The Woman Who Sinned (1991) - full transcript
A beautiful woman is falsely accused of her best friend's murder after an illicit affair while Michael and Victoria Robeson's secrets need to come out if the crime is to be solved.
(MultiCom Jingle)
(tense music)
(gasps)
- Oh, Michael.
- Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.
Well, the water is great.
How's Jane?
- She and Mark Longwell had
a big fight this afternoon.
She spent the whole night
telling me about it.
Evidently, it got pretty ugly.
He threatened her.
- What do you mean he threatened her?
Is she all right?
- Oh, she's fine.
- [Michael] I'm gonna go
turn off the pool here.
I'll be right in.
- Okay.
(tense music)
(water rushing)
- You know, I've been
telling Jane for years.
What did she expect always
going out with married men?
(dramatic music)
(grunts)
Well, dinner with
Kowalski was fascinating.
He's still lying to me.
I hope he stops.
I told him to his face.
I said, you keep this up, pal,
you're gonna end up in a federal prison.
This doesn't interest you.
- Of course it does.
What did he say?
- He said I was a brilliant attorney.
(soft piano music)
- [Woman] Michael.
- [Michael] Hmm?
- I have to get up first
thing in the morning.
- So do I.
- I'm just tired.
(sighs)
I'm sorry.
I do love you.
- I love you, too.
(people chattering)
- [Police Officer] Sorry, folks.
I can't tell you anything.
You're just gonna have to stay back.
(coughs)
There's nothing to see here, folks.
There's nothing else here, please.
- Come on, Mike.
What are you waiting for?
Rope this place off.
(door opens)
- Lieutenant.
- What have you got?
- [Detective] Maid found the
body about 20 minutes ago.
Checked the house, no forced entry.
- Where's the body?
- Upstairs.
Victim's Jane Marie Woodman, 34.
- Writer?
- Yeah.
You know her?
- My wife reads her books.
- [Police Officer] Sarge, I'm
gonna check down by the water.
- [Sergeant] All right.
- Michael?
There are two police
officers looking in our yard.
(doorbell rings)
- [Michael] Yeah?
- Morning.
I'm Detective Sergeant William Harper.
Sorry to bother you.
- What's the matter?
- [William] Folks happen to
know one of your neighbors
name of Woodman?
Jane Woodman?
- Dear, God.
What's wrong?
- Sorry to tell you that
she's been murdered.
- What?
- I'd say she's been
dead eight or nine hours.
She was killed sometime
between 11 and midnight.
Weapon was a heavy object of some kind,
but not blunt like a piece
of pipe or a tire iron.
It's different.
Wounds have an odd character.
I'll know more after the autopsy.
- Well, we searched the
house, the yard, nothing.
Sure would help to know what kind
of weapon we were looking for.
- It's covered with blood.
- Lieutenant, I got something.
Woman next door says she
and the victim were friends.
Says they had dinner together last night.
- Who is she?
- Name's Robeson.
Victoria Robeson.
Her husband used to
work in the DA's office.
- Michael Robeson?
(people chattering)
Hi, Robeson.
- Girvetz, right?
- It's been a while.
- Yeah.
This is my wife Victoria.
This is Lieutenant Girvetz, honey.
- Mrs. Robeson, I hate
to put you through this,
but I have to ask you some questions.
Okay?
- Yes.
- May I help you?
- I'm her doctor.
Jane Woodman is a patient of mine.
A close friend.
- Wait here a minute.
I think the lieutenant's
gonna want to talk to you.
- And what did you do
when you got back here,
you and Ms. Woodman?
- We talked very briefly.
We were both tired.
She went up to bed, I came home.
- What time was that?
- I don't know exactly.
- Well, I got home before
she did about 11:20.
I went for a swim.
About 15 to 20 minutes
later is when you came in.
- [Girvetz] 11:35.
- Actually, 11:40 at the latest
'cause I looked at the clock
when I came in the house from the pool.
It said a quarter to 12.
- You're sure?
- [Michael] Yeah.
- Um, Mrs. Robeson?
Does Woodman have any enemies?
Anybody who might have wanted to hurt her?
- Yes.
- Mrs. Robeson, I'm gonna have to ask you
to come down to headquarters.
We'll need a formal statement.
- So tell me, Doctor.
In this argument with the
deceased, you threatened her?
- Look, I admit I was
having an affair with Jane.
I admit we had a quarrel
yesterday afternoon.
I found out she was seeing someone else.
She didn't even try to deny it.
I got pretty nasty.
But I most certainly didn't kill her.
