Lucky Day (2002) - full transcript
An aspiring actress working for a courier service gets involved in the disappearance of her co-worker.
(upbeat jazzy music)
♪ Look out world ♪
♪ Coming through ♪
♪ Grass so green ♪
♪ Sky so blue ♪
♪ And this could
be my lucky day ♪
♪ Roll them dice ♪
♪ Spin that wheel ♪
♪ You're gonna see
a whole new deal ♪
♪ 'Cause this could be ♪
♪ My lucky day ♪
♪ I can feel it in the air ♪
♪ In every step I take ♪
♪ How it happens ♪
♪ I don't care ♪
♪ It's gonna be mine ♪
♪ Be graceful ♪
♪ Ring those bells ♪
♪ Start to cheer ♪
♪ We all know that
I've been here ♪
♪ For the first
time in my life ♪
♪ I can really say ♪
♪ That all those plans
I missed for me ♪
♪ Will now be only history ♪
♪ 'Cause this is gonna
be my lucky day ♪
♪ This is gonna
be my lucky day ♪
- Jack!
Jack, where are you?
I need your opinion.
Jack?
All right.
Which one?
Now think sexy.
- Well if you're after sexy,
I would stop right there.
- No, not that sexy.
- Well, how sexy
do you have to look
to work for a courier agency?
- I am going to
an audition, Jack.
I just wanna pull
out all the stops.
- Honey, you're a great actress.
I don't think you have
to run around half naked
to get a part.
- Yeah, well, it
doesn't seem to matter
how good an audition I give.
I am not getting a break.
- They told me not
to marry an actress
because the drama never
stops at the stage door.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- It means I want you to relax.
Have faith in yourself.
You'll get a part soon.
- Yeah well, I have
lost the last six parts
I tried out for.
My career has ground to a halt.
- Honey, it's a tough business.
You know that.
Just keep on trying.
- Oh god, you know what?
You don't even understand, Jack.
- I don't understand?
Because I'm only an accountant?
Is that it?
I got a novel in there
that is half finished.
It's not getting written
because I gotta put on
a damn suit everyday
and get out there and make sense
of other people's
screwed up finances.
Well, quite frankly,
our finances are
almost non-existent.
- Yeah well nobody's
stopping you from writing.
- Just the 50 hours a week
I have to put in the office
and the fact when I come home
I hardly see straight.
- Yeah well, I work too.
- Part time job at
a courier agency
barely takes care
of the phone bill.
- That is not fair!
- You know what?
The next time you start
feeling sorry for yourself
remember you're not the only one
who's feeling frustrated here.
- Oh, come on, Jack.
- I'll see you at dinner.
(Nora scoffs)
- This day's starting off well.
(scoffs)
(boat horn honks)
(sirens wailing)
(phones ringing)
- Let me run that, sir.
Pick up 505 Madison Ave.
Package on the 767 Third
Avenue, Suite 1209.
That'll be 40 minutes.
Thank you.
Bad day to come in late, girl.
The phones have been lit up
like my Uncle George
at a Christmas party.
- I'm sorry, Clara.
I can't catch a break today.
- Hey gorgeous.
- Hey!
- How's Aerolitic's own gift
to Broadway this morning, eh?
- Well, I got an
audition this afternoon.
So I am very nervous.
- Oh, come on.
A director would be
crazy not to choose you.
I keep telling you,
you look like Rita Hayworth
when she did "Gilda".
You are gonna be
a big star, kid.
- Yeah well, I wish there
were a few more directors
out there who felt
the same way you do.
(Nora sighs)
What's with you today, anyway?
You look different.
- I am different.
I woke up this morning
and I had the feeling.
First time since Evelyn died.
- You know, Bill, I don't
think I wanna hear about this.
- No, no, no.
I ain't talking about that.
I'm talking about the feeling.
Like today's my lucky day.
Every time that feeling came on,
something good always happened.
We'd get a check in the mail
or Evelyn would buy
a lottery ticket
and we'd win a few bucks.
But there was always
something good coming.
I've already bought
my lottery ticket
for today's drawing.
- Oh.
- It's gonna be a big one.
They haven't had a
winner in six weeks
and it's up to 13.5 mill.
- Wow.
That'd be some nice
Christmas presents.
- Tell me about it.
Listen, Nora, you and Jack,
well you've been
the closest thing
to family I've had in
the last couple of years.
So, whatever I win,
you're gonna see a piece of it.
(Nora laughs)
- Well, forgive me if I
don't hold my breath, huh?
- Oh yeah, you go
ahead and laugh
but you know what?
I think you should
touch my sleeve.
Maybe some of my good luck
will rub off on you on
your audition today.
- All right.
Oh yeah, I feel lucky.
- Oh, this is gonna be one sweet
I told you so, good looking.
- Hey, if you're still lucky,
here's your morning deliveries.
Shouldn't be too tough a schlep.
Everything's midtown.
- Well, lucky me.
Hey, see what I'm telling you?
It's starting already.
Keep smiling, gorgeous.
(Bill whistling)
- I've listened to
that man's whistling
every time he leaves the office
for the last 10 years.
You would think he would
update his songs by now.
- Well, hey, I like
those old show tunes.
Anyway, he's Irish-Italian.
Very theatrical.
That's why we love him.
- Maybe that's why you love him.
(Nora laughs)
- Aerolitic Express
Messengers, how can I help you?
(sirens wailing)
When did you think
it was over, Alec?
No, help me out here
'cause I really wanna know.
Did you wake up one
day and that was it?
Or was it more gradual?
I just wasn't so
charming or flawless
or young anymore.
Oh?
Because I know exactly
when I stopped loving you.
Like one of those moments
when the world's caught
in a flash of lightning
and the image is
seared onto your brain.
I remember walking
through that door,
putting down my bags,
and looking into your eyes.
Well, of course I didn't
know her name right then,
but I saw her there
just the same.
You weren't even
looking at me anymore.
- Oh wow.
(claps)
Bravo.
Excellent performance.
I'm sure it would
wow moms and pops
at dinner theaters
all over the suburbs.
But you see, what
we require here
is a professional.
One with subtly, intelligence,
and training.
(tense music)
Make a note of that.
Could somebody here, please,
just make a note of that
so that I don't have to waste
anymore of my life
listening to this?
Well?
Next.
- Hey, you know what?
That was not a dinner
theater performance.
I know this part and I have
worked very hard on it.
- Oh.
Well, obviously not hard enough.
- Look, I haven't
worked with you before
so I don't know what
your problem is,
but I saw your last two plays
and may I respectfully
suggest you deal with it
instead of dumping on other
people's talent and hard work?
Thank you so much for your time.
- Next!
(Nora sighs)
- Unbelievable.
Hmm, there goes
my acting career.
- Hey, somebody had to tell him.
Last time I auditioned for him,
he told me I'd be perfect
if he were casting
a bad biker movie.
(Nora laughs)
Look, once what you
did gets around,
they'll probably
give you an award.
- Why do we do this to
ourselves, Kristen, why?
- It's showbiz, girl.
And for the glamor, of course.
(Nora laughs)
Hey, you wanna grab a coffee?
- Oh, I'd love to but I can't.
I wanna go home and
make something special
for Jack tonight.
My nerves kinda got the
better of me this morning.
- And he got the worst.
- Yeah, something like that.
Anyway, I wanna
make it up to him.
- [Director] Next!
(woman sobbing)
- [Nora And Kristen]
Let's get out of here.
(Nora and Kristen laughing)
- You were great.
Forget him.
You're gonna be fine.
(Nora humming)
(singing in foreign language)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Bill] Hi Nora, I told you so.
- Hey Bill.
What are you talking about?
- I told you this was gonna
be my lucky day and it was.
Only bigger than I figured.
- So you finally
got the lady in 216
to go out with you, huh?
- Oh, come on.
It's bigger than that.
I'm being serious here, Nora.
- Well tell me.
What is it?
- No, I wanna tell
you in person.
- You won some money on
the lottery, didn't you?
- Uh-uh.
I'm not saying anything else.
I wanna see your
face when I tell you.
Listen, how about I come
over for dinner, huh?
- Uh, Bill,
you know, I don't think
that's such a great idea.
- Oh, come on.
I promise I won't stay long
and I'll bring the wine.
I really have to
celebrate this with ya.
- Oh, all right then.
Come on over.
Hope you like penne alla vodka
- Well, I prefer pasta.
Well, listen,
anything you're making
that's fine with me.
(Nora laughs)
And Nora,
whatever we eatin',
make sure you got
a chair behind you
'cause when I tell you my news
it's gonna knock you
right off your feet.
- So you really
did win big, huh?
- Big?
Listen, on my way home
I'm gonna stop at
the cafe on 28th
and I'm gonna lay
down a bet or two.
After what happened today
I don't need another win.
But listen, when you're
running this hot,
why not keep it rolling, right?
- Well, I guess.
Now you got me really curious.
I wanna hear this.
- Uh-uh, you're gonna
have to be patient.
Listen, I only got a
couple more deliveries
and then I'll be over, okay?
How about 7:00 o'clock?
Bye, gorgeous.
- All right, bye.
Okay.
(Bill laughs)
- Oh man, oh man.
Oh.
Thanks Evelyn!
(Bill whistling)
(thunder rumbling)
(sirens wailing)
(tense music)
(thunder crashing)
Hey.
I didn't expect to
see you so soon.
So what are you doing here?
(phone ringing)
(singing in foreign language)
- [Jack] Hi, this
is Jack Barkin.
I'm out of the office right now
but if you leave a message
I'll call you back
as soon as I can.
(phone beeps)
- Hi, Jack, it's me.
It's 8:30.
I got dinner ready.
Look, I hope there's
nothing wrong.
Call me if you get this, okay?
Bye.
(horns honking)
(thunder crashing)
(tense music)
Hey sweetheart.
I was getting worried about you.
- The subway was shut down.
I couldn't catch
a cab in the rain.
- Oh god, you're soaking wet.
Here, let me, let
me just take this.
Got it.
Ew.
Oh sweetheart, look.
I'm really sorry
about this morning.
I was just so nervous
about my audition
and when I got there
I practically ripped
the guy's head off.
So, needless to say, I
don't think I got the job.
You okay?
- Walking 20 blocks in the rain
took the edge off my enthusiasm.
- Ah, yeah.
Well look, I made us
a really nice dinner.
We're having penne alla vodka
- Oh, a romantic
dinner for three?
- Yeah, well I set
a place for Bill.
Look, apparently something
really big happened
and he wanted to come
over and tell me.
I promise I won't
let him stay long.
- It's fine.
- What's the matter, Jack?
- Nothing.
Too much work.
Too much stress, I guess.
- All right then.
Tell you what.
We are not gonna wait for Bill.
Tonight there are no
audits, no phone calls,
no responsibilities,
besides complimenting
the chef, of course.
So please take a seat, sir.
Dinner will be served shortly.
(sirens wailing)
(horns honking)
- Hey guys.
- Hey.
Yeah, looks good.
(phones ringing)
- Aerolitic Express Messenger.
Please hold.
Aerolitic Express
Messenger, please hold.
It's starting already.
You know what we
need around here?
Five more messengers
and a rocket car or two.
- Have you seen Bill
yet this morning?
- That's part of the problem.
Hasn't shown up yet.
- You tried his place?
- No answer.
Been trying since 7:00.
- Yeah, I've been trying too.
You know, he didn't turn
up to dinner last night?
- I've been working
here 10 years
and he hasn't missed
a day that I've seen.
I mean, I don't know
what it would take
to put him out of action
or to miss a meal.
- I know, neither do I.
Aerolitic Express Messengers.
How can I help you?
- Normally I wouldn't
do this, Nora.
But seeing as you're
pretty well family to Bill,
I figure it's okay.
- I really appreciate
it, thank you.
And he didn't pick up
his newspaper either.
- I'm telling you, I
don't think he came back
last night at all.
I didn't see him.
Plus, he usually stops in
and takes old Mrs.
Clinger's shihtzu
out for a walk
before he turns in
and he never showed up.
(baby crying)
(Nora sighs)
(dog barks)
- You know, he didn't
turn up to work
and he hasn't checked in.
Now I'm getting really
worried about him.
Is there anybody else
he might've stayed with?
- Lady, you're the closest thing
he's got to family I've seen.
If you don't know where he is,
I don't know who would.
- Oh boy.
(soft music)
What about this?
No.
(Nora chuckles)
- For what it's worth,
I hope the old guy's okay.
He's got a good heart.
Always helping someone.
There's not a whole
lot left like him.
You know what I mean?
- Yeah, I know.
(sirens wailing)
Look, I realize that he
hasn't been gone very long.
It's just that
it's not like him.
This is a guy who hasn't
missed a day of work in years
and he never showed up
to his apartment last
night or this morning.
- Your friend a drinker?
- Yeah, he has a
drink now and then.
Look, he's not a drunk.
- No.
You said he thought this
was his lucky day, right?
So, maybe he did win a few bucks
and he decided to celebrate.
- No.
It's just not Bill.
- Maybe he met a lady
and he's still celebrating.
(Nora laughs)
- Detective, he's
almost 70 years old.
- Well, men still
celebrate at that age.
Or so I'm told.
- You're not even beginning to
take this seriously, are you?
- No, what I think is you're
taking it too seriously.
- Look, he's my friend
and he said that
he was on his way
over to my apartment
to celebrate
with me and my husband
and he never showed up
and he didn't go home.
- Look, ma'am, ma'am,
I told you I can't
take a report yet.
You know, after
48 hours elapses,
then you give me a call
and we'll take action, okay?
- Okay.
- In the meantime, you
might wanna try a few things
to find him yourself.
Like figuring out who
was the last person
to see him yesterday.
Would you know
who that would be?
- Well nobody at his apartment.
- Ah.
- Might've been one
of his deliveries.
- Ah, there you go.
You see?
Maybe one of those people
remembers something he said
about where he was going,
what he was doing, you know.
- Yeah, thanks detective.
I'll give it a try.
- Oh, and Miss Barkin?
- Mm-hmm.
- I would keep it low-key, huh?
I mean, he's only gone
for a night, you know?
You don't wanna alarm people.
- And what if something
did happen to him?
- Well now, if something
did happen to him,
well that's a whole
different ballgame now.
Then it's my job.
(Nora sighs)
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, okay.
- [Woman] Right
away, we need them.
- Hey Marinello.
Nice to see the flakes wind
up at your desk for once.
- Oh yeah?
Who said she's a flake?
- When someone comes to us
to track down dinner guests,
I do.
- Well, maybe this dinner
guest is really in trouble.
(partner laughs)
Keep your mind open.
You might even learn how
to solve a case one day.
- Yeah.
Hey, thanks for the advice.
(Marinello laughs)
- [Jack] You went where?
- The police.
Look, Bill is missing.
I just want someone
to help me find him.
- What are you talking about?
A man misses dinner
and you're turning it
into a major crime scene?
- Jack, this is not just dinner.
He has disappeared.
He never came to
work this morning
and he didn't go
home last night.
- That's not our problem.
- He's our friend.
Of course it's our problem.
- Well, he must have
family somewhere.
(Nora sighs)
- We are all he's got.
You know that.
Jack, I just asked the police
to look into his disappearance.
Why are you making such
a big deal out of this?
- I'm not.
I just think
they're busy people.
You just can't walk in there
and treat the police
like some lost and found.
You gonna look stupid.
- What, I'm stupid to
care about a friend?
- I didn't say that.
- Oh, so caring about
a friend isn't stupid.
It's just me that's stupid.
- I didn't say that either.
- You know what?
You can be very insensitive.
- And you're not being sensible.
Calling out the Marines
because some guy
blew off a dinner engagement.
Oh honey, I didn't
mean to upset you.
- Yeah well, for somebody
who isn't trying,
you're doing a very good job.
- Look, he'll turn up.
Can you see anything
that could keep
that old guy down?
I just don't want you to go off
on some wild goose chase
when the guy's
probably just fine.
He wouldn't want
you to worry either.
You know that.
(tense music)
Tell you what.
Why don't you choose a wine
while I finish up here?
- Okay.
(upbeat music)
Would you listen to
yourself, Kristen?
Maybe Jack has a point?
Bill has no one else in the
world to worry about him
and I'm supposed to beat
myself up for caring?
I don't think so.
- Look, I'm just saying,
things are tense
between the two of you
and you obsessing about Bill
is the last thing your
relationship needs.
- I am not obsessing.
This isn't about
our relationship.
This is about Bill.
- Okay, I know, you're right.
There's nothing
you can do about it
right now anyway.
The police aren't
getting involved.
- Well, the detective I spoke to
said I should
follow up on my own.
- Oh, right.
I hate to break this to you,
but you're an actress not
a private's detective.
- Yeah well, I played
one three years ago,
did a ton of research,
fabulous reviews.
- Yeah, and I researched
being the Queen of France.
Doesn't mean they
gave me no crown.
- Look, all I'm gonna do
is look at the people
Bill might've seen
the day he disappeared and
ask them a few questions.
- Oh, like what?
Excuse me, my friend
vanished into thin air.
Did he tell you he was
thinking of vanishing?
- Isn't funny, Kristen.
- That's what they
said at my audition
for "Little Murders"
at the Shubert.
- Ha, ha, ha.
Bill said he was right
about his lucky day
and that he'd own big.
- What, the lottery?
How much?
- I don't know, just big.
- Nora, just 'cause he said it--
- He also said it
was my lucky day
and guess what?
Remember that audition I did?
The director phoned,
I got a call back.
- Oh please.
That was talent, not luck.
- Bill said that he
had a lucky feeling
and I think he won.
- Okay, so say he won.
So what?
- Well, you know how
Bill loves to talk.
He was so excited.
Maybe he talked about
it to the wrong person.
- Oh, hold up.
I don't like where
this is going.
So you're saying someone
did something to him
to get a lottery ticket?
- It's possible.
If Bill was okay, he'd have
been at my place the other night
and he'd have been at
work the next morning.
At the very least, he
would've called me, right?
- What are you planning to do?
- Well,
I put together a list
of the deliveries
Bill made on Monday afternoon.
I'm gonna go visit
them one by one
and try to get a feel
of who he might've talked to
about it being his lucky day.
- Nora, if you're
right about this,
the person you're
looking to find
might be some
psycho freak killer.
I mean, has that had any
impact on you at all?
- Yes, the thought
had crossed my mind
but I think I can
get what I need
without setting off
any alarm bells.
- Oh, really?
- Well, that's
the theory anyway.
I guess I'm gonna find out
how good an actor
I really am, huh?
- I guess.
(jazzy music)
- I'm afraid Mr. Barach is busy.
Can I connect you to
the other Mr. Barach?
Thank you.
Can I help you?
- This may seem like
a really odd question
but my dad is a courier
and he made a delivery
here Monday afternoon
and well, he's getting
very forgetful,
so when he got home he
wasn't wearing his cap
and he thought that
he maybe left it here.
- Sorry, but nobody turned
in anything like that.
- You sure?
It was a Derek Jeter souvenir.
- I straighten up here
every night at closing.
If it was here, I'd
have known about it.
- Look, I know
you're really busy
and I don't mean to bother you,
it's just my sister gave
him this cap last Christmas
and if she finds out he's
lost it she's gonna go crazy.
Maybe if you could remember
whether or not he was wearing it
when he came in, I might
be able to figure out
at what point in
the day he lost it.
- Have I seen you
somewhere before?
- Uh, no, I don't think so.
- I mean, not like this,
but are you like on
television or something?
You an actor?
- Yeah, yeah I'm an actor.
- Oh yeah, I know.
Onstage last year, off
Broadway, "Driven by the Rain."
- My god, you saw that?
- Yeah, it was a
really weird play
but you were really good.
- Yeah well, that
was a tough one.
Boy did the writing suck
but the cast was very good.
- Wow.
It's not everyday we get a
real live celebrity here.
- Well, hardly.
So, do you think
you remember him?
- We get a lot of
messengers in here.
What did your dad look like?
- He's five foot
six, graying hair,
whistles, always show tunes.
- Hey, I remember that guy.
Yeah, he's been in
here a couple times.
Came in here mid afternoon,
dropped off some documents
from the courthouse.
To tell you the truth,
I can't remember if
he had a hat on or--
- Well, did you
talk to him at all?
- No, I was on the
phone when he came in.
I just signed the
receipts and then he left.
- And could anyone else
have talked to him?
- No, door to my
desk and then out.
- Okay.
Well, thank you anyway.
- Well, it was really
nice to meet you.
- Thank you.
- Listen, could I
get your autograph?
- Yeah, sure.
(Nora laughs)
- I hope you find the hat.
You're always
welcome to come back
and it might turn up.
- That's very kind of you.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
(gentle music)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Hey Nora, are you okay?
- Yeah.
It's just turning
into a long day.
- Any luck?
- Well, if you call three
don't remember hims,
getting kicked out of
another two offices,
and nearly having to buy
a squeaky clean used low-mileage
car a success, then no.
- Girl, why don't
you just go home?
- Oh, I don't know.
I think I'll try a couple
more on the way home.
Way home.
But of course!
Bill said he was going to his
bookmaker on the way home.
Now, who better to tell about
how lucky he felt, right?
- Bookmakers?
Okay, that is not a good idea.
- Yeah, and who better to try
and steal someone's
lottery ticket?
- Yeah, and who better
to throw your butt
in the trunk of a car
for sticking her nose
where it don't belong?
- Hey, forget about it.
(Kristen chuckles)
Don't worry, I'll be careful.
- Nora, I can't stop
you from doing this,
but you definitely can't
stop me from worrying either.
- One more stop and
then I'm going home.
I'll call you later, okay?
Oh, and Kristen?
- What?
- Thanks for worrying.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- [Nora] Bye.
- Bye.
(tense music)
(horns honking)
(sirens wailing)
- [Man] Taxi!
- We should go soon.
All right, listen up.
We're getting ready to move.
On the signal, Terry
and me go in the front.
Unit two, cover the alley.
- [Officer] You got it.
- Aw man.
Did you put mustard
on my sandwich?
- You said you wanted
mustard on your sandwich.
- I didn't ask for mustard.
Why would I ask for mustard?
I hate mustard.
- Hey.
Check it out.
What do you figure
that's all about?
- I don't know.
But whatever she'd doing,
we don't need it right now.
- Hi there.
I was hoping you might be able
to help me with something.
- Depends.
- Well, my dad came in
here on Monday afternoon
and I was wondering if
you might've seen him.
- Well, a lot of guys
come by here, lady.
- Yeah, well his
name is Bill Reagan.
- A lot of guys don't
introduce themselves.
- He's about five foot
six, graying hair.
- Oh, you just described
about half the guys
who come in here.
- Yeah, well.
Oh, also he whistles.
He comes in here a lot.
No?
- I'm sorry, lady.
- Don't turn away from me.
I'm talking to you.
This is important.
Look, my family
is really worried.
I just need to know
if you've seen him.
Please?
- You think it's a tip off?
- I'd feel a whole lot better
if we made our move
five minutes ago.
This is starting to stink.
- Nobody saw your father
and nobody knows
anything about him.
(Nora sighs)
- All right.
- What the hell is this now?
(timer beeping)
- That's our cue.
Police, freeze!
- Away from the counter, now.
Terry, go.
- [Officer] Stay down!
(door crashing)
- [Terry] Step away
from the computer now.
Open the cage.
- You know anything
about computers?
Because mine just crashed.
Wiped the whole hard drive.
Can I put my hands down now?
(dramatic music)
(Nora gasps)
- That's far
enough, little lady.
You're not going anywhere.
- I keep trying to tell you,
I don't understand what
you're talking about.
I didn't warn anybody
about anything.
- Right.
And that's how come
you started training
for the Olympic hurdles
when Detective Miller
was trying to question you.
- Well, how am I supposed
to know he's a detective?
Look, no offense,
but he looks more like something
out the road company version
of "Wise Guys" than a cop.
He could've identified himself.
- Well, consider me identified.
Now how about telling us
what you were doing in
that betting parlor?
- I was looking for a friend.
- A pretty girl like you
has to look for friends
in a place like that?
- No, that is not what I meant.
A friend of mine disappeared
a couple of days ago.
- So what?
You started making bets
about what happened to him?
- No.
The detective I talked to
suggested that I go to the
places he may have visited
the day he disappeared
and figure out who was the
last person to talk to him.
- Which detective?
- Well, detective...
Oh, Marinello.
Detective Marinello,
he works here.
The last thing my friend said
is that he was going
there to place a bet.
- You wanna tell Marinello
to get over here now?
- Sure.
- You can get out
of here if you want.
(phones ringing)
(people chattering)
- What's going on?
- You know her?
- Yeah, she stopped by
yesterday in missing persons.
- Yeah well,
following your advice,
three months of work on
a bookmarking operation
just got blown off when
she walked into the shop.
- I didn't advise
her to go in there.
What are you talking about?
- That's not what she says
and that's not what's
going in my report.
I'll leave you two
to get reacquainted.
- Oh look, I'm really sorry.
I didn't mean to get
you into trouble.
- I'll survive.
What the hell were you
doing in that place?
- Well, it's just I
remember Bill told me
that that's where he was going
on his way to my place
and I wanted to ask
if they'd seen him.
- All right.
So you asked around, right?
Now you're finished.
- What?
I don't know.
Guess that depends
if we find Bill, huh?
- We?
Hey Miss Barkin, you're
not getting it here now.
Come on.
- I am not gonna
sit at home and wait
while my friend is
out there somewhere
hurt or worse, with
nobody trying to help him.
- Look, I'll prepare a
report on your friend
if he doesn't show
up by morning.
But as of now, you're no longer
in the detective business.
You understand that?
- No, the only thing
that I understand
is my friend is missing
and so far nobody's doing
a damn thing about it!
Am I free to go?
- Oh, please.
- Well, thank you.
(phones ringing)
(tense music)
- Yeah, I got it.
(Nora sighs)
- What do you expect me to say?
I come home, you're not here.
There's no message,
no call, nothing.
And when you finally call
you're at the police station.
- Well, it was just
a misunderstanding.
- Which wouldn't have happened
if you hadn't been
sticking your nose
into something the police
should be handling.
- Yeah well, they're not.
Nobody is except me and
Bill is still missing.
- I don't wanna hear it.
Nora, I'm busting my
chops everyday out there
trying to stay ahead of
the credit card companies
and you running
around aggravating
the police department.
- I'm just worried about Bill.
- Well worry about
us for a change.
Nora, I think you're mixing up
your priorities big time here.
- That is not fair.
- Oh funny.
That's what I keep saying.
I remember the times
when the two of us
were all we worried about.
You know the big
plans that we had,
how we're gonna work together,
how we're gonna
make it all happen.
- Nothing has changed.
Those plans are still there.
- I don't know.
Are they?
I have to get some writing done,
keep up my part of the plan.
(Nora sighs)
(upbeat music)
- This is choice.
You stir up a nest of
seasoned criminals,
the police tell you to stop,
Jack tells you to stop,
and here you are planning to get
right back into trouble.
- Well, what do
you want me to do?
Just give up?
- Given what's happened so far,
that's not a bad idea.
Nora, Bill might be missing
but you're gonna wind up
in the hospital or worse.
- So I'll be more careful.
- Don't say that.
To be more careful suggests
that you're not being
careful in the first place.
What you're being is reckless.
- Okay, so I'll be
less reckless then.
- I'm not gonna win this, am I?
Nora, this is real life.
It's not a play.
- I'm going to do this.
I have two more places to go
and then my detective
career's history, okay?
I'll see you later.
- Bye.
(upbeat jazzy music)
- Nora.
- Oh, hey Chrissy.
How you doing?
What are you doing here?
- I'm just waiting
for my Grandma.
We're going shopping and
then we're gonna go to--
(concrete thuds)
(dramatic music)
(Nora yelps)
- Oh my god.
- [Chrissy] Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Grandma, that
nearly killed her.
- You're sure you're all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine, really.
Wow, that was lucky, huh?
- You gotta be careful, dear.
Don't push it.
Anyone's luck can
turn on a dime.
- Yeah, I know what you mean.
- And an unlucky
day can be a killer.
(Nora laughs)
- You bet.
- You take care of yourself.
- Be careful.
- Okay, bye.
- Bye.
(tense music)
- Wow.
(horns honking)
(sirens wailing)
(people chattering)
(phones ringing)
- Stormwatch Insurance.
No, he's not here right now.
Can I take a message?
Uh-huh.
Yeah, okay, got it.
Bye.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi, I wondered if you
could help me with something.
- That's what I'm here for.
- My dad is courier and
he delivered a package
to your office Monday afternoon
and somewhere along the way
he lost his favorite cap.
(phone rings)
I was--
- Hold please.
- I was just wondering if
maybe he'd left it here
or if you'd remember him
wearing it when he came in.
- Refresh my memory.
What's he look like?
- He's five foot six,
graying hair, very talkative.
If he'd started you wouldn't
have been able to shut him up.
(Nora laughs)
Oh, also he whistles.
- Oh, yeah.
The whistler.
- Uh-huh.
- I remember him.
He's a really sweet guy.
Don't remember the cap though.
Anyway, the guy
he was talking to
isn't here right now
but he might remember.
- So he was talking to someone?
- Yeah, oh.
(phone beeps)
Are you still holding?
I'll put you through.
Yes, the package he brought in
was data for the accountant
who was working on the
audit with Mr. Moore.
- Oh.
- Your dad got all excited
when he find out
the guy was here.
So, I sent him back
to talk to him.
- An accountant?
- Yeah, he's with
Lyon's and Becker.
- Oh?
Do you remember the
name of this accountant?
- Yeah, I do.
He was pretty cute.
Half the girls in the office
had him scoped out five minutes
after he cleared the door.
His name's Jack Barkin.
(tense music)
- Uh.
So, they talked?
My dad and this Jack Barkin?
- Yeah.
Your dad said he had something
important to tell him.
So, I sent him right back there.
They were there for a while
so I guess they talked.
- Penny, have you seen
the universal life
annuity payout schedule
for last month?
- No, I haven't.
But I am gonna go
and check in the um--
- Files.
- Files.
Right.
Okay.
Oh, this is Mr. Moore.
Jack Barkin was doing
the audit with him.
So he might be able to help you.
Good luck.
- Thank you.
- Oh.
(Penny giggles)
- You know Jack?
- Well, actually I'm his wife.
- Oh well, this is a surprise.
How can I help you?
- I just had a question
about when Jack was
working here the other day.
You see, a friend
of ours is a courier
and he made a
delivery here that day
and I was just wondering
if he'd left his cap here.
- Couriers usually don't
get past reception.
- No, I know.
It's just your receptionist said
that he went in the back.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I think I
do remember a guy
going back to where
Jack was working.
An older guy I think.
What did your husband say?
- Well, I haven't been able
to talk to him about it yet.
I will.
Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey buddy, go.
Go, go long.
Well?
Go get it, Jerry.
We don't got all day.
(boy laughs)
I swear to god, man.
Oh, I can't catch.
(boy scoffs)
Jerry, what's going
on down there, dude?
You find a girlfriend?
(boys laughing)
(tense music)
- You sure you're okay for this?
I mean, they could try
your husband again.
Maybe he's home.
- No, no.
Let's just do this, all right?
- Okay.
(tense music)
- Oh god, Bill.
(Nora crying)
- [Marinello] That's him?
- Yeah.
- Mrs. Barkin, I'm sorry.
- Yeah well, thank you
very much, detective.
It's very touching
but it's just way too late.
- Look, I know you're angry
because we weren't looking
for your friend sooner.
- You weren't looking
for him at all.
- The coroner says
he's been dead
at least 48 hours.
- Well what happened?
- Coroner says there were
no outward signs of trauma.
He looks like a heart attack.
- And when will
they know for sure?
- Well, if it was his heart,
there'd be no reason
for an autopsy.
- What?
- Miss Barkin, he
was an elderly man
who'd just been walking up
and down stairs all day.
I mean, there's no
suspected foul play here.
- No, that man was as
healthy as a horse.
- Look, come on.
Let's get out of here.
Come on, come on.
Please.
- What about the ticket?
Did you find his ticket?
- What ticket?
- Look, when I talked
to him that morning
he said it was his lucky day.
He bought a lottery ticket
and then he called me later
to tell me that he was right.
Look, I told you.
He was coming by my
place that evening
to fill me in on his good luck.
- There was no ticket.
- Don't you think
that that might be
reason enough to believe
that he was robbed
and then murdered for it?
- Whoa, whoa.
When we found Bill, his
wallet was still in his pocket
and he still had
some money in it
and he was still wearing
his watch and his ring.
That doesn't sound
like a robbery to me.
- Yeah well, I think
that somebody knew
about his lottery win
and stole it from him.
- All right.
How much did he say he won?
- Well, he didn't exactly.
- He didn't say?
- No.
- And you expect me to open
a homicide investigation
based on the suggestion
that he might've had a
winning lottery ticket
and you don't know
how much it was for
or if he cashed it
or if someone else
knew about it?
- I think that somebody
did know about it.
- Listen, I feel for you
losing your friend like this
but I have a board
full of real homicides
with real victims
and real motives
waiting for me
back at the office.
Now if you can think of anything
that would support your theory,
I'll be glad to hear it.
Otherwise, I don't have time
to investigate every
accidental death
that comes by the precinct.
(Marinello sighs)
- We done here?
- Do me a favor, will you?
Ask the coroner to do a once
over on Bill Reagan's body.
- It was natural causes.
- Mm.
Tell him to look at
it again, will you?
I got some new information.
- Am I missing something here?
When did this woman
start to become credible?
- When the guy she
was worried about
ended up in that cooler.
In my book, that's credible.
- Enough to open
an investigation?
- We'll see.
We'll see after the
autopsy comes back.
- We're investigating,
aren't we?
I know we are.
I can tell.
(sirens wailing)
(soft music)
(Nora sighs)
- Jack.
- Hey.
What's the matter?
- The police called.
They found Bill.
- Is he okay?
- He's dead, Jack.
- Oh my god.
That's terrible.
I'm sorry, honey.
I never thought.
- Jack, when did
you last see Bill?
- Why do you ask?
- I was just wondering.
- I don't know.
It must've been here
a couple of weeks ago.
We watched an old
movie after dinner.
- And you haven't
seen him since then?
Well, I mean not
even in passing?
Maybe downtown or something?
- Nora, what are you getting at?
(Nora sighs)
- I'm just trying to put some
pieces together, that's all.
- Honey, you've
been through a lot.
Why don't you sit down?
I'll fix you a drink.
- Oh boy.
- [Kristen] You didn't
tell him you knew?
- He said he didn't
see Bill that day.
- And the guy at the
insurance company said he did.
- Well, what am
I supposed to do?
Accuse him of lying?
Maybe he forgot.
- Being the last
person to see a friend
on the day he died
isn't exactly the kind of thing
that just slips somebody's mind.
There's gotta be a reason he
didn't tell you he saw Bill.
Come on.
- Yeah, I know.
I know you're right.
You know, that night
he came home late
and he was soaking wet.
When I asked him
where he'd been,
he said he had to walk home
'cause he couldn't
get a cab in the rain.
- Hmm.
- What is going on, Kristen?
- I don't know.
But if the police do
decide to investigate,
they could easily put
the facts together
and that could make trouble.
- Well, like what?
- Well, if Jack
was the last person
to see Bill alive,
did Bill tell him about
the lottery ticket?
Probably.
So Bill crosses through the park
and he dies or is murdered.
If he's murdered, whoever did it
knows exactly what
they were looking for.
- Kristen, this is my
husband we're talking about.
- Yeah but if Bill was killed,
the killer was probably
waiting for him
and who came home late
and was soaking wet?
- Oh my god.
- Nora, I'm sorry.
This is crazy.
I'm treating this like
some dumb murder mystery
I'm auditioning for.
I shouldn't be
saying these things.
- What am I gonna do?
- Talk to Jack.
What else can you do?
- Okay.
Hello, is Jack
Barkin there, please?
- [Woman] Let's go!
- Oh, well when will he be back?
This is his wife calling.
It's important that I
speak with my husband.
Do you know where he's going?
Oh okay.
Thank you.
Come on.
No, you're absolutely
right, Kristen.
I have to talk to Jack.
I have to give him a
chance to explain himself.
- Good.
Look, I'll catch up with
you later, all right?
- All right.
(dramatic music)
- Then again, he might have
a few other things to
explain while he's at it.
Nora.
Nora, stop.
You don't know what that
was about back there.
- What are you talking about?
You saw her!
She's all over him!
- Come on.
We saw two people having lunch.
Let's not turn this into
some kind of soap opera.
- It's all lies, Kristen.
First about not
having met with Bill
and now he's seeing
another woman.
I mean, all the time he says
he's spending at the library
doing research on his novel
or writing in coffee stops,
what, is he spending
it with her?
- Nora, stop it.
What we just saw
doesn't prove anything.
You gotta find out the truth
before you start throwing
away your marriage.
- Yeah.
Yeah well, that is exactly
what I'm going to do.
(tense music)
(Nora sighs)
Jack?
- [Jack] I'll be out in a sec.
- What, are you going out?
- Yeah, I'm gonna
work at the library.
- [Nora] Well, you
could work here.
- You know what?
I gotta do some research.
- Jack, I was really
hoping that we could talk.
- I won't be late.
Maybe when I get back.
- God, I'm really beginning
to hate that novel.
- Nora, don't do this.
If I don't keep up
the momentum now
I'm gonna lose it altogether.
- I just want us to
be together tonight.
It is important.
- Well, there were
plenty of nights
when I was sitting at home
and you were at drama
classes and rehearsals
and those were very
important too, right?
- Jack.
Do you still love me?
- What is that supposed to mean?
- What I said.
I need to know if
you still love me.
- Of course I do.
Look, I'll talk to you later.
(Nora sighs)
- Okay.
Jack's file.
Jack's file.
Open.
Violet Requiem, Violet Requiem.
Ah-ha.
(Nora clears throat)
Tony sensed her unease at
their current arrangement.
An arrangement, not a marriage.
- [Jack] That's how
he thought of it now.
If he thought of it at all.
Carrie's unease
was okay, though.
He had plenty of his
own to deal with.
Just that morning,
she'd come at him again,
prattling on about the man
who'd disappeared last month.
- He told her it was something--
- [Jack And Nora] The
police should be handling.
- "But they're not
handling it," she whined.
"And we're all he's got!"
Sooner or later she'd find out
how Kevin had
really disappeared.
- [Jack] And that's when
Tony would have to take
swift and final action.
(Nora sighs)
- Tony turned the full force
of his anger on her.
- [Nora And Jack] I'm
busting my chops everyday
to try to stay ahead of
the credit card companies
and you're running
around aggravating
the police department.
- She didn't get it.
Why was he making
such a big deal
out of her trying to solve
her friend's disappearance?
- [Nora And Jack] Worry
about us for a change.
- Tony said because
I think you're--
- [Nora And Jack] Mixing up
your priorities big time.
(Nora scoffs)
- [Nora] He had to
smile inwardly at that.
- [Jack And Nora] It was
just a matter of time
until she lost her life as well.
- And that's when it
would all make sense.
He'd have all the money.
And he'd have Danielle.
- [Jack And Nora]
Greed and lust,
both fulfilled with just
the squeeze of a trigger.
- Not that hard.
(Nora chuckles)
(doorbell buzzes)
Oh god.
Close, close.
All right.
(clears throat)
Hey Kristen, what is it?
- Hey, is Jack here?
- [Nora] No, why?
- You have to see this.
You're not gonna believe it.
(tense music)
- Sandra Keele got
lucky with 13...
Wait a minute, isn't that her?
Isn't that the
woman Jack was with?
- Yeah.
- Oh my god.
Greed and lust,
both fulfilled with just
a squeeze of a trigger.
- Nora, what are
you talking about?
What is it?
- I went into Jack's computer
and I read some of his novel.
All of this is in it.
- What?
- The main character
kills his wife's friend
and then plans to kill his wife.
Oh, and Kristen,
all the dialogue is from
our private conversations.
Things that we actually
said to one another.
- Oh my god.
You gotta admit
that's pretty twisted.
(Nora crying)
- You know,
we used to say
that there was a law
against keeping secrets.
That whatever we
were thinking about
we had to share
with one another.
You know, like hopes,
ideas, dreams, whatever.
And now it's like
Jack is somebody else.
The person that I have spent
the last five years
of my life with
doesn't even exist.
- Hey.
- How did it get like this?
- Listen.
I don't know what to say to you,
but if I could see
inside people's heads,
maybe my last
three relationships
might've made more sense.
Hey.
Want me to throw some
cold water on your face?
Might make you feel better.
Hmm?
Come on.
(water dripping)
No!
(dramatic music)
- And Jack was just in here.
- You better call the super.
- Yeah.
(Nora scoffs)
- That oughta do it.
Hell of a freaky break.
Who knows what
could've gone down
if your friend hadn't noticed.
- Yeah, I know.
Look, how does something
like that happen, anyway?
- Old pipes.
Maybe the joint got brittle
and something shifted.
- Inside the ceiling?
- These old buildings
are still settling.
Freaky it happening right
over the light fixture though.
If someone would've been in here
when the light was turned on,
they would've come
out extra crispy.
- Would you be able to tell
if that pipe had
been tampered with?
- Lady, I fix plumbing.
I'm not a cop.
Anyway, why would
someone screw around
with the plumbing like that?
I'm not kidding here.
Somebody could've wound up dead.
- Thank you.
Thanks very much.
(Kristen sighs)
(sirens wailing)
(horns honking)
(phones ringing)
(police radio chattering)
Detective.
- Miss Barkin.
- Hi.
- [Marinello] I didn't
expect to see you again.
- Look, I've come to ask,
no I've come to beg you
to please investigate
Bill Reagan's murder.
- Look, we've already
been through this.
- Yeah, I know.
Look, there's a lady in
the paper today, okay?
Apparently she won
Monday's lottery.
- Okay.
You came all the way down
here to tell me that?
- The ticket that she
cashed in was Bill's ticket.
- Really?
Can you at least tell me
what connection she
had to Mr. Reagan
and how she got his ticket?
(Nora sighs)
(tense music)
- Look.
All right.
I know that this
sounds weird, okay,
and you think I'm
a crazy actress
trying to make some big drama
out of this whole thing, but...
Look, I just need you to
investigate this woman, please.
- I'll do what I can.
(Nora sighs)
- Thank you.
Okay.
- There's one that fell
out of the cuckoo's nest
right on her head.
- Danny, call downtown.
See if they finished the
autopsy on Bill Reagan.
- You're buying her story?
- Let's just say I'm shopping.
- Okay.
All right.
- And see what you can turn up
on this woman who won
the lottery today.
Sandra Keele.
- All right.
Hey Doc Hogan,
how are you, good.
Listen, any more on
the Reagan autopsy?
Really?
(tense music)
All right.
Great, thanks.
Well, what do you know?
The coroner says they don't have
a definitive answer
on the autopsy
but he's found enough to
think it's suspicious.
He's ordered a full workup.
- All right.
- Where are you going?
- Well, I think we
wanna try and guess
who saw Bill Reagan last.
- Right.
- Don't you people ever give up?
You raid my club, you
don't find nothing.
Now you're dragging me down
in a bogus homicide wrap?
- You know, you're right.
A babe in the woods like you.
You're like a poster
boy for persecution.
- Well now you're getting it.
See, you should listen
to your partner.
- He's just getting warmed up.
He's got a lot more to say
about how Bill Reagan was a
regular in your betting parlor.
- Social club.
I got a lot of regulars.
- Yeah, a couple of whom
got their knees
broken last month
'cause they couldn't
cover a bet.
- Accidents happen.
You can bet on it.
- How much did Bill
Reagan owe you?
- Nothing.
I told you, I
don't know the guy.
- You don't know him?
Sure are friendly with
a guy you don't know.
And then again,
maybe not that friendly.
- Handy.
Nice advice to show us
all the evidence we need
in one neat little package.
- This isn't evidence.
This don't prove anything.
- Well, it all depends
how you present it.
This was taken Monday evening
and it makes you the last person
to see him alive.
(dramatic music)
If you have anything to say,
now might be a good time.
- Okay, so I knew the guy.
He was a nice old guy.
Gabby, but okay.
Whistled the same damn tune
every time he
walked out the door.
- So you killed him 'cause
you didn't like the tune?
- I didn't kill anyone.
- How much did he owe you?
- The guy was a
courier, delivery guy.
I don't let a guy like that
get too deep into me.
- How much?
- 200.
He goes up and down.
He cleans it up, he
goes back down again.
Hasn't cleaned it up for
a while so I was pissed
but nobody kills
anybody over 200 bucks.
- Oh yeah?
What is the going rate?
- Listen, the guy comes
in to lay a few bets.
I told him he wasn't
gonna play until he paid.
- And then he told
you about the money?
- He said it was his lucky day
and he was coming
into some cash.
He said he would pay me off
the next day in full.
- And then you got the idea
to take him off for
his ticket, huh?
- His ticket?
- Yeah, his ticket!
- The lottery ticket, remember?
- Well, he didn't say anything
about a lottery ticket.
He said he was coming
into some cash.
He left and that was it.
(phones ringing)
- Can we let this rest now?
The guy didn't know
anything about the ticket.
- Didn't seem to.
- Why are you doing this?
- Maybe I got into the job
because I used to read
mysteries as a kid.
- Guess what?
We got enough real
crimes to keep you busy.
Think about that.
(upbeat jazzy music)
- Detective Marinello,
midtown south.
- The police?
- What's your name?
- Oh, I'm Penny.
What can I do for you?
- Well, I'm looking
into the death
of a courier who
made a delivery here
a couple of days ago.
His name was Bill Reagan.
- Oh my god, his death?
And that woman was just
in here asking about him.
- Right.
Well, his delivery
to this office here
was the last of his day.
Now, someone in this office
might've been the last
one to see him alive.
Do you remember anything
that could help me
with my investigation?
- All I can tell you
is what I told her,
that maybe the
accountant who was here
or maybe Mr. Moore
might've seen him.
Mr. Moore, could you come
to the reception, please?
Mr. Moore is our office manager.
I hope he'll be
able to help you.
- Thank you.
Oh, Marinello, midtown south.
- It's about that courier
that woman was asking about.
- Bill Reagan.
I'm wondering if, you know,
you might've seen him.
- I don't know what to
say to you, detective.
All I can tell you is
what I told Miss Barkin,
that I thought her husband
was the only one to talk to him.
- Wait a minute.
Her husband?
- Yeah, Jack Barkin.
He's an accountant.
He's here doing an audit.
I didn't see them together
but he went back to
where Jack was working.
Stayed there quite a while.
He seemed pretty
excited about something.
- Hmm.
Thanks Mr. Moore.
- Yeah, sure.
- Detective, if you're
investigating this,
does that mean you
think he was murdered?
- Maybe.
- But why would someone
murder an old man?
- Penny, that's exactly what
I'm trying to figure out.
(Penny sighs)
(phone ringing)
(singing in foreign language)
- Hey, gorgeous.
Today's my lucky day.
Every time that feeling came on,
something good always happened.
We would get a check in the mail
or Evelyn would buy
a lottery ticket
and we'd win a few bucks
but there was always
something good coming.
(knocking on door)
- Nora, it's me, Kristen.
Come on, I know you're in there.
Open the door.
Nora, please open the door.
Nora, please.
Open the door.
Hey.
What's happening?
I've been calling and calling.
Why aren't you
answering the phone?
- I'm sorry, Kristen.
I just want some
time to think, okay?
- Do you mind if
we think together?
Please?
- All right, come on in.
You want anything?
- No, no thanks.
So, what did Jack say
when you told him
about what we saw?
- I didn't ask him.
I couldn't do it.
- Nora, burying your
head in the sand
isn't gonna make
this all go away.
What did you tell the police?
- I asked them to
investigate Sandra Keele.
- What about Jack?
You did mention Jack.
- I can't implicate
my own husband.
- Nora, you don't get it.
If Jack is involved
and you go on
withholding information
from the police,
you become an
accessory to murder.
- We don't know any
of this for sure.
I've never asked
him face to face.
Don't I at least
owe him that much?
- Well, he lied to you before.
What's to stop him
from doing it again?
- Oh my god, Kristen.
What am I gonna do?
I still love him.
- I know.
I know.
But if it were me, I'd be
telling it to the police first.
- I can't do that.
Not yet.
(tense music)
- [Doorman] Good afternoon.
- Miss Keele?
- Yes.
- NYPD.
- What's the problem?
- Oh, no problem.
We'd just like to ask
you a few questions.
- Actually, I'm kinda busy.
- It won't take long.
We'll be out of your
hair before you know it.
- Let's go inside.
I can't imagine
why my lottery win
would be of any interest
to you, detective.
- Well 13 and a
half million dollars
always makes for
good conversation.
- It's funny.
I never thought of myself
as a particularly lucky
person before this.
- I guess people's
luck can change.
- You said you had questions.
- A few.
Where did you buy that
ticket, Miss Keele?
- I don't know.
I usually buy five
or six tickets a week
anywhere I happen
to be in the city.
- Huh.
This ticket was
purchased Monday morning.
Can you tell me where
you were on Monday?
- Uh, yes.
Um, no.
I mean, I don't usually keep
a log of where I've been.
- But surely you'd remember
where you bought this ticket.
A newspaper stand maybe?
A convenience store?
- I said I don't remember.
I'm sorry.
I don't usually expect
to be interrogated.
- Oh no, this is not an
interrogation, Miss Keele.
You'll know the difference.
(tense music)
- I won the lottery.
You're acting as if
I've committed a crime.
- If you have, 13
million dollars
would make one hell of
a motive, wouldn't it?
- A motive?
For what?
Are you accusing
me of something?
- Have you ever known a
man named Bill Reagan?
- No, why?
- What about Jack Barkin?
- I'm starting to think
I should have a lawyer
before I say anything else.
- Sometimes lawyers stop people
from making deals that'll
keep them out of prison.
Sometimes it's better for people
just to get something
off their chest.
- I'll take my
chances with a lawyer.
I'm afraid that's all
I'm going to say for now.
- Think about what
I said, Miss Keele.
You can reach me at this number.
(dramatic music)
- It's me.
I'll call you if I
want to call you.
You said this was
going to be simple.
All I had to do
was cash the ticket
and there'd be no
questions asked.
The police, they were just here
asking me questions
about where and when
I bought the ticket.
They were not fooling around.
No.
Well I don't like this.
You better do
something about it.
Okay, well think it out
and think it out fast.
Okay.
Yeah.
I love you too.
- What do you think?
- I don't know what that's
woman's got going down
but she's the guiltiest
lottery winner I've ever seen.
- Craziness is contagious, huh?
Hey, it's Marinello.
What do you have for me?
Oh yeah.
Oh, thanks.
Listen, leave a copy for
me on my desk, will you?
That was the coroner's office.
The final autopsy
results are in.
Now the original examination
didn't show any bruising
on the outside of the neck.
But when they went in
they found the fracture of the
Adam's apple and the larynx.
- You know, he's right.
It ain't over till it's over.
- Yeah.
More and more the pieces
are starting to make sense.
Let's play it out, all right.
Now, Bill Reagan, he calls Nora
and he tells her
he's hit the jackpot.
- He happens to run
into her husband
an hour later and tells
him the good news too.
- An hour after that,
someone who knows that Bill
is going to Nora's for dinner
is waiting for him in the park.
That someone kills him
and takes the ticket.
- The only problem is
can we establish a connection
between Sandra Keele
and Jack Barkin?
Maybe bring Barkin
in and sweat him.
- If I don't miss my guess,
he already knows we've
been asking questions.
He'll be ready for us.
- So what?
- I think the link between
Sandra Keele and Jack
Barkin is the ticket.
- Yeah but now the
ticket's cashed.
Dead end.
- Not quite.
Now we follow the moolah.
(tense music)
- Nora, what's going on?
Are you okay?
- You tell me, Jack.
Or would that be more prattling
on about my dead friend?
Would that make
you want to satisfy
your greed and lust with
the squeeze of a trigger?
- You went in my computer?
- Yeah.
It is quite revealing.
- Nora, you're
starting to worry me.
- I'm worrying you?
God, that's almost funny.
You have used private things
that we said to one another.
- Nora, I'm a writer.
I overhear people in the subway.
People tell me
things in the office.
And I think it's just fair
that it ends up in my book.
- Oh, and what have
people been telling you
in the office lately, hmm?
How about Bill?
Bill tell you
anything interesting?
- I told you I didn't see
Bill for over a month.
- Just for once, I would
like to hear the truth
about you, about Bill, and
about this damn lottery ticket.
- You're nuts.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
(Nora laughs)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Look, this is not a
good time right now.
Okay, half an hour.
All right.
I gotta go see a client.
(Nora sighs)
- [Marinello] Detective
Marinello, NYPD.
- I'm sorry.
This is a really bad time.
The bank is closing,
I have an appointment.
- We won't take up
much of your time.
Mr.--
- Igus.
I'm the branch manager.
- Yeah.
We're investigating
Sandra Keele.
You know, the woman that won
the pick seven
lottery this week.
I understand this is where
she deposited the winnings.
- That much money raised my
bank's profile overnight.
Too bad it was only
for a couple of days.
(tense music)
- What do you mean?
- Miss Keele made a
transfer this afternoon,
almost the whole balance.
- A transfer?
To where?
- Please, detective.
You must understand
I'm not allowed
to give you that information
without a warrant.
- Look, Mr--
- Igus.
- Yeah, the location
of that money
may be crucial to the outcome
of a homicide investigation.
Now if you're worried about
the prestige of your bank
you're gonna wanna be on
record as having cooperated.
- It was a numbered account
at the bank of the Cayman's.
I don't know who it
was registered to.
It might've been her or
her gentleman friend.
- Her gentleman friend?
Describe him.
- [Doorman] Good evening.
(tense music)
(knocking on door)
- Yes?
Can I help you?
- I'd like to talk to my
husband if you don't mind.
(dramatic music)
- Nora, what are you doing here?
- Oh, what's the matter, huh?
Supposed to work
out differently?
Like in your book?
- Nora, this isn't
what you think it is.
- Oh, that's right.
You just keep on lying
right up to the end.
It is so much more consistent.
It is so thorough.
So you, Jack.
- What is she talking about?
- Oh, hi.
Miss, anyway.
Remember me?
- [Penny] Yeah.
- Yeah I wanna
speak to Mr. Moore.
- Oh, I'm sorry, you
missed him by a half hour.
- Where was he going?
- He got an emergency call
and he left on a business trip.
Said he might be
gone a few days.
(tense music)
- Thanks.
- [Penny] Is this
about the murder?
- Hogan, any luck?
- Yeah, I tried his place
but his wife said he had
an emergency business trip.
- Yeah, same at his office.
- She's not expecting to
see him for at least a week.
- Listen, if he has his way,
that's the last
anybody will see him.
- Well, I'll call it in.
Alert the airports.
You wanna take a ride down
to JFK and head it up?
- No, not yet.
Meet me at Sandra
Keele's apartment, ASAP.
- Right.
(siren wailing)
- Let me get this straight.
You think we're
having an affair?
- Yeah, you're damn right I do.
- Sandra was referred to me.
She wanted advice on
handling her winnings.
- Well who better
to handle them?
You gave them to her.
- I don't know what
you're talking about
but he's telling you the truth.
- Don't even start with me.
I just wanted to be sure
before I went to the police.
- The police?
- I know everything, Jack.
I know that you
saw Bill that day
and I know that he told you
about the lottery ticket.
- Nora, I told you
I didn't see him.
- I was at the
insurance company.
There's a record of Bill
making a delivery that day.
So why didn't you tell
me you'd seen him?
Huh?
- Whoa, hold it.
I was out of the office
most of that afternoon.
- Oh, please.
- It's true.
I was doing inventory at
the collision claim center.
You can ask Dexter Moore.
He's the one who
sent me down there.
As a matter of fact,
he's the one who
referred Sandra to me
in the first place.
- What?
- I didn't know
someone had died.
I promise you, I had no idea
where the ticket came from.
He told me he won the lottery.
- Who told you?
- Dexter.
We were gonna run
away with the money.
He said he couldn't cash it in
'cause he'd have to
split it with his wife.
We had to make it
look like I won it.
- Shut up, Sandra.
Back up!
- Okay, okay, okay.
- You should've minded
your own damn business.
- Hey Dex, you're not
gonna get away with this.
- Oh yeah.
Everything was gonna be perfect.
Back up.
- All right.
- Sandra and Dex
off to the Cayman's
and then on to South America
living happily ever after
on 13 million dollars
that that simple idiot was
just begging me to steal.
- So you killed him, huh?
- What are you
planning to do with us?
- The only thing I can do now.
- Have you gone crazy?
- Maybe I have.
But you helped put me here.
You know, you are an
expensive commodity, Sandra.
How else could I afford you?
- [Sandra] You can't do this.
I won't let you.
- You're not gonna have a lot
to say about it, you know?
- Dex, you don't wanna do this.
- Please, baby, baby, please.
(gun bangs)
(glass shatters)
(dramatic music)
(Dexter groaning)
- [Nora] Come on, come on!
Move it!
Go!
(gun bangs)
(gun bangs)
(siren wailing)
- Hopefully he's here.
(Sandra yelps)
(gun banging)
(Sandra yelps)
- Go, go, go.
Go, go.
Hold it, police!
Drop it!
(guns banging)
- [Marinello] Check him out.
- You all right?
- Yeah, I think so.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
God, I didn't think
you believed me.
- Well, I still need you
to fill in some of the blanks.
- [Nora] Okay.
- You're not going
anywhere, Miss Keele.
And you're gonna do
some talking right now.
(Sandra sighs)
- Bill Reagan told friends
that his last day on this earth
was going to be his lucky day.
But Bill didn't understand
his luck wasn't
something flighty.
It wasn't something
that was there one day
and not the next.
Bill's luck was to have friends.
True friends like Nora Barkin
and her husband, Jack.
And that's a luck
that was with him
everyday of his life.
Nora.
(Nora sighs)
(somber music)
- Well, quite simply,
Bill Reagan was one of the
nicest people I ever met
and I know that we're
all gonna miss him
and it's hard to come to
terms with what happened.
But what I'd like to remember
is the best of Bill.
The little twinkle in his eye.
Those tunes he'd always whistle.
But most importantly,
the incredible
openness and affection
he had for everyone he met.
I am so grateful that I had
the pleasure to know him and um,
that at least we
all get the chance
to say goodbye to him properly.
Goodbye Bill.
Thank you.
- Thank you, Nora.
And thank you all for coming.
That concludes our service.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
I'm gonna miss him though.
- I know.
Well, for what it's worth,
he was very lucky to know you.
(Nora chuckles)
There's one thing I have
to get straight though.
Did you really
think I killed him?
- I don't know what I thought.
- How did we ever
get to the point
where you couldn't just ask me?
- Step by step, Jack.
I was unhappy with my life.
You were angry too.
Well, I guess that's
where we started anyway.
- You think we can change it?
I mean, back the way we were?
- Yeah.
I think we can try.
(Nora chuckles)
Oh boy.
- Let's go.
- Mm-hmm.
(soft music)
Hey, Detective Marinello.
What are you doing here?
- Well, there are some new
developments on the case
and after all
you've been through
and well, all that
you've done for the case,
I thought it was important
that I tell you in person.
- Well, is something wrong?
- It's about the lottery.
- Yeah, we managed
to retrieve the money
that Moore moved offshore
and it's all there.
I mean, give or take $100,000.
- Well, what's that
gotta do with us?
- Well, it tuns out that
your friend, Bill Reagan,
he wrote up a will
before he hit the jackpot
and, having no family,
he listed you two as
sole beneficiaries.
- Hold it.
You're saying that money--
- That 13 million dollars--
- Is ours?
- That's what I'm saying.
You were very good
friends of Bill's.
I guess this is his
way of telling you
what that friendship
meant to him.
- Oh my god.
- That much money?
You're kidding right?
- The lawyers are on it already.
- Well, I don't
know what to say.
Thank you?
- Well, I think you'd better
thank your friend Bill.
I'm just happy I got to
be the one to tell you.
Working where I do,
I don't get a chance
to deliver much good news.
- Wow.
- And Mrs. Barkin,
another thing,
I just wanted to say
when you were trying to
get us to investigate
your friend's death,
I guess I wasn't a believer.
- You weren't alone.
- As an older and wiser
cop told me one time,
you keep an open mind,
you have a better chance
of solving the crime.
- Did he say wiser?
I heard him say wiser.
- Hey Detective?
Thank you.
Thanks for believing.
(Nora chuckles)
- [Jack] Thank you, thank you.
- [Marinello] You're welcome.
- Oh my god, Jack.
That is a lot of money.
- I still can't believe it.
- Wow.
You know, this means I can
concentrate on my acting.
You don't have to work anymore
except on your novel, of course.
- Well I think I
might have to work
on a different ending now.
- Hey Bill, I don't
know if you can hear me,
but thank you.
We're gonna be thinking of you
and everyday is gonna
be our lucky day.
(Nora chuckles)
(Bill whistling)
(upbeat dramatic music)