thing?
[ Chuckling ]
- It is.
Especially if it's
a designer shoe.
- Ah!
- Oh! Hey, don't
look at me like that.
That's all you're
getting out of me.
- Honey, I haven't
even started yet.
When are you coming back?
I know she's a size zero, but
her ego's like a size 47-D.
[ Chuckling ]
- How 'bout dinner
tonight? My treat.
- Oh, sweetie, I can't.
Jeremy's cooking tonight.
Hey, why don't
you come join us?
Have dinner. It'll be fun!
Oh, come on!
He's gotten much
better since last time.
- Wait, what is this?
- Oh, The Joker is Wild.
That's a comedy club
on 6th and 14th.
I went there once.
Of course, I thought
it would be something
very different.
- Oh my God!
- What is it?
- Rob West! East!
- What are you talking about?
- Uh, it's a long story.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah. I'll
explain later. Taxi!
- All right, well, call me.
- You said 6th and 14th?
- Yeah. No, don't
call me. Text me.
- OK.- Be careful!
I love you. Kisses!
Bye.
- They go back into the car.
They're ripping the things out!
They're taking a leak
inside the guy's car!
They look out, he's almost
having an aneurysm, this guy!
He's on the ground! He's
laughing so hard, he's shaking!
They say: "What the
hell is wrong with you?"
The guy says:
"While you guys
were trashing my car,
"I stepped out of
the circle 3 times."
[ All laughing ]
Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm West, he's East,
and we'll be back very soon.
We're gonna take
a short break.
Hey.
- Rob West?
- Who wants to know?
- I'm Maggie Dale.
- Well, very nice
to meet you, Maggie Dale.
What'll you have?
- Just water, please.
- OK! Can I get a beer
and a water, please.
Thanks, man. So, what'd
you think of the show?
- I'm sorry, I missed it.
- Oh.
- I actually came
to ask you a question.
- Whatever it is,
the answer is yes.
- Do you know a woman
by the name of Celia Waters?
- Uh, Celia-- yeah,
I used to know a Celia Waters.
I mean, that was
a long time ago.
- That's what I hoped for.
- Um, please!
What did you say
your name was again?
- Maggie Dale. It used to be--
- Russell, right?
Maggie Russell!
We went to high
school together!
- We did?
- My name was
Bobby Osbourne back then.
Yeah. I guess I wasn't really
in what you'd
consider the in crowd,
but I remember you.
And your friends, yeah.
Celia was actually
the only one
who ever treated me nice.
How is she?
- She's dead.
- I'm very sorry to hear that.
- They say she
committed suicide.
Look, um, Celia's not the
only person from our school
to die lately.
Four others have had
violent deaths
in the past few months.
Now, I found this photograph
in Celia's belongings.
Everybody who's
dead is in it.
And you're in it, too.
- What the hell are you saying?
- I don't know.
Maybe if you could tell
me everything you remember
about the day
the photo was taken.
Where you were, who was there.
- We were camping and drinking.
I'm sorry, but I don't really
remember much about that, so--
- This is important.
If someone is killing people,
you could be in danger too!
- OK, if that's the case,
then why are you here?
Why not the police?
- I've been talking with them.
- I see. This is your
little investigation, right?
I'm sorry I can't
be more help,
but I have to warm
up for the next show,
so it was nice seeing
you again, Maggie Russell.
Goodnight!
[ Door closing ]
- Richard.
[ Phone ringing ]
Hello?
Oh! Hey, Harry!
No. No, I'm just...
trying to figure out what
I'm gonna have for dinner.
[Chuckling]: Uh-huh.
Yeah, pizza sounds great.
But do you
deliver long-distance?
Mushroom and pepperoni!
Oh! So...
Tell me what's
going on down there.
[ Knocking on door ]
Who is it?
- Pizza delivery.
Maggie Dale, right?
Mushroom and pepperoni?
[ Chuckling ]
I told you, I deliver.
- Get in here!
- Wow!
Maggie, this place is great.
- Mmm.
- It's just the way
I pictured you living.
- Well, it's the best
home a decorator can buy.
I work so much, I barely
see what I'm sitting in.
- So who picked this out?
- Richard.
- Pipe.
Richard smoked a pipe?
- It was his father's.
- This wasn't such
a great idea, was it?
- No, I--
I'm really glad
you came by. I am.
- I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have come uninvited.
- No!
No, it's not you.
It's me.
- I understand.
This is yours
and Richard's home.
Come on.
Let's go out.
Come on!
- Wait a sec! I need my shoes.
- We don't have time!
We gotta go now.
- That's it!
- You know, it's gonna be
hard when you leave again.
- New York's
only an hour away.
We'll still see each other.
- Mm-hmm. That's
what we said last time.
- Well, last time,
you were supposed
to finish graduate school
and move to New York!
- I know.
- You know, you never
told me why you didn't.
- If I'd come
with you back then,
you'd have grown
sick of me pretty quick.
What?
You were always meant
to be a big star.
And I was always gonna
be a hard-working newsman.
I like what I do,
but it's not glamorous.
[ Laughing ]
- Wait. You think my
life is glamorous?
My life is so not glamorous!
I only... I sew dresses, Harry.
- Oh, hardly!
- No, it's true!
- Maggie, it took me
a while to admit it,
but we belong to
two different worlds.
- What about now?
- I don't know.
- Oh, God! Why
didn't I see that?
- See what?
- The picture! I've only been
looking at the people in it,
but somebody had to
be there taking it!
- Yeah, you're right.
- Can we go back tonight?
- I don't know what
I'm looking for here.
- Just anything that could
belong to whoever
took the picture,
give us a clue
to who it was.
Or that can help us with
the brunette on the chair.
She's still the only
one we can't identify!
- You are worse than my kids!
- What? I'm sorry.
I eat when I'm nervous.
- OK, look at this.
- What are we looking at?
- The sweatshirt has the
school colours and lettering.
- Hey, that's a team sweater!
- Can you make it any bigger?
- Yeah. OK, W...
W... Wil...
Wilson!
- Lesley Wilson! She was
on the cheerleading squad.
- "Cousin Laura, Linda."
That's what Celia wrote.
I bet she couldn't
remember Lesley's name!
- She was a year
or two behind us.
- Where is she now?
- Don't you remember?
She died.
Some kind of accident.
That weekend, when
they were camping.
- That's it.
That's when it all started.
- Where's Susan?
She'd know the whole story.
- She and Andrew are campaigning
in the Northern counties.
- Then call her!
- I tried earlier.
Andrew's office said
they were behind schedule,
and she'd call later.
- She's stopping by your
parents' tonight for a fitting.
- We don't need
to wait for Susan!
Let's google Lesley
Wilson, see what we find.
- Who do you think you are?
Oh!
[ Screaming ]
Help!
[ Screaming ]
- "Lesley Wilson, 16, was
killed in a freak accident
"yesterday while on
a camping trip with friends.
"Apparently, she had gone
"for a walk alone in the woods,
"and appears to have fallen
"from the edge of
an unstable cliff."
This article is dated July 1991.
[ Phone ringing ]
- Maggie Dale.
- It's Rob West.
We need to talk.
- Go on.
- Not over the phone.
Can you meet me at the club
tomorrow around 4:00?
- I suppose, but is there
anything you can tell me now?
- Just be careful
who you talk to.
Your best friends might not
be who you think they are.
- What are you saying?
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- That sounded serious.
Who was it?
- It was Rodney. He's in a fit
because some client
wants to see me
personally about
her daughter's
coming-out dress.
- People still do that?
- They do in New York.
Look, I gotta go.
I told Harry
I'd make dinner tonight,
so... call you later?
- Let me drive you.
- No, I'm gonna walk.
I need to clear my head.
- OK. Bye.
[ Brakes squealing ]
[ Engine revving ]
[ Phone ringing ]
- Hello?
- Maggie? Hi, it's Susan.
I'm sorry I couldn't
call you earlier.
It's just getting
to be a madhouse.
- I'm sure it is.
- Would you mind if we
postponed the fitting
until tomorrow morning?
- No! No, not at all.
- Oh, you're an angel.
I'll see you around 9:00.
- OK.
[ Sighing ]
[ Knocking on door ]
Who is it?
- [Harry]: Who do
you think it is?
How many people
you having over
for dinner anyway?
- I'm sorry, Harry.
I'm just a little jumpy.
- You gonna let me in?
- Look, can we do
dinner another night?
I'm exhausted. I have to
get on the phone with Rodney
and go over a long laundry list
of stuff I need to get done.
- Yeah, sure. No problem.
- OK.
- You OK, Mags?
- Yeah, I'm just...
I'm really beat.
- OK. Um, I'll
call you tomorrow.
Get some rest.
[ Car starting ]
- That's the most beautiful
dress I've ever seen.
- What do you expect with
an original Maggie Dale?
- I'm glad you like it.
- I love it!
- You look like a movie star.
- Now you can get
down from your pedestal.
- Thank you.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
- Maggie, did you hear any more
about the Lesley Wilson thing?
- Actually,
I wanted to tell all of you
that I've decided to stop
playing private eye.
It's hard for me to admit it,
but you were all right.
I've been under a lot of
strain since Richard's death,
and with all this
stuff happening,
it's just made it worse.
So from now on,
I'm gonna stick
to what I do best:
clothes.
- I'm really glad
to hear that, Maggie.
- And speaking of clothing,
I gotta get back to New York
to finish some dresses
for this weekend's show.
- Did I ever tell
you you're an angel?
- Thank you.
- Grab a seat!
- What is it we
need to talk about
that you couldn't
tell me on the phone?
- Um...
That summer that
we went camping,
uh, in school...
there was a...
there was a girl.
Her name was--
- Lesley Wilson.
- Yeah. Lesley.
They said that she
died in an accident.
Well... it wasn't an accident.
- Did you do it, Rob?
Did you kill her?
- You're getting cold.
Um...
So!
How are your friends?
- All right, that's ridiculous.
I've known those
people my whole life.
- You really do stick
together, don't you?
That little clique of yours.
None of you have changed.
- Is this about Celia?
- No!
Celia was decent to me,
but I saw the way the rest
of you toyed with people!
- It's not true!
- Yeah, it is.
I was one of the discards.
- All right.
Look, I didn't come here
to listen to
some teenage grudge.
Now just tell me,
how do you know
that Lesley Wilson was killed?
- Because I saw it happen.
I saw them arguing, and
I saw Lesley get pushed.
- You saw someone get killed,
and you didn't report it?
- No one would have
believed me then!
But now... now,
I think it's time
for a little retribution.
- What are you talking about?
- Look.
I-- I didn't mean for
anybody to get hurt,
but I wanted to punish
her a bit, you know?
I wanted to play with her,
the way she played with me!
- Oh my God.
Who is it, Rob?
Who are you blackmailing?
- I don't wanna get
into any trouble here, so--
- You don't wanna
get into any trouble?
If it hadn't been for you,
the others wouldn't have died.
Do you understand me?
You're responsible
for the deaths of 6 people!
You're responsible for
the death of my husband!
Look. There's only
one way to end this.
And you will help me.
You will cooperate,
one way or another.
Nadine's 3-piece ensemble
begins with a delicious,
pure silk camisole
over which she wears
a soft-stretched
lace cardigan
trimmed with boa.
Nadine's skirt is made
of sheer pink cotton
with a pleated ruffle effect,
perfect for the woman
who's looking for
a chic, but hip look.
[ Applause ]
Chanterelle is
walking on a cloud,
wearing a strapless dress of
honeycombed ivory chanton silk
with a rose motif.
A perfect confection
for springtime,
guaranteed to accentuate
every woman's feminine side.
Here we see Caroline
dressed in a new version
of an old classic:
the little black cocktail dress.
A strapless top of
sexy black silk jersey
is worn over a flirty skirt
of ruffled silk couture.
And finally, a designer
normally culminates the show
with her best piece.
And today,
to show us this piece, we
have a very special model.
The next First Lady
of the governor's mansion,
and my dear friend...
the beautiful Susan Jennings.
[ Applause ]
Susan is wearing a raspberry
chanton silk strapless gown,
the front of which
displays a bouffant effect,
while the back tapers off
to a graceful train.
- It was you!
- What's wrong with Susan?
That's... that's Bobby Osbourne!
- Please, Maggie.
Let me through.
- It's over, Susan.
- It's not over.
It's never over.
For years, I thought it was.
I thought I could forget
about it and move on.
- How could you forget
about killing someone?
- It was an accident!
I didn't mean to push her.
But we argued.
She said I wasn't
good enough for Andrew.
She was gonna convince
his family of that,
and you know what
he meant to me!
It's only when Andrew announced
he was going to run for governor
that those horrible
notes started coming.
Someone saw what I did,
and they threatened
to tell everyone.
I had to stop
them, don't you see?
- So you started
killing them one by one?
Everyone who was
with you that weekend?
- I didn't know who saw me.
First, I thought it was Nancy.
She brought up Lesley's fall,
and I saw something in
her face that told me.
- And Richard?
Why Richard?
- I ran into him
at the tennis matches.
He was talking about the
old days, and that weekend.
I was sure it was him.
- I wanna know what
you did to him.
- It was just a pill.
A little pill in his soda,
so he'd fall
asleep at the wheel.
He wouldn't have
known it was happening.
- And Celia?
- She knew.
And she was going to tell.
But those notes,
they just kept
coming and coming.
But you're my friends.
My gang!
You've gotta help me.
Please, Maggie.
- Go away.
- There's something
I've been meaning to ask you.
Any chance of us coming up
and spending some time
with you over the holidays?
- I thought you all had plans!
- Plans change.
- It's a date.
Go! Go get in your cars. Go!
[ Sighing ]
- I put your luggage
in the car already.
- That's good.
- So you invited
the girls to New York,
but you never invited me.
- Well, not in the
last 10 seconds.
Oh!
What's this?
- I got a few days off.
- You certainly
don't pack light.
- They owe me a lot of time.
♪♪ There's no reason ♪
♪ There's no rhyme
♪ Lost my senses,
I've lost my mind ♪
♪ When a heart has no home
♪ It can't be broken,
can't be torn ♪
♪ And time after time
♪ I can count the goodbyes
♪ Before it's all over
♪ Again
♪ I won't pretend
♪ I won't give in
♪ There's no reason,
there's no rhyme ♪
♪ I've lost my senses
I've lost my mind ♪
♪ There's no need
for ever afters ♪
♪ Happy endings or lullabies ♪
♪ Oh, lullabies
♪ There's no reason,
there's no rhyme ♪
♪ Oh no, no rhyme
♪ I've lost my senses
I've lost my mind ♪♪
Closed captions:Global Vision
- No! No!
You don't have to do this!
[Sobbing]: No!
Please! Don't do this, please!
[ Screaming ]
[ Sobbing ]
No, please!
Please!
No, please!
[ Gunshot ]
- Celia?
You were our touchstone.
The glue that held us together.
We don't work without you!
You organized all the trips.
You remembered
all the birthdays!
You taught us
the latest dances.
You even taught us
how to perm our hair!
- And now you're
not gonna be here
to teach us how
to grow old with grace.
- I think we should
take a moment...
...and ask the universe
to protect her,
and help her find peace.
- And help us understand
why she would do this.
Why she would take her own life.
Sorry I missed the service.
My plane took off an hour late.
- It's OK. You're here now.
That's what matters.
- Joan!
- Hi.
- So glad you came, Maggie.
- Did she leave
a note or something?
- No, no. They
didn't find anything.
- How come nobody
saw this coming?
- Oh, you know Celia.
No matter what she was
feeling on the inside,
she always showed that cheery
face to the outside world.
- But we aren't supposed to be
the outside world to each other.
- I know, let's face it.
We're not the same naiïve little
group we were in high school.
Life got in the way.
- We're all so preoccupied
with our own lives,
we never even saw
how much pain she was in!
- I've been so wrapped
up in my own world,
I hadn't talked
to her in... forever.
- It wouldn't have
made a difference.
We were here, and she
didn't reach out to us.
- Well, some of us have
been pretty busy lately,
flying around the state.
- Well, I tried to talk
to her. I swear I did.
- It's hard to imagine
the girl who grew up
over the hardware store
moving into the
governor's mansion!
- Get used to it, Maggie!
Andrew's way
ahead in the polls.
- I'm really excited
for you, Susan.
- Enough to design
me a gorgeous gown?
- We just buried
one of our best friends.
You think we could deal
with your fashion issues later?
- Can we please
be kind to one another?
On today, of all days?
- I would have loved
to have had you stay with us,
but with all the renovations,
the place is like a war zone.
- No, this is great.
It's very sweet of your parents
to let me stay here
while they're in Europe.
- Well, of all the girls,
you were always their favourite.
OK. Oh, sorry.
I didn't have time
to get to the market.
- Feels like yesterday
when we used to sit
around here, stuffing
our faces with ice cream
and talking about
who was dating who.
- It was a good time, wasn't it?
- It sure was.
So, how you been doing?
- Oh, I've been well,
you know, really well.
Well, other than today, that is.
- Sure. And how's Steve?
- Oh, he's doing fine.
And the kids are, well, kids.
- Oh, wow. They must
be so big now.
- Oh yeah, they're
a handful, all right.
- And Harry?
How's Harry?
- My brother?
Oh, you know, he's good.
He's really working hard.
- So what have you been
doing with yourself lately?
- Oh, not much, really.
You know, mostly
mom things, wife things.
You know, carpools,
soccer games, dinner parties.
- Well, I'm glad
to hear you're doing well.
- Yeah. OK.
Um, there are fresh
linens on your bed,
towels in the bathroom.
Here are the keys,
the alarm code, and
the emergency numbers.
OK?
- Tell your parents
I appreciate this.
- Are you sure you
won't come for dinner?
It's pizza night!
- It sounds tempting,
but I'm so beat,
I think I'll curl up in bed with
a book and a hot cup of tea.
- Life in the fast lane, huh?
Sleep tight.
[ Door opening ]
[ Door closing ]
[ Keys rattling ]
[ Clatter ]
[ Clatter ]
[ Water running ]
- Ah! Hey!
- Harry!
- You damn near scalded
me half to death.
- What the hell are
you doing here?
- Last time I looked, this
was still my parents' house.
- So what, you just decided
to drop by and take a shower?
- Actually, my hot
water heater blew up,
so this seemed like a good idea.
- Didn't Joan tell you
I was staying here?
- Well...
- Oh!
You sneaky bastard.
You could have called!
- Great to see you again, Mags!
AAHH!
Dammit!
- I wasn't surprised
you married Lois.
She was always madly
in love with you.
- [Chuckling]: Only at first.
Then she got
to know the real me.
- Oh, I don't believe that.
You guys were together
for quite a while.
- Yeah. There were
good times at first.
It just hadn't worked
for a really long time.
I just couldn't deal with
the idea of divorce, but...
Joan told me that
you and Richard
had a really good marriage.
- We did.
Maybe it was because we
were friends for so long
before we ever
went out on a date.
Whatever it was...
It worked.
- I'm glad.
- Your letter meant
a lot to me, Harry.
It was so shocking,
losing Richard like that.
- He was really a good guy.
- Yeah.
They said he had been drinking.
I don't know how he
lost control of that car,
but I know he wasn't drinking.
- Did they find any
alcohol in his system?
- No.
His car went up in flames.
There wasn't...
much left of him.
I just couldn't
write you back, Harry.
It was too hard.
- I know.
So how long you
sticking around?
- A few days, if I can.
It's been so long
since I've been here,
it's actually
nice to be back.
- I'm glad to hear that.
- Mmm.
You do plan on fixing
that water heater, don't you?
[ Chuckling ]
- It all depends.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- Look at that
defiant little smile.
Even then, Celia
had such spirit.
This was taken the day she
made us swear our blood oath
to always be there
for one another.
- The things you do at 10.
- Let me see?
- My God, where did
you find that photo?
- I never throw anything out!
I still have my
Girl Scout uniform.
- Hey, do you guys remember
when Celia's bike went
missing, and she made us
sneak into every back yard in
the neighbourhood to find it?
Righteous indignation,
even in the 4th grade.
- That girl, Mandy?
Oh, she was sorry
she picked Celia's
bike to steal.
She's been shell-
shocked for years!
[ All chuckling ]
- The truth is,
we were always
Celia's back-up team.
She was Nancy Drew.
- Always a detective.
- You know, Mandy comes
to my yoga studio.
She still can't
look me in the eye.
- I'm so proud you've turned
all those years of
the Downward Dog
into your own business!
- Show-off!
[ Phone ringing ]
- Hello?
What do you mean, he got out?
You were supposed to watch him!
He gets terrified
when he can't
find his way home!
- Fred, her cat.
There's always a drama.
- That's why I hired
you to babysit!
Please go find him.
And call me when you do.
I don't care how
neurotic it sounds.
He gets upset
when he's left alone!
- Shh, it's OK. We'll
tell that to the men
in the white coats
when they come to get you.
- That's your problem.
You don't care about
anyone but yourself.
- Just because I don't want
the responsibility of a pet
doesn't make me selfish.
- Oh, no, admit it.
You were always lousy with pets.
Remember when she tried
earning extra money in college
babysitting pets?
[ All laughing ]
- Oh God,
that poor girl downstairs.
I forget her name,
but her cat was a zombie
after spending a day with you.
- Nancy Harrison.
That was her name.
- That's right!
She had curly dark hair,
and the high-
pitched little laugh.
- Yeah. She died
a few months ago, you know?
There was a fire
at her vacation cabin.
- Oh my God!
That's horrible.
♪ Rock song on radio
♪ Whistling along
I didn't think news
directors got to take a day off.
- Well, I made sure nothing
newsworthy would happen today.
- Well, I think a picnic
lunch is a great idea.
[ Phone ringing ]
- What's up?
What kind of accident?
- What is it?
- OK.
I'm on my way.
There's been some
kind of explosion.
I'm afraid I have
to go check it out.
- Well, I'll take a rain
check if you let me tag along.
- All right.
- Whoa, Johnny, be
careful over there, huh?
- Hey, Bobby, what's up?
- The neighbours
heard a big bang.
Saw the garage on fire,
roof blown clear off.
The police think
it was a gas leak.
- Anybody inside?
- Yeah, it was a man
in his early thirties.
His name is Burt
Sheffield. He was alone.
Apparently, his wife
was visiting her sister.
- God, poor woman.
- I'll see if I can get
a statement from the coroner.
- Thanks, Bobby.
- Didn't we go to school
with a Burt Sheffield?
- Maybe. I'm not
really good with names.
- He was a tall, blond kid.
Very good at sports.
- Tennis.
Yeah, he played tennis.
- Yeah, that's it.
I think he was in our class.
Here he is. Burt Sheffield,
class of '92.
"Voted most likely
to win the US Open
"before reaching
legal drinking age."
- Didn't he ask
you out one time?
- Yeah. I went to watch
him in the state finals.
He was sweet.
- Hey, anyone know what
happened to Phil McAuliffe?
- My nutritionist said
he's teaching at Harvard.
- Oh. Bela Morrison?
- Oh, she was at Andrew's
fundraiser last week.
Wearing the ugliest dress.
- Michelle Murdoch.
- Oh, enough already!
God! Did you really have
to pull out the yearbook?
She's gonna ask about
each and every person.
You know, I don't
remember half of them anyway!
- Well, they all knew us.
We were a pretty
exclusive group!
- Yeah, but we
were all very friendly.
- Speak for yourself.
I was a snob.
- Is that me?
How could you let me go out
looking like that?
- We tried to stop you,
but you were in
your preppy stage.
- Martha? Susan Jennings.
Add Walter Newton's
name to the party list.
Oh, I suspect he'll be
good for a big, fat cheque.
Thanks, dear.
- Who are you?
- Just someone determined
to get her husband
elected governor.
- All right, what
about Carol Nash?
- Poor thing. She died
about 5 years ago.
Breast cancer.
- Give it a rest.
- All right. I'm just curious.
That's all.
I've been here, what, 48 hours,
and I've heard about 3 people
from our high
school who've died.
- People do die,
Maggie. It happens!
- I guess so, but...
Come on!
Three people in 8 months?
And if you include
my husband's car accident,
that's 4 from the
same graduating class.
- Look, you're finally getting
back on your feet,
and I...
- Go ahead.
Say it! Say it!
I lost it after Richard's death,
and you still think
I'm a loose cannon.
- I just don't wanna see
you getting stressed out!
[ Phone ringing ]
- Hey, Rodney!
What's up?
No, I know the awards ceremony
is in 5 weeks.
Just fax me the sketches,
and tell her I'll see her
in 2 weeks for a fitting.
No, I don't know
when I'm coming back yet.
No, I haven't moved
to Connecticut forever.
Bye.
What about Martha Patterson?
- Maybe it would help
if we knew what you
were hoping to find.
- I don't know. I guess
I'm just looking for something
they might have in common.
Some sort of connection.
- What could they
possibly have in common?
- That's what
I intend to find out.
I was an assistant
to the assistant.
And then this new
designer came in, Pascal.
He was amazing, brilliant.
He saw some of
my designs, he liked them,
and the rest just
happened from there!
- Well, he sounds
like a smart guy.
He knew talent.
- Yeah, New York
is full of talent.
I just got lucky.
- [Chuckling]:
Somehow I doubt that.
All those years,
I remember you
tearing out pictures
of dresses in magazines,
designing all your clothes.
There's no way
you ended up anywhere
but right where you did.
[ Chuckling ]
- You know, it's funny.
When I used to dream
about it back then,
I always thought you'd be
right there along with me.
- So Richard went in my place.
He got to marry you.
- Oh!
- You know, I was angry
when you left for New York.
- [Chuckling]: Yeah, I know.
I guess I was
angry with you too,
because you
wouldn't come with me.
- Yeah. I half hoped
you'd hate it there,
and come back here to live.
I knew you wouldn't.
- I always wondered
what would have happened
if I'd fought you harder,
and made you come with me.
- I guess we each had
our own dreams to follow.
I had to follow mine, too.
- You know, Richard always said
that if it wasn't him,
he'd want me to be with you.
'Cause you make me happy.
- He said that?
- Mm-hmm.
And Richard believed
in first loves.
I was his first love,
and he knew you were mine.
- And you were mine.
- [ Maggie]: To the gang
being together again.
- Well, almost the whole gang.
- You know,
it took Celia's death
to make me realize how happy
I am to have you all in my life.
- Is that why you went
by the high school today?
- What, are you
having me followed?
- It's a small town.
- Yes. Yes, I stopped by
to see Principal
Dunn on my way here.
- He said he was gonna look
into anything the 4 of them
might have had in
common back in school
that could connect them.
- I can't believe
you're doing this.
- Well, I can't believe
that none of you
think it's strange
that in a small town like this,
a group of people,
who all happen
to be in our class,
have been dying lately.
- Maggie?
Do you see that guy over there?
- Yeah?
- That's Nancy
Harrison's husband.
Why don't you go talk to him?
He's a prominent lawyer.
I don't think he'd
just sit by if he thought
there was anything suspicious
about his wife's death.
- Don't say it that way!
You make me sound
like I'm crazy!
OK. I will.
- I'm starting
to worry about her.
- She'll run out of steam soon.
- I wouldn't bet on it.
She's as stubborn as
an ass. Always has been.
- He said he doesn't
know of any connection
between Nancy and any
of the people that died.
He said she never
even mentioned their names.
- And they were
together a long time.
- Ten years.
- Did he say anything else?
- Yeah. He said allowing
yourself to move on
is the hardest part of grieving.
- He's right.
All the books say that.
- Is any of this
because of my brother?
- No, absolutely not.
- Wait a minute.
Are you seeing Harry again?
- We're just friends.
- That's what you
said in 10th grade.
I didn't believe you then,
I don't believe you now.
- Why didn't you tell us?
- I would have, but
there's nothing to tell!
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, how about we hit
some of the new
shops downtown tomorrow?
- I told Celia's mother
I'd start packing up her place.
She just can't face
doing it herself.
- I'd love to go with you.
- Oh, God! Packing
away her things.
- Yeah.
- I don't think
I could handle it.
- "And on that cheek,
and on that brow,
"so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
"the smiles that win,
the tints that glow,
"but tell of days
in goodness spent."
- [Both]: "A mind at peace
with all below below,
"a heart whose
love is innocent."
- Mmm.
I think that's when
I first fell in love with you.
- When?
- Byron.
I used to love when
you'd read poetry to me.
- Yeah, Byron. My wingman.
[ Both chuckling ]
Mags...
I'm sorry, I just...
♪♪ There's no reason ♪
♪ There's no rhyme
♪ Lost my senses
♪ I've lost my mind ♪
♪ I heard it all before ♪
♪ No need to say more ♪
♪ No tears left to cry
♪ No fear in my eyes
♪ I've gone in full circle
♪ Once more
♪ It's easy to stay
♪ So maybe I should go
♪ When a heart has no home
♪ Can't be broken,
can't be torn ♪
♪ Time after time
♪ I can count the goodbyes
♪ Before it's all over
♪ Again ♪
♪ I won't pretend
♪ I won't give in
♪ There's no reason,
there's no rhyme ♪
♪ I've lost my senses
♪ I've lost my mind
♪ There's no need
for ever afters ♪
♪ Happy endings ♪
♪ Or lullabies,
oh lullabies ♪
♪ There's no reason
♪ There's no rhyme, no rhyme ♪
♪ I've lost my senses
♪ I've lost my mind
♪ I've lost my mind
♪ There's no need
for ever afters ♪
♪ No need for ever afters
♪ Happy endings
♪ Or lullabies
♪ There's no reason,
there's no rhyme ♪♪
- Mmm...
You OK?
- Um... I'm fine.
I'm OK. Kind of.
[ Chuckling ]
- It's not exactly high praise.
- Oh, it's just, it's
difficult, that's all.
- Of course it is.
- I know it's silly,
but I feel like
I'm cheating on Richard.
- No, it's not silly at all.
- I know Richard would want
me to go on with my life.
I mean, I have to go on
with my life. It's just--
- Hey.
We'll take things as
slowly as you need to.
I promise.
- Of course you do.
- Well... maybe
starting tomorrow.
[ Both chuckling ]
- It's so strange to be going
through her things like this.
- I know. It feels
like we're trespassing.
- I feel like a snoop.
- Hey! Do you remember this?
- Yeah. She knitted an
identical one for each of us.
I still have mine.
- The summer we were 13.
Cranberry and yellow,
our club colours.
[ Both chuckling ]
- Are you quitting
on me already?
- No.
But since we're snooping,
I might as well get
to know her again.
Who she was last
week, last month.
I missed out on that girl.
[ Laughing ]
No one but Celia
looks good in
a driver's licence photo.
Hey.
Hey, listen to what she wrote.
"Nancy - fire, Richard - car."
"Cousin Laura" crossed out.
"Linda," question mark.
"Pam, Burt.
"Rob West, East, Joker is Wild."
- That's the name
of the people who've died!
- Yeah, and then some.
- What's the
printing on the back?
- It's an ATM receipt.
Dated 10 days ago.
So you still think I'm crazy?
- So what do you think she meant
by "Cousin Laura" and "Linda"?
- It must mean something.
Celia was an English teacher.
She was very precise with words.
- There's one name she didn't
put on that list. Her own.
- I don't like this.
I think you have
to go to the police.
- And tell them what?
They'll say I'm
grieving, just like
the rest of you did!
I can't call the police until
I have something more solid.
- Hey, hey, hey! Slow down!
Say hello to Aunt Maggie.
- Where's the juice?- On the door.
- Hi, Aunt Maggie.
- Now, wash your hands,
'cause lunch is almost ready.
- You know, I'm supposed
to leave after Andrew's rally,
but I'm thinking of
sticking around a while longer.
Will your parents mind?
- I think they'll be fine.
Especially if Harry
asks them nicely.
Do I need to worry
about you two?
- Is there any way
I can stop you?
- Hmm. I could ask
you the same thing.
[ Scoffing ]
[ Applause ]
- What an amazing night.
My wife Susan and
I would like to thank
Sharon for hosting
this lovely party.
And we appreciate all of
you coming out here tonight,
to support us with
your kind wishes
and your chequebooks.
[ All laughing ]
We sincerely hope
that our next
little get-together
will be at the
governor's mansion!
- Look at her!
She's as smooth
as that silk dress.
- It's hard to
remember she was once
a shy little girl in
hand-me-down clothes.
- She's come a long way.
I'm proud of her.
I'm proud of all of us.
It's a shame Steve
couldn't join us tonight.
I was really looking
forward to seeing him!
- Yeah, he's on
call at the hospital.
They had an emergency.
- Here they come!
- Maggie!
- Oh, Andrew!
- Seeing you is the
highlight of my night.
- Take it easy, darling! She's
not even a voter in this state.
- When it comes
to my old friends,
I don't discriminate.
How come everybody else
can spend time
with you except me?
- I know! What else could
you possibly be busy with?
You know, Andrew,
I have to say,
I am very impressed.
And I predict a landslide!
- Thank you, Maggie.
- And it's about time we get
a sharp dresser
running the show!
- Well, since you
brought it up,
I do have a small
favour to ask you.
- Oh, you fell
right into that one.
- How about organizing
a fundraiser for me?
A fashion show, to raise money
for the final campaign blitz.
- It was all his idea, I swear!
- It would be my pleasure.
Richard.
Celia.
Burt Sheffield.
Nancy Harrison.
[ Dialling ]
Joan. I found it.
The thing that connects
them all, all 4 of them.
I'll explain when
you come to pick me up.
I'm at Celia's house.
I think we need
to go to the police.
- It'll never happen.
I'll see to it.
I know all about you!
And when I'm done,
so will everyone else.
- How many of these people
did you say are dead?
- Four, Bill.
- In what period of time?
- Eight months. That just
can't be a coincidence!
- Why do you say that?
- A car crash, a fire,
suicide, gas leak.
They're all violent deaths!
- Yeah, but all the
incidents were investigated,
and there was no
sign of foul play.
- I suppose, but
I'm not so sure
how thoroughly they
were investigated!
- I see.
When was this picture taken?
- Back in high school,
about 15 years ago.
- Here.
Maggie, I'd love
to help an old friend.
But don't you
think it's a little--
- No, Bill! I don't!
- Surely there's no harm
in looking into it again.
If there's no reason
to suspect anything,
you'll know it soon enough.
We know how thorough
you like to be, Bill.
- It would really
mean a lot to me.
- Sure.
Yeah, fine. I'll look into it.
Even though you did refuse
to date me in 10th grade.
- I was a silly girl.
So what about the guy
in the baseball hat?
Does he look familiar?
- No, I can't see his face.
[ Phone ringing ]
- Harry!
No, it's OK.
I wanted to stay
in anyway tonight.
How 'bout I cook something?
OK, I won't cook something.
We'll order in.
All right.
I'll see you later!
What? What's that look about?
- You won't tell
me what's going on?
- There's nothing to tell.
- But you're seeing
him every night.
- We're old friends.
- You're old lovers.
And I just don't wanna see
anyone get hurt!
Especially my brother.
- No one's gonna get hurt.
- Harry had a hard
time after you left.
And we both know
you're gonna leave again.
- We're taking it slowly.
That's all there is to say.
So what about the
girl with the ponytail?
- I don't know her.
Do you know where
this picture was taken?
- I don't know. I've never
been the outdoorsy type.
What about the girl
in the green sweater?
- Wait, I recognize her!
Yeah, that's Pamela Layne.
- Pamela?
- Mmm.
- Pam. Celia's note
mentioned a Pam.
Do you know if
she's still alive?
- She's alive, all right.
She's Tom's swim coach.
Just a sec, I think I've got
a picture of her
in here somewhere.
Yeah, here it is.
It was taken at
Tom's last swim meet.
- Wait, I think I remember her.
She was in my Spanish class.
I really need to talk to her,
find out what she knows
about the day
this photo was taken.
- OK.
I'll give her a call.
- I don't get where this
Pamela woman could be all day.
- Joan said she left several
messages for her. She'll call.
Come on, throw a card!
- Gin.
- That is 9 in a row!
How do you do that?
- I'm a natural.
- OK.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
- Ooh!
[ Both chuckling ]
- Thanks!
[ Phone ringing ]
- Hello?
Hi, Joan. You just caught me.
- Joan's worried about us.
She thinks we're
headed for trouble.
- That's what she
keeps telling me.
What do you think?
- I think there's something
very special between us.
There always has been.
- You know, Harry,
we have to face the
reality of who we are now.
We're not kids out
of school anymore.
We have lives.
Lives that we're entrenched in.
Lives that don't exactly mesh.
How are we gonna deal with that?
- I don't know.
I just know I don't
wanna lose you again.
Not without a fight.
And that includes fighting Joan,
and you, and reality,
and... gin!
Yeah!
Yes for Harry.
- Well...
Maybe...
we should forget
about reality for a bit.
- Yeah?
- Uh-huh.
- [Both]: Mmm...
[ Phone ringing ]
- Hello?
Oh, hey, Joan!
No, 8:00 tomorrow
morning sounds great.
Tell her I'll be there.
Thank you.
- Mmm...
- Pamela will see me tomorrow
before she goes to work.
- Ah!
I told you she'd call.
- Mmm...
[ Giggling ]
- Now...
Where were we?
[ Giggling ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Dogs barking ]
- Thanks, Rodney.
I got the fabric samples,
and I'll overnight
them the sketches
as soon as I take
a look at them.
[ Siren blaring ]
Oh, God!
Excuse me! Officer!
What happened?
Who is that?
- Stand back, ma'am.
- Her name was Pamela Layne.
Such a nice girl.
It looks like she
fell from her balcony.
- I start asking questions
about Pamela Layne,
and the next day,
she turns up dead!
- Well, darling, you
can't hog all the credit!
- Don't patronize me.
Do you think this
was a coincidence?
- There's no such thing.
- OK, so what do
you think is going on?
- What does it look like?
- You really believe someone's
murdering these people?
- And you really believe
this was just another accident?
- I don't know what to think.
- Did you get
a hold of him yet?
- No, the desk
sergeant says
he'll be back at 3:00.
- Tell him I'll be there then.
- OK, Mrs. Dale will be
there at 3:00.
- Whatever's going on,
the answer's gotta
be in this photo.
I just wish we knew who
these other people were.
If we could only
see their faces better.
- I could scan the photo,
blow it up on the computer.
- Do it. Then we'll go
see McDougall again.
Anybody else wanna
join us at the police?
- I've gotta teach
a yoga class at 1:00.
- There's a rally at 2:00.
I promised I'd be there.
- Yeah, yeah, I get it.
Guess it's just
you and me, Joan.
- Now, let's see.
You called about Pamela Layne.
Well...
First indications
are accidental.
- Again? And you're
gonna accept that?
- I'm not accepting anything.
Just looking at
a preliminary report.
But the investigating officers
see no reason
to think otherwise.
- It's 5 accidents now, Bill!
- It's a lot of accidents,
I'll give you that,
but I don't see the pattern.
As far as I can tell, they
didn't even know one another.
At least not since school.
I just don't see the connection.
- The connection is the
photo I showed you last time!
Everybody who's
died is in it,
and as of last night,
that includes Pamela Layne.
For God's sakes, Bill!
What's it gonna take to get
you to re-open these cases?
- I'm gonna be
completely honest with you.
I spoke to NYPD.
They said your husband's
accident was a single-car crash,
that his car left the road
for no apparent reason.
Their opinion?
A strong case can be made for--
- Yeah, driving
under the influence.
Yeah. Well, they don't know
what they're talking about.
- Well, they said
you'd feel that way.
- Look. I knew my
husband. They didn't.
And they obviously
didn't care enough
to investigate, and find out
what really happened to him!
Oh. Oh, I see.
I see.
They said I was emotional, huh?
- Not exactly.
Frankly, they
said you were a nut!
- A nut?
Because I wouldn't
let them off the hook?
- You filed a complaint
with the mayor!
- Yeah, so what if I did?
They were gonna brush
it off, file it away!
- Let's assume for
a minute that Maggie
isn't imagining all this.
- You told me she had
some kind of breakdown!
- You did what?
- He was asking about
your emotional state
after Richard's death!
- Look, I have to go
to a meeting, all right?
I'll tell you what, though.
I'll take another look into it.
I'll do that much. But frankly--
- Yeah, frankly, I was right
never to go out with you.
Dammit, Joan, you're
supposed to be on my side!
- He caught me off
guard with that question!
I didn't know he'd
use it against you.
Look, look. He did say
he'd look into it again.
I mean, maybe--
- What, you believe him?
- You wanna tell me why
you filed a complaint
with the mayor?
- Not really.
- You don't think that
was a little extreme?
- They said
Richard was drinking!
- Are you sure he wasn't?
He had been at the US Open.
You said yourself
he had clients there.
He could have had a few
beers with someone, and--
- Now you agree with them?
- No, no.
But I just-- I don't know.
I wasn't there. And
neither were you, Maggie.
- I know in my gut
that it's not true.
Richard didn't
drink and drive, ever!
Remember when his cousin
was killed by that drunk driver?
He never got over that!
I thought I put it
away, made peace with it.
But then I come here, and hear
about all these other people,
and it just brought
it all up again.
- That's why you have
to leave things to Bill.
- I don't think Bill
is capable of handling anything!
- Just give him a chance!
- What is that?
- My fix. I drop antacid.
- You've been taking
those like candy lately.
What's going on?- Nothing! I'm fine.
- Is there something going
on with you and Steve?
- No, no! Nothing's
going on. It's good.
Good, you know? Kids are good.
- Good!
Now give me a real answer.
- As much as I love my family,
I always thought I'd have
more in my life, you know?
Like some sort of
career, the way you have.
- Have you tried doing
something part-time?
- Yeah, for years.
Every morning,
before anyone is up,
I sit in my kitchen and I write.
Short stories. I even
wrote a novel once.
You could paper a room
with the rejection slips.
- How come you never
told me this before?
- Because I wanted
a little success first.
I just needed a little success!
- Success isn't all
it's cracked up to be.
- You don't understand.
You've accomplished something!
I'm a failure.
- You're not a failure!
And nobody gets
everything, Joan.
It just doesn't work that way!
- That's what people
always say to a failure.
- Yeah, well, right now,
with the way my life is,
I'd love to have
some of what you've got.
- How'd it go?
- He's a jerk.
- That good, huh?
What I don't get is,
how come only Celia
went camping that weekend?
We did everything
together back then!
- We didn't do
everything together.
- Wasn't that the summer
you went to Europe,
and I was with my aunt?
- Yeah, I guess you're right.
Any luck blowing
up the picture?
- I don't know who some
of these people are,
but they are definitely bigger.
- The guy in the baseball hat.
There's something
familiar about him.
- Look at his arm.
I think he's got a tattoo.
[ Groaning ]
- Don't let anybody tell you
campaigning can be fun.
Shaking hands with
hundreds of strangers.
I tell ya, the governor's
mansion had better be worth it.
What you got there?
- A guy with a tattoo.
- Didn't one of us
date a guy with a tattoo?
I remember Celia
making jokes about it.
- You know you're getting old
when you can't remember which
one of us dated which guy.
- Ozzy. That's what
Celia used to call him.
Ozzy Osbourne.
Yeah, because of the tattoo.
- Right, Ozzy.
- Bobby Osbourne.
That was his name.
- Hey, now we're
getting somewhere.
So where do we find him?
- Not around here.
His family only
lived here about a year or so.
- We tried to find
him a few years back,
Reunion Committee
stuff, but nobody
knew where he went!
- That's why God
invented the Internet.
Hello? I'm looking
for a Bobby Osbourne.
Yes. Uh, when do
you expect him back?
Oh. I see.
No, no, it's all right.
I think I have the wrong number.
Sorry.
Well, this Bobby Osbourne
is retired, and having
hip replacement
surgery tomorrow.
- That's the third
dead end we've hit.
- How many more Robert
Osbournes are there?
- Too many. Even
after we eliminate
all the ones that are
too young or too old.
It's getting too late
to make any more of these calls.
- Well, give me
the unlisted numbers.
I know some people who might
be able to shake them loose.
- Mmm...
Oh, I could get used to this.
- Yeah, well,
that's the general idea.
But we'll have to pick it up
a little later.
I gotta get to the
station for the 11:00 news.
- I hope I don't fall
asleep before you get back.
- Well, I guess I'll
just let you sleep, then!
- Don't you dare!
[ Both chuckling ]
[ Door closing ]
[ Ringing ]
[ Ringing ]
- You're asleep, aren't you?
- You've reached the Salingers.
Please leave a message
and we'll get back to you.
[ Beep ]
- Hey, Mags. Listen, sorry.
I got held at work
longer than I expected.
Guess I should let
you sleep, shouldn't I?
All right. I will
see you tomorrow.
Oh, what the hell.
[ Smoke alarm beeping ]
[ Coughing ]
Maggie!
[ Coughing ]
Maggie! Maggie!
Maggie! Come on, wake up!
Mags!
Oh, Maggie, come on!
- Oh!
- Maggie, come on!
Breathe in, come on!
[ Coughing ]
There you go. There you go.
Hey!
- Oh, God! What happened?
[ Coughing ]
- It's OK. It's OK.
- Now do you believe me?
- We checked everything.
The doors, the windows.
There's no sign of forced entry.
Let's just hope the
prints SID brings back
belong to someone other
than you, or your friends.
- What if they were wearing
gloves? Ever think of that?
- You watch too much TV.
Look, it's possible that
somebody broke in here.
But it's also possible that
that flue slipped off by itself.
Anything's possible.
All we can go on is evidence,
and until I have some...
- Why do I have the feeling
you won't do
anything about this?
- Maybe we should
consider something else.
- Like what?
- Well, for one thing,
our police psychologist told me
that sometimes people
create this kind of thing.
A kind of drama, subconsciously,
to deal with their grief.
- I don't believe this.
- I'm just looking at
all the possibilities.
- Hold on. If I'd
gotten here any later,
Maggie would be dead right now.
- People miscalculate.
- I don't usually like to tell
people how to do their jobs,
but this half-hearted
effort just isn't good enough!
- Look.
Show me something, anything,
and I'll take another look.
Otherwise, I gotta believe
that if somebody got in here,
they had to fly
down that chimney.
- This is scaring me to death.
They're coming after you now?
- I don't understand. How is it
the cops found nothing?
- I told you the other day,
McDougall's an idiot.
How hard do you think he looked?
- Maybe he's getting even 'cause
you blew him off in school.
- He's created his scenario,
and he's locked into it.
- I think Maggie
should get away
for a few days.
- Emily's right.
- What good is that gonna do?
Whoever did this can travel.
He got to Richard
in New York, didn't he?
No, I'm staying here
until we find him.
- Don't be an idiot.
You're a dress designer!
What do you know about this?
Go home.
- Please don't yell at me,
but are we sure
this was a break-in?
- What?
- This is an old house,
and it is quite possible
that the flue
fell off by itself.
What would it hurt to get
someone in to take a look?
- It's not a bad idea.
If nothing else,
just to prove that
McDougall's wrong.
- And we'll do it
while you're away.
- They're right.
Take yourself out
of the equation for a few days.
It's getting too crazy here.
- OK. All right, fine.
Rodney's been making noise
about needing me
back in New York.
Desperately, as he puts it.
Something about a fashion show
I agreed to do for
the next governor.
- Finally, you're
getting your
priorities straight!
- I'm only going
for a few days,
and then I'm
coming right back.
While I'm gone,
I need you to find out
as much as you can
about Bobby Osbourne.
He's the only
lead we've got left!
This is important!
- OK. Just go!
Come on, get outta here!
- OK, I'll call for
the train schedule.
- I don't know if I like
the idea of you going alone.
You sure you don't
need a bodyguard?
- I'll be fine.
Rodney will watch out for me.
- Rodney?
- There's nothing
to worry about.
Rodney, these are great.
I can't believe you pulled
it together so quickly.
- I'm sorry. Don't
change the subject.
How can you stand there
gabbing about sketches
after you just told me
somebody tried to kill you?
- I like the distraction.
Besides, I don't wanna
admit I'm scared.
- Well then, sweetie,
get the hell out of there,
and come and join us
in the relative safety
of New York City.
- I will. Soon.
- Oh! I see.
So you're willing
to stay in a place
where you're
obviously in danger.
Could this have anything to do
with that old flame of yours?
- No.
- OK, do you wanna
try that again,
'cause you had a little piece
of drool hanging off your lip.
- OK, maybe a little.
- Mm-hmm. And?
- And what?
- And spill it!
I wanna know everything!
But for now, I'll
settle for the headlines.
- The headlines are: I like him.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's like the old days,
only better.
It's comfortable.
Like fitting
into an old shoe.
- An old shoe? Is that
supposed to be a good thing?
[ Chuckling ]
- It is.
Especially if it's
a designer shoe.
- Ah!
- Oh! Hey, don't
look at me like that.
That's all you're
getting out of me.
- Honey, I haven't
even started yet.
When are you coming back?
I know she's a size zero, but
her ego's like a size 47-D.
[ Chuckling ]
- How 'bout dinner
tonight? My treat.
- Oh, sweetie, I can't.
Jeremy's cooking tonight.
Hey, why don't
you come join us?
Have dinner. It'll be fun!
Oh, come on!
He's gotten much
better since last time.
- Wait, what is this?
- Oh, The Joker is Wild.
That's a comedy club
on 6th and 14th.
I went there once.
Of course, I thought
it would be something
very different.
- Oh my God!
- What is it?
- Rob West! East!
- What are you talking about?
- Uh, it's a long story.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah. I'll
explain later. Taxi!
- All right, well, call me.
- You said 6th and 14th?
- Yeah. No, don't
call me. Text me.
- OK.- Be careful!
I love you. Kisses!
Bye.
- They go back into the car.
They're ripping the things out!
They're taking a leak
inside the guy's car!
They look out, he's almost
having an aneurysm, this guy!
He's on the ground! He's
laughing so hard, he's shaking!
They say: "What the
hell is wrong with you?"
The guy says:
"While you guys
were trashing my car,
"I stepped out of
the circle 3 times."
[ All laughing ]
Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm West, he's East,
and we'll be back very soon.
We're gonna take
a short break.
Hey.
- Rob West?
- Who wants to know?
- I'm Maggie Dale.
- Well, very nice
to meet you, Maggie Dale.
What'll you have?
- Just water, please.
- OK! Can I get a beer
and a water, please.
Thanks, man. So, what'd
you think of the show?
- I'm sorry, I missed it.
- Oh.
- I actually came
to ask you a question.
- Whatever it is,
the answer is yes.
- Do you know a woman
by the name of Celia Waters?
- Uh, Celia-- yeah,
I used to know a Celia Waters.
I mean, that was
a long time ago.
- That's what I hoped for.
- Um, please!
What did you say
your name was again?
- Maggie Dale. It used to be--
- Russell, right?
Maggie Russell!
We went to high
school together!
- We did?
- My name was
Bobby Osbourne back then.
Yeah. I guess I wasn't really
in what you'd
consider the in crowd,
but I remember you.
And your friends, yeah.
Celia was actually
the only one
who ever treated me nice.
How is she?
- She's dead.
- I'm very sorry to hear that.
- They say she
committed suicide.
Look, um, Celia's not the
only person from our school
to die lately.
Four others have had
violent deaths
in the past few months.
Now, I found this photograph
in Celia's belongings.
Everybody who's
dead is in it.
And you're in it, too.
- What the hell are you saying?
- I don't know.
Maybe if you could tell
me everything you remember
about the day
the photo was taken.
Where you were, who was there.
- We were camping and drinking.
I'm sorry, but I don't really
remember much about that, so--
- This is important.
If someone is killing people,
you could be in danger too!
- OK, if that's the case,
then why are you here?
Why not the police?
- I've been talking with them.
- I see. This is your
little investigation, right?
I'm sorry I can't
be more help,
but I have to warm
up for the next show,
so it was nice seeing
you again, Maggie Russell.
Goodnight!
[ Door closing ]
- Richard.
[ Phone ringing ]
Hello?
Oh! Hey, Harry!
No. No, I'm just...
trying to figure out what
I'm gonna have for dinner.
[Chuckling]: Uh-huh.
Yeah, pizza sounds great.
But do you
deliver long-distance?
Mushroom and pepperoni!
Oh! So...
Tell me what's
going on down there.
[ Knocking on door ]
Who is it?
- Pizza delivery.
Maggie Dale, right?
Mushroom and pepperoni?
[ Chuckling ]
I told you, I deliver.
- Get in here!
- Wow!
Maggie, this place is great.
- Mmm.
- It's just the way
I pictured you living.
- Well, it's the best
home a decorator can buy.
I work so much, I barely
see what I'm sitting in.
- So who picked this out?
- Richard.
- Pipe.
Richard smoked a pipe?
- It was his father's.
- This wasn't such
a great idea, was it?
- No, I--
I'm really glad
you came by. I am.
- I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have come uninvited.
- No!
No, it's not you.
It's me.
- I understand.
This is yours
and Richard's home.
Come on.
Let's go out.
Come on!
- Wait a sec! I need my shoes.
- We don't have time!
We gotta go now.
- That's it!
- You know, it's gonna be
hard when you leave again.
- New York's
only an hour away.
We'll still see each other.
- Mm-hmm. That's
what we said last time.
- Well, last time,
you were supposed
to finish graduate school
and move to New York!
- I know.
- You know, you never
told me why you didn't.
- If I'd come
with you back then,
you'd have grown
sick of me pretty quick.
What?
You were always meant
to be a big star.
And I was always gonna
be a hard-working newsman.
I like what I do,
but it's not glamorous.
[ Laughing ]
- Wait. You think my
life is glamorous?
My life is so not glamorous!
I only... I sew dresses, Harry.
- Oh, hardly!
- No, it's true!
- Maggie, it took me
a while to admit it,
but we belong to
two different worlds.
- What about now?
- I don't know.
- Oh, God! Why
didn't I see that?
- See what?
- The picture! I've only been
looking at the people in it,
but somebody had to
be there taking it!
- Yeah, you're right.
- Can we go back tonight?
- I don't know what
I'm looking for here.
- Just anything that could
belong to whoever
took the picture,
give us a clue
to who it was.
Or that can help us with
the brunette on the chair.
She's still the only
one we can't identify!
- You are worse than my kids!
- What? I'm sorry.
I eat when I'm nervous.
- OK, look at this.
- What are we looking at?
- The sweatshirt has the
school colours and lettering.
- Hey, that's a team sweater!
- Can you make it any bigger?
- Yeah. OK, W...
W... Wil...
Wilson!
- Lesley Wilson! She was
on the cheerleading squad.
- "Cousin Laura, Linda."
That's what Celia wrote.
I bet she couldn't
remember Lesley's name!
- She was a year
or two behind us.
- Where is she now?
- Don't you remember?
She died.
Some kind of accident.
That weekend, when
they were camping.
- That's it.
That's when it all started.
- Where's Susan?
She'd know the whole story.
- She and Andrew are campaigning
in the Northern counties.
- Then call her!
- I tried earlier.
Andrew's office said
they were behind schedule,
and she'd call later.
- She's stopping by your
parents' tonight for a fitting.
- We don't need
to wait for Susan!
Let's google Lesley
Wilson, see what we find.
- Who do you think you are?
Oh!
[ Screaming ]
Help!
[ Screaming ]
- "Lesley Wilson, 16, was
killed in a freak accident
"yesterday while on
a camping trip with friends.
"Apparently, she had gone
"for a walk alone in the woods,
"and appears to have fallen
"from the edge of
an unstable cliff."
This article is dated July 1991.
[ Phone ringing ]
- Maggie Dale.
- It's Rob West.
We need to talk.
- Go on.
- Not over the phone.
Can you meet me at the club
tomorrow around 4:00?
- I suppose, but is there
anything you can tell me now?
- Just be careful
who you talk to.
Your best friends might not
be who you think they are.
- What are you saying?
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- That sounded serious.
Who was it?
- It was Rodney. He's in a fit
because some client
wants to see me
personally about
her daughter's
coming-out dress.
- People still do that?
- They do in New York.
Look, I gotta go.
I told Harry
I'd make dinner tonight,
so... call you later?
- Let me drive you.
- No, I'm gonna walk.
I need to clear my head.
- OK. Bye.
[ Brakes squealing ]
[ Engine revving ]
[ Phone ringing ]
- Hello?
- Maggie? Hi, it's Susan.
I'm sorry I couldn't
call you earlier.
It's just getting
to be a madhouse.
- I'm sure it is.
- Would you mind if we
postponed the fitting
until tomorrow morning?
- No! No, not at all.
- Oh, you're an angel.
I'll see you around 9:00.
- OK.
[ Sighing ]
[ Knocking on door ]
Who is it?
- [Harry]: Who do
you think it is?
How many people
you having over
for dinner anyway?
- I'm sorry, Harry.
I'm just a little jumpy.
- You gonna let me in?
- Look, can we do
dinner another night?
I'm exhausted. I have to
get on the phone with Rodney
and go over a long laundry list
of stuff I need to get done.
- Yeah, sure. No problem.
- OK.
- You OK, Mags?
- Yeah, I'm just...
I'm really beat.
- OK. Um, I'll
call you tomorrow.
Get some rest.
[ Car starting ]
- That's the most beautiful
dress I've ever seen.
- What do you expect with
an original Maggie Dale?
- I'm glad you like it.
- I love it!
- You look like a movie star.
- Now you can get
down from your pedestal.
- Thank you.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
- Maggie, did you hear any more
about the Lesley Wilson thing?
- Actually,
I wanted to tell all of you
that I've decided to stop
playing private eye.
It's hard for me to admit it,
but you were all right.
I've been under a lot of
strain since Richard's death,
and with all this
stuff happening,
it's just made it worse.
So from now on,
I'm gonna stick
to what I do best:
clothes.
- I'm really glad
to hear that, Maggie.
- And speaking of clothing,
I gotta get back to New York
to finish some dresses
for this weekend's show.
- Did I ever tell
you you're an angel?
- Thank you.
- Grab a seat!
- What is it we
need to talk about
that you couldn't
tell me on the phone?
- Um...
That summer that
we went camping,
uh, in school...
there was a...
there was a girl.
Her name was--
- Lesley Wilson.
- Yeah. Lesley.
They said that she
died in an accident.
Well... it wasn't an accident.
- Did you do it, Rob?
Did you kill her?
- You're getting cold.
Um...
So!
How are your friends?
- All right, that's ridiculous.
I've known those
people my whole life.
- You really do stick
together, don't you?
That little clique of yours.
None of you have changed.
- Is this about Celia?
- No!
Celia was decent to me,
but I saw the way the rest
of you toyed with people!
- It's not true!
- Yeah, it is.
I was one of the discards.
- All right.
Look, I didn't come here
to listen to
some teenage grudge.
Now just tell me,
how do you know
that Lesley Wilson was killed?
- Because I saw it happen.
I saw them arguing, and
I saw Lesley get pushed.
- You saw someone get killed,
and you didn't report it?
- No one would have
believed me then!
But now... now,
I think it's time
for a little retribution.
- What are you talking about?
- Look.
I-- I didn't mean for
anybody to get hurt,
but I wanted to punish
her a bit, you know?
I wanted to play with her,
the way she played with me!
- Oh my God.
Who is it, Rob?
Who are you blackmailing?
- I don't wanna get
into any trouble here, so--
- You don't wanna
get into any trouble?
If it hadn't been for you,
the others wouldn't have died.
Do you understand me?
You're responsible
for the deaths of 6 people!
You're responsible for
the death of my husband!
Look. There's only
one way to end this.
And you will help me.
You will cooperate,
one way or another.
Nadine's 3-piece ensemble
begins with a delicious,
pure silk camisole
over which she wears
a soft-stretched
lace cardigan
trimmed with boa.
Nadine's skirt is made
of sheer pink cotton
with a pleated ruffle effect,
perfect for the woman
who's looking for
a chic, but hip look.
[ Applause ]
Chanterelle is
walking on a cloud,
wearing a strapless dress of
honeycombed ivory chanton silk
with a rose motif.
A perfect confection
for springtime,
guaranteed to accentuate
every woman's feminine side.
Here we see Caroline
dressed in a new version
of an old classic:
the little black cocktail dress.
A strapless top of
sexy black silk jersey
is worn over a flirty skirt
of ruffled silk couture.
And finally, a designer
normally culminates the show
with her best piece.
And today,
to show us this piece, we
have a very special model.
The next First Lady
of the governor's mansion,
and my dear friend...
the beautiful Susan Jennings.
[ Applause ]
Susan is wearing a raspberry
chanton silk strapless gown,
the front of which
displays a bouffant effect,
while the back tapers off
to a graceful train.
- It was you!
- What's wrong with Susan?
That's... that's Bobby Osbourne!
- Please, Maggie.
Let me through.
- It's over, Susan.
- It's not over.
It's never over.
For years, I thought it was.
I thought I could forget
about it and move on.
- How could you forget
about killing someone?
- It was an accident!
I didn't mean to push her.
But we argued.
She said I wasn't
good enough for Andrew.
She was gonna convince
his family of that,
and you know what
he meant to me!
It's only when Andrew announced
he was going to run for governor
that those horrible
notes started coming.
Someone saw what I did,
and they threatened
to tell everyone.
I had to stop
them, don't you see?
- So you started
killing them one by one?
Everyone who was
with you that weekend?
- I didn't know who saw me.
First, I thought it was Nancy.
She brought up Lesley's fall,
and I saw something in
her face that told me.
- And Richard?
Why Richard?
- I ran into him
at the tennis matches.
He was talking about the
old days, and that weekend.
I was sure it was him.
- I wanna know what
you did to him.
- It was just a pill.
A little pill in his soda,
so he'd fall
asleep at the wheel.
He wouldn't have
known it was happening.
- And Celia?
- She knew.
And she was going to tell.
But those notes,
they just kept
coming and coming.
But you're my friends.
My gang!
You've gotta help me.
Please, Maggie.
- Go away.
- There's something
I've been meaning to ask you.
Any chance of us coming up
and spending some time
with you over the holidays?
- I thought you all had plans!
- Plans change.
- It's a date.
Go! Go get in your cars. Go!
[ Sighing ]
- I put your luggage
in the car already.
- That's good.
- So you invited
the girls to New York,
but you never invited me.
- Well, not in the
last 10 seconds.
Oh!
What's this?
- I got a few days off.
- You certainly
don't pack light.
- They owe me a lot of time.
♪♪ There's no reason ♪
♪ There's no rhyme
♪ Lost my senses,
I've lost my mind ♪
♪ When a heart has no home
♪ It can't be broken,
can't be torn ♪
♪ And time after time
♪ I can count the goodbyes
♪ Before it's all over
♪ Again
♪ I won't pretend
♪ I won't give in
♪ There's no reason,
there's no rhyme ♪
♪ I've lost my senses
I've lost my mind ♪
♪ There's no need
for ever afters ♪
♪ Happy endings or lullabies ♪
♪ Oh, lullabies
♪ There's no reason,
there's no rhyme ♪
♪ Oh no, no rhyme
♪ I've lost my senses
I've lost my mind ♪♪
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