She was alive and then
some when I left her house.
- And what time was that?
- About five o'clock.
I went to the hospital.
You can check that.
Saw patients till about eight.
I drove home to Malibu.
Had dinner with my wife.
We watched TV, went to bed about 11.
My wife will verify that.
- Dr. Longwell, did your wife know
about your affair with Ms. Woodman?
- Yes.
- You told her?
- No.
She hired a private investigator.
That's how this whole thing blew up.
- Anything?
- No, but he's telling the truth.
- Yeah.
- [Girvetz] They pick
up Longwell's wife yet?
- She flew to New York this morning.
- [Girvetz] Bring her back.
- [William] Yes, sir.
- Mrs. Robeson, the worst part of this job
is that you know going in
people are gonna lie to you.
- I didn't have dinner
with Jane last night.
- 'Course they don't all
admit it as readily as you.
- Lieutenant Girvetz, I have never done
anything like this before.
- Okay.
You want to tell me where
you were last night?
(subdued music)
- With another man.
A photographer.
We went out to dinner,
then back to his studio.
I left at quarter after 11.
- [William] Huh?
- What is going on here?
I mean, she has been in
there for over an hour.
- Lieutenant's a stickler for detail.
Shouldn't be much longer.
- [Girvetz] That's spelled G-A-N-N-S?
- Yes, his first name is Evan.
- On Hampton Street?
- [Victoria] Yes, it's an old warehouse.
- Okay, Mrs. Robeson.
That'll be all for now.
I'll most likely have some
more questions for you,
so please don't leave town
unless I know about it.
- [Victoria] Does my husband have to know?
- Well, that depends.
- On what?
- On whether you're telling
me the truth or not.
- I've just put my marriage in jeopardy.
Why would I lie?
- Because adultery isn't
a crime, Mrs. Robeson.
Murder is.
I'm Detective Lieutenant Alvin Girvetz.
This is Detective Sergeant William Harper.
Are you Evan Ganns?
- Who?
Now, look.
I've been in Paris for
the last month working.
I just got back this morning.
This place has been locked up.
I locked it myself when I left.
- I've been told he's a
professional photographer
like you, Mr. Fox.
Early 30s, athletic build,
blonde hair, green eyes.
Ganns.
Evan Ganns.
Are you sure you don't know him?
- Never heard of him.
- Could somebody have been
staying here while you were gone?
- No, absolutely not.
I mean, I've got a fortune in
cameras and equipment here.
- Alistair?
- Ah, here she is.
Judy, these gentlemen are detectives.
This is my friend Ms. Judy Reinhart.
Darling, there seems to be
a bit of confusion here.
Um, you didn't let anybody stay here
while I was gone, did you?
- Of course not, no.
Why, what's going on?
- Ms. Reinhart, do you know
a man named Evan Ganns?
- No.
Should I?
- Yes, it's ours.
A Wyatt.
Very expensive.
- When'd you last see it?
- Sunday afternoon.
I was here working getting
ready for our new show.
Vicky, my partner, came in and took it.
- Thanks.
- I was downtown this morning.
Client burned down his whole factory.
Insurance.
Look, look.
I ran into Mark Longwell coming
out of police headquarters.
- They released him?
- I guess they didn't have
enough evidence to hold him.
- Boy, I don't get it.
If Longwell isn't guilty.
- Mrs. Robeson.
Mrs. Robeson, sorry to
intrude at a time like this,
but Lieutenant's orders.
He wants to see you.
- Now?
- [William] Yes, ma'am, now.
- I have asked Michael to wait outside.
It's better that I handle this.
- [Victoria] Handle what?
What's going on?
- [Man] Larry.
- Ted.
- Mrs. Robeson.
My name is Oswald.
Chief Deputy Criminal Prosecutions.
Is Michael here?
- [Larry] No, I'm representing her.
- Okay.
Lieutenant, please.
- Victoria Robeson, I'm placing
you under arrest for murder.
- What?
- [Larry] Have you lost your mind?
- [Girvetz] You have the
right to remain silent.
Anything you say.
- I don't understand.
What are they saying?
- Don't say anything, don't say anything.
- What, are they saying
that I killed Jane?
- [Girvetz] May also be used
against you in a court of law.
You have the right to talk to a lawyer
and have him present with you
when you are being questioned.
- Mr. Oswald, you filed second degree.
Why do you object to bail?
- Your Honor, there is certain
evidence being developed
that I am reluctant to
divulge at this time.
- You're anticipating additional charges?
- Well, if it would please the court,
I would prefer not to get
into that at this time.
However, I do feel
strongly that the accused
should be held without
bail pending further.
- Your Honor, the defendant
is married to an attorney
who's a former assistant
district attorney.
She's a successful business woman
highly regarded in the community.
- [Judge] All right, Counselor.
I'm going to grant bail
in the amount of $200,000.
- [Larry] Thank you, Your Honor.
(gavel bangs)
- [Man] Next case, number 862115.
- [Larry] Come on, Ted.
You don't have squat.
You're bluffing.
- The lady lied about her
whereabouts and who she was with.
There's no such person as Evan Ganns.
Besides, physical evidence
is more than compelling.
- [Larry] More than compelling.
Don't give me that crap.
- Her fingerprints are all
over the murder weapon.
It came from her art gallery.
Besides, there's more.
We've established the motive.
- What motive?
- No, no, no, no, no.
Patience, my boy.
You'll find out in discovery.
We've even got photos.
I'll see you later, Lar.
- Photos?
Of what?
What motive could I have
to kill my dearest friend?
I couldn't have been closer
to her if she were my sister.
- Think, Victoria.
Anything that could be misconstrued.
Did you and Jane ever have a falling out?
- We argued about things.
But a falling out, never.
Mark Longwell killed Jane.
She had no other enemies
or I would've known.
She wasn't killed for her
money because everyone knows
she left everything to charity.
Mark Longwell said he was gonna kill her.
She told me.
He was furious because
she broke off the affair.
Why did they let him go?
- His wife verified his alibi.
- She's lying.
Larry, he has to be the one.
- Why are you so sure?
- Because I know I'm innocent.
- Then we have got to find
this man you were with.
Look, it's not gonna be easy.
The police conducted a thorough search.
There's no police record,
no military service,
no credit cards, driver's license.
Honey, as far as they're concerned,
he doesn't exist.
- I didn't make him up.
- I believe you.
- Thank you for that.
I mean it.
Everyone's been grilling me.
Even Michael.
- He thinks you had something
to do with Jane's death?
- No, of course not.
But he suspects that I'm not
telling him the whole truth.
After 13 years of marriage,
I expect he can read my face well enough.
I never was a very good liar.
- Are you gonna tell him?
- I'm working on it.
- Look, I want you to go see this person.
Private investigator.
- Lucky for you Larry's your attorney.
I was packing for a week of sun and sex
in the Bahamas when he called,
so let's get this over as
quick as possible, okay?
Let me start by saying I'm
a retired police officer
on account of a drinking problem.
I was a good cop and I'm a good PI.
I quit the booze 191
days ago and as they say,
I'm a recovering alcoholic.
Now, it's your turn.
Did you kill your friend?
- No.
- Okay.
I'm gonna ask you a lot of questions
and you're gonna tell me everything.
If I find out you lied
to me about anything,
anything at all, I am on
my way to the Bahamas.
Understand?
- Yes.
- On the face of it you
look guilty as hell.
- I'm not.
- Convince me.
You had an affair.
Why?
Unhappy in your marriage?
- I love my husband.
I know he loves me.
- Right.
There were no problems between you?
None at all?
- Well, of course we've had problems.
Everyone has problems.
And we have had this disagreement lately.
- When, Vicky.
Just tell me when.
- I do want children
just as much as you do.
It's just that.
- The gallery.
I know, I know.
And you've wanted that
ever since you decided
you weren't an artist yourself.
And I think that's great.
It's just that we don't know
one couple that's our age
who doesn't already have children.
I'm just afraid we're missing out
on something really important.
- Michael, I'm not talking about forever.
But I know a lot of working mothers
and you can't imagine how
tough that first year is.
Babies need their mothers so much.
- I just want to speed things up.
- I'm trying.
But I have to see things
through this recession
or six years of work goes up in smoke.
- Just as long as we don't go up in smoke.
- Well, it kept coming
between us and then one night.
- [Randy] You met Mr. Evan Ganns.
- No, not quite.
- The same kind of thing.
Like standing up going in a
roller coaster upside down.
Around and around.
It's like being in a washing machine.
- We were having drinks with an old
college friend of Michael's when.
(subdued music)
It was just one of those passing moments
that are quickly forgotten.
But two weeks ago.
I want to kill that hot spot.
- [Man] Okay, Victoria.
- Art, do you need a hand with that?
- [Art] Uh, no.
I'm done.
- [Man] Yeah, that looks good.
- [Art] Thanks.
(subdued music)
- Hello.
Can I do something for you?
- You don't remember me?
- Should I?
- No reason.
My name's Evan Ganns.
- Mr. Ganns.
- I saw you at the
marina not too long ago.
You were with someone.
I recognized you when I saw
the article about your gallery.
I'm a photographer.
I brought a few prints to show you,
but maybe I should come back
when you're not so busy.
- I have a few minutes.
- Oh.
This 92-year-old woman I shot in Peru.
Great face, isn't it?
- Oh, yes.
- Her claim to fame was that
she outlived three husbands.
(both laugh)
So what do you think?
- Good.
Really good.
I'd like to see more.
- I'm shooting along the
boardwalk in Venice tomorrow.
Why don't you come down for lunch?
- Thank you for the offer,
but I don't think that's possible.
- I'd be honored if you would.
Will you think about it?
- [Victoria] I was
surprised by the attraction
I felt for him.
It was intoxicating.
- Vicky, Dr. Longwell's here.
He'd like to see you.
- Reminds me of Jane.
She could've posed for
it, don't you think?
I want her to have it.
Would you give it to her for me?
- I'll do it today.
- No, Sunday.
It's an anniversary of sorts.
A year since we started seeing each other.
I'm hoping to slip away for
a few hours to see Jane.
But in case I get stuck.
- As in stuck with your wife?
- Now, don't go moral on me, Vic.
Besides, you've been my
unindicted co-conspirator
for nearly a year.
- Doesn't mean I'm entirely comfortable.
- Do it for Jane's sake?
Come on, be a pal.
- Sunday.
Sure.
At that moment I envied Jane terribly.
I must've been feeling sorry for myself.
Jane had romance, success,
and I was still struggling.
It felt like Michael and
I were always out of sync.
- Hi, sweetheart.
- [Victoria] Hi.
- How was the opening?
- Oh, great.
We sold almost everything.
- That's great.
- I want to celebrate.
How about I take you out to the
fanciest restaurant in town?
- Oh, how about a hamburger
and a piece of birthday cake?
- What?
Oh, no.
Oh, I forgot.
- Oh, you sound like you don't want to go.
- No, I want to the
fanciest restaurant in town.
- Oh, come on, come on.
It'll be great.
It will.
- [Woman] Go ahead, honey.
Make a wish.
(people cheering)
- Yay!
- Boy, Cindy.
Are you full of hot air.
How did you do that?
I'm gonna need some help
at my next birthday party.
(people laugh)
(camera clicking)
- Yes, yes.
You are terrific.
Wait till you see these pictures.
- Cameras make me nervous.
- I like that.
Wait.
You hungry?
- Starved.
- Let's go.
This is the best table in the house.
You have to have a lot
of influence to get it.
After you.
- I'm impressed.
- Ah.
It's been a perfect day.
You read Count Tolstoy, you
like opera, you like my work.
You even like hotdogs.
You're perfect.
- You don't know me very well.
I'm far from perfect.
- Wrong.
You are perfect.
You're the most perfectly
beautiful woman I've ever seen.
- Evan, my interest in you
is purely professional.
You're a very talented artist.
Don't read anything more into it, okay?
I'm a married woman.
I knew I was in trouble right then.
I told myself I wouldn't see him again.
- [Randy] But you saw
him the very next day.
- And every day that week.
(yelling)
(laughing)
- Come on, I'll race ya.
Come on, come on.
- Then I get a headstart.
- Go, come on, come on.
Go.
Go, go.
(laughing)
- I won.
What's the matter?
Don't quit now.
We said all the way to the jetty.
Come on!
- I'm in love with you!
- No, you're not.
- I am.
I can't help the way I feel.
I didn't want to fall in
love with you, but I have.
- Evan, don't.
Please.
- Victoria, we can't go on pretending
that we're just becoming friends.
- I knew I never should've done this.
- Done what?
You haven't done anything.
- I can't see you again.
Do you understand?
- No.
(tense music)
- [Victoria] I think from
the first moment I saw him
I wanted him to kiss me.
And when he did, I wanted more.
- I never met a woman
yet who had an affair
without sharing the suspense.
Who'd you tell?
- I told Jane.
- You?
- What do you mean me?
- Forgive me.
I know you have a robust
appetite for life.
It's just that you've walked
the straight and narrow
for so many years.
Unless you've been holding out on me.
- It's not funny.
I think about him constantly.
I mean, even when I'm with Michael,
suddenly Evan pops into my head.
- Do you think it would hurt so bad
if maybe you just got it over with?
- What, tell Michael?
- Are you out of your mind?
Cause all that fuss
without any of the fun.
Hon, there's not a marriage alive
that can go on forever
without a little break.
It's just the way nature made us.
Why be hypocritical about it?
What is it?
- I have never believed
in this sort of thing.
- Oh, please, Vicky.
These days the only sin would be
to deliberately hurt Michael.
And what Michael doesn't
know won't hurt him.
It'll do you good.
It'll do your marriage some good, too.
- What if Michael finds out?
- He won't find out.
I'm the expert.
We won't let him.
- [Victoria] Jane's plan was simple.
Michael got roped into having dinner with
a client Sunday night and all I had to do
was tell Michael I was
having dinner with Jane.
Just one little lie.
By Sunday morning I was already thinking
about calling it off.
- Honey, have you seen my gold cuff links?
- Cuff links?
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
You left them on the nightstand last week.
I put them in the bottom drawer.
- Thanks.
- Here, let me help you.
- And so, my friends.
No one is compelled to evil.
Only our consent gives it free reign.
The sin is not in being tempted,
it is in yielding to the temptation.
It is not true that
there are no enjoyments
in the ways of sin.
There are.
Many, various.
But the great defect of them
all is that they are transitory
and unsubstantial.
At war with reason and conscience.
And always they leave behind a sting.
- Good night, Con.
See you tomorrow.
Don't work too late.
- Bye, darling.
(papers rustling)
- Whoa, hold it.
- What?
- You look great in that light.
- Michael, let's go someplace.
- Well.
- I mean, let's just get
in the car and drive.
Just drive up the coast.
Have dinner at that
hotel we used to go to.
- Oh, I'd love that.
- We could spend the night.
We could be together.
Let's just do it.
- Honey, we're committed.
- Oh, come on, Michael.
We haven't done anything so crazy
and irresponsible in a long time.
Come on.
I'll call Jane.
Call your client.
- Honey.
Honey, I can't.
This guy's paying me a fortune.
Business is business, remember?
What time is it?
- 6:30.
- (sighs) I gotta change.
I'm late.
Come here.
- Michael, what time will you be home?
- I don't know.
About midnight.
Don't wait up.
- [Jane] Men.
- [Victoria] What did he say?
- He accused me of seeing someone else.
Like I was his wife.
Can you imagine?
He actually threatened me.
If I can't have you, no on can.
- He said that?
- Oh, and worse.
I told him, get out of
my house and my life.
It's over.
He actually thought that
looked like me, huh?
- Well, it does a little.
- Well, he should've kept it
'cause he'll never see me like that again.
Well, enough of that nonsense.
Let's just forget about
my little unpleasantness
and get to work.
- [Victoria] Maybe we better not.
- What?
- I could just show up.
I could say that I have
to cancel our engagement.
- Why, because of me?
Don't spoil things.
Now, let me see.
What have I got that'll
look dynamite on you?
Hmm, where's he taking you?
- Out to dinner at a restaurant.
Then, he wants me to see
his studio in Venice.
- Hmm.
Ah, here.
And try those shoes.
- Red?
- This dress is illegal in 34 states.
I have more keys than a janitor.
Ah, here.
Car key.
House key.
Oh, you won't need the house key.
Just use the garage door opener.
Come in the house from the garage.
I'll leave the door unlocked.
Have a ball, hon.
(soft piano music)
- You could break a man's
heart in that dress.
- These photographs are wonderful.
- I'm glad you like them.
(glasses clink)
(glass shatters)
- No.
No.
No!
- [Evan] What's going on?
- I never should've come here.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Let go of me!
Let go!
- The hell I will.
(tense music)
(crying)
- I'm sorry.
This was a mistake.
- Mistake?
- Don't make me feel any worse than I do.
- A mistake?
- My seeing you.
My being here.
It was a mistake.
My mistake.
- You're here because I invited
you here and you accepted.
- But now I have to go.
Evan, I want to go.
Let me go.
I want to go.
- You know what?
You women are all alike.
You don't get it, do you?
It's not what you want.
It's what I want!
- Please.
This was all my fault.
Can't we just say goodbye?
- When I'm good and ready.
- You have to let me go, Evan.
- Have to?
- Please?
- That's better.
Please is much better.
Now we both know what you are.
(grunts)
- When you got in the car it's 11:15.
- I looked at the dashboard clock.
I wanted to get home before Michael.
- Okay.
You drove Jane's car into her garage.
You went in the house.
Did you change your clothes?
- [Victoria] Yes.
- Did you go into her bedroom?
- [Victoria] Yes.
- But you didn't speak to her?
- She was asleep.
- Well, asleep or dead.
- I don't know.
I didn't want to wake her.
I wanted to go home.
- Autopsy puts the time of
death between 11 and midnight.
You were in Jane Woodman's
house during that time.
- But only for a few minutes.
- Time enough to kill somebody.
But if we can prove that
you're telling the truth
about your friend helping
you to cheat on your husband,
so to speak, that will go a
long ways towards clearing you.
I'm gonna find this guy,
but it's not gonna be easy.
I mean, he lied to you about his name,
he lied about the photography studio.
He was setting you up from
the moment he met you.
- Yes, but why?
- To score.
What more reason does this guy need?
Makes him feel like a man.
He'll keep doing it.
- Praying on foolish women.
- Well, I don't know about that.
Actually, this guy is pretty smooth.
You know, once I find him,
it all has to come out.
That wouldn't be the
best way for your husband
to find out what really happened.
- Well, I've been afraid.
- Yeah.
Well, of course, I'm not married anymore
so you can't go by me, but
it sounds like he loves you.
You'll hurt him.
He'll be angrier than you've ever seen,
but maybe later who knows?
- Yeah, who knows?
- Okay, we start with you going home.
Wait for me to call you.
- Thanks.
I mean, thank you for
putting off your vacation.
- It's okay.
Gives me time to lose a few more pounds
before I slip into the old bikini.
(exhales deeply)
- Vicky?
Vicky?
Are you all right?
- No.
- Look, we gotta take care of you.
Now, this kind of stress,
we gotta stay on top of it.
- Michael.
I lied to you.
I didn't have dinner
with Jane Sunday night.
I wasn't with Jane.
I was with a man.
You don't know him.
He's someone I met at the gallery.
- You were with a man?
- I was with him.
Please, don't make me spell it out.
It's not an experience that I enjoyed
or that I was proud of.
(subdued music)
- Then why?
- I don't know.
I guess because I thought...
I don't know what I thought.
I just know that I was wrong.
I was very, very wrong
and I am so truly sorry.
(crying)
I had to tell you.
- You had to?
Oh, I get it.
I get it.
Because you were in bed with another man
when Jane was murdered and
he's proof of your innocence!
- Michael?
Michael, please don't leave.
- Victoria, tonight you sleep alone.
Unless you've got other plans.
- The police can't find him.
- [Michael] Who?
- Evan Ganns.
His name is Evan Ganns.
The police think I made him up.
Larry sent me to a private
investigator, a woman.
She's going to look for him.
- Well, I hope you find him.
- Are you going to a hotel?
- I don't know.
- Will you call me tomorrow?
- Would you please just don't
ask anything of me right now!
Can I just ask you one thing?
Where did I go wrong?
- You didn't do anything.
It was my fault.
I love you, Michael.
- Oh, yeah?
(crying)
- Yes, that's him.
- Oh, Timothy.
You're a real artist.
He's a pretty one, isn't he?
- [Man] You were right.
The pieces are excellent.
- I told you.
I'd like to be paid now
if that's all right.
- It's going to take me a few more days
to put the deals together.
- A few more days?
That wasn't our agreement.
- Well, it's a lot of money.
I never had this many
pre-Columbians before.
(laughs) You said cash, right?
- I knew you couldn't handle it.
- You want the pieces back?
- All I want is my money.
I don't have time to find another fence.
- All right, then.
Just give me a few more days.
- I'll give you 48 hours, then
I'll come looking for you.
- Boy, you've got a nasty streak in you.
- 48 hours or you're gonna
see just how nasty I can be.
- Now what?
- You've done your part.
Now, I do mine.
Mr. Evan Ganns, probably
not his real name,
likes to hunt for women
in upscale pickup bars
near the water.
- [Victoria] The bar where
he saw Michael and me?
- Maybe.
Maybe two dozen others.
- Can you go into bars
without having a problem?
- Nope.
But in my line of work,
I can't let that stop me.
Hey, don't worry.
The hard part for me is laying off sweets.
How do I look?
- Terrific.
- Okay.
I'll call you if I get lucky.
- Don't you want me to go with you?
- No.
If he sees you, he might just run.
And in these heels, I'll never catch him.
(subdued music)
(crying)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Michael On Phone] I'm up
in Santa Barbara at a hotel.
I just wanted you to know the number here.
Got a pencil?
- Yes.
- [Michael On Phone] It's 805-555-2426.
Got it?
- Yes.
- [Michael On Phone] If
there's an emergency, call.
- What if I just want to talk?
- [Michael On Phone] Don't.
I just wanted you to know
where you could reach me
in case anything happens.
I gotta go.
(phone clicks)
- Hey, man.
Good to see you.
- Hi.
- Hey, that was some party, huh?
Hey, don't go, man.
I owe you one.
This blonde.
- Thanks, pal, but I find my own.
- No, you don't get it.
She's looking for you.
Over there by the bar.
She's been flashing a picture of you.
I didn't tell her we're friends.
We are friends, huh?
- Yeah.
- So keep me in mind if you, you know,
come across anything interesting.
(people chattering)
- Club soda.
- I understand you're looking for me.
Can I buy you a drink?
- No, thanks.
- You're a police officer.
- No.
- No?
- I'm a private investigator.
(lighter opens)
- But you were a cop.
Why'd you quit?
- Mr. Ganns, if that's your name,
you're a material witness
in a police investigation.
- Is that so?
- You know a woman named Victoria Robeson?
You and she.
- You got any ID?
- Yeah.
- Scotch rocks.
You don't drink on the job.
Very admirable.
- Victoria says you two were
together on Sunday night
between eight and a quarter past 11.
- I watched the news.
I know what she's been accused of.
- Was she with you?
- Maybe.
But maybe it would be awkward
for me to get involved.
- I understand.
But if you don't, a
subpoena will be issued,
and if you don't show up.
- You'd have to come find me again.
- I found you once.
I can do it again.
- I'll bet you could.
Come on, let me buy you a real drink.
- No, thanks.
So what do you say?
Gonna help her out?
- Maybe we can work something out.
- Like what?
- Let's go someplace where we can talk.
I came in a cab.
You got a car?
- [Man] That's it!
Easy!
Right there!
- [Woman] No, they're waiting
till the autopsy's completed.
- I can't believe it.
- Point 20 blood alcohol content.
She was drunk.
- She seemed so on top of it.
She said she was a recovering alcoholic
like she had real pride in herself.
- I'll get someone else right away.
I gotta call around see who's available.
- This is a nightmare.
Mark Longwell killed Jane, I'm sure of it.
There is no one else.
- Actually, his alibi is 100% solid.
In fact, it's a little stronger than that.
- What do you mean?
- He's gonna testify against you.
Now, we'll find out what that
means tomorrow in discovery
when the DA shows us what he's got.
Look, Vicky.
Sorry, this is torture, I know.
But you're not guilty.
Now, that's what matters most.
- Does it?
(tense music)
(gasps)
- Hello.
Larry called me, told me what happened.
We talked.
I didn't want you to be alone tonight.
- Oh, Michael.
- I'm not gonna be a big
help to you, I'm afraid.
I mean, none of this...
I know you said that you
didn't mean to hurt me
and you were sorry and I believe you.
- It's true.
- I just...
I keep seeing you with this guy.
What I wanted to say was you
just gotta give me some time.
And don't ask me how long
or what it's gonna take
to make this thing right
'cause I don't know.
I've only had about four
hours sleep since I left.
So I'll see you in the morning.
Okay?
(sighs)
- Hey, sorry I'm late.
Osborne dropped the other shoe.
Motive.
Michael, Vicky, I have
to ask you two something.
Are you holding back
any information from me?
- What in the hell are you talking about?
- Longwell's wife suspected
he was having an affair
with Jane Woodman, so she
hired a private investigator.
- Michael, what is this?
- Longwell's statement.
He says he confronted
Jane with these photos
in the investigator's report.
He says Jane admitted she
was seeing you, Michael.
And that, Victoria, is
what a jury will consider
an excellent reason for you to murder her.
- Just wait a minute.
I can explain this.
This is not what it appears to be.
- I sure hope not.
- Look, Vicky and I...
Well, we have been going
through our ups and downs
these last couple of months, you know?
And I thought that I was
losing touch with Vicky.
Jane dropped by one night to
return something she borrowed.
Fish knives.
You weren't home.
I offered her a glass of wine.
We got to talking.
And yes, I did see her again after that.
We went out to dinner one
time and lunch another.
We strolled around afterwards,
went into a bookstore.
We were just talking.
That's it.
And this.
I was upset.
She put her arms around me.
There was nothing between
Jane and I but friendship.
That's the truth.
- It's gonna be your word
against Mark Longwell,
his wife, the private
investigator, these photos.
Look, the DA will say you killed Jane
because you found out she
was seeing your husband.
He's taking his evidence
to the grand jury tomorrow.
They asked for a first
degree murder indictment.
He'll get it.
- And then what?
- You'll be re-arrested.
New charges filed.
Higher bail, assuming we get it.
I think we're okay there.
- Well, it's obvious.
We have to find the man
that Vicky was with.
- I'm the only one who
knows what he looks like.
- No, no, no, wait.
We can circulate these.
- Yeah.
I gotta get to court.
I'll give you a call lat...
I mean, I'll see you at the house.
Thanks, Lar.
- Yeah.
One more thing.
Your meeting with Randy.
Here's a copy of the tape.
Listen to it.
If you can think of anything
you left out, call me.
- The record of my inequity.
- No, you listen to me, Novack.
I want my money.
Yeah, well you better pray that he does.
What time?
No, I'm not waiting that long.
Okay.
- [Randy On Tape] You had an affair.
Why?
Unhappy in your marriage?
- [Victoria On Tape] I love my husband
and I know he loves me.
- [Randy On Tape] Right.
No problems between you?
None at all?
- [Victoria On Tape] Of
course, we've had problems.
Everyone has problems.
(tape fast forwarding)
- [Randy On Tape] But you
saw him the very next day.
- [Victoria On Tape] We were
together every day that week.
He was charming, witty, even wise.
And he made me feel like the most
important person in the world.
I think from the first moment I saw him
I wanted him to kiss me.
And when he did, I wanted more.
(door opens)
- Hi.
- Hi.
- What are you listening to?
- My first meeting with Randy Emerson.
She asked a lot of questions.
Recorded the whole thing.
Larry asked me to listen to it
in case I had forgotten something.
- Did you?
- I don't know.
Maybe.
Would you listen to it?
- Sure.
(tape fast forwarding)
- [Victoria On Tape] On the
boardwalk he has his camera.
He took several pictures of me.
I was embarrassed at first, but then.
- So?
- What happened to that roll of film?
- (scoffs) Maybe there wasn't
any film in the camera.
Maybe you weren't born
to play a detective.
What do you want, an 8x10 of your lover?
- Damn it, Michael.
And maybe the film is still in the camera.
And maybe the camera
is still in his studio
where we had sex.
- Vicky.
Vic.
I apologize.
- No, you haven't done anything wrong.
I'm the one who created this mess.
I'm the one who cheated.
- Please, stop.
- What?
- Vicky, you are not the first person
who ever gave in like this to temptation.
- But I have ruined everything for us.
Our marriage, our future.
- I can't let you go on like this.
- Like what?
- I can't let you go on believing
that you're the only one.
- What are you saying?
At that convention last
year in Kansas City
there was a woman.
She was an attorney.
She was married.
I never saw her again.
- Oh, wow.
- I'm sorry.
It just happened.
- And I was feeling miserable
because I hurt you so badly.
And you let me believe that.
- It just hurt so damn much at
first that it didn't matter.
But then it did and I
couldn't go on behaving
like you were the only one.
- How come all of a sudden I feel better?
- 'Cause I'm letting you off the hook.
- You're letting me off the hook?
And what about the grand jury?
Your confession, which I'm not
sure I entirely appreciate,
isn't gonna change anything.
But us.
Oh, Michael.
We never had to talk about
trust before, we just did it.
- Look, we better...
I mean, this is gonna take a lot of time.
You think we can just
give it a little rest?
Because we better go see
a man about a camera.
- You're Mrs. Robeson.
- This is my husband.
- Mr. Fox, I know that you've
already talked to the police,
but do you mind if we take
a few minutes of your time?
- (sighs) Yeah, all right.
Come in.
But I've already told them
I don't know anything about all this.
May I offer you some refreshments?
- No, thank you.
We haven't much time.
- Mr. Fox, my wife says
she was here with a man
who used your studio as
though it were his own.
- Yeah, so I've gathered.
I'm terribly sorry, but I
don't know any such person.
- What about your cameras?
- Mr. Fox, this man Evan Ganns,
or whatever his real name
might be, he had a camera.
He took pictures with it.
- I see.
Well, I use all my cameras
except for one or two
very old ones and I had
most of them with me
when I was away.
But.
No.
None missing.
They're all here.
- Don't touch that.
- Why?
- Fingerprints.
- Oh, come on.
- Just tell me.
Is there something about
that particular camera?
- No, no.
It's just that, um...
Well, I always like to put
a camera away on its back.
I don't like to rest
it on the lens barrel.
- Do you have a pair of rubber gloves?
- Yeah, of course.
Out of focus, badly framed.
This guy didn't know what
he was doing with a camera.
- That's proof.
Isn't it?
- Well, it proves somebody
took a picture of you
with that camera.
We'll have to have it
tested for fingerprints
and the film canister.
- Mr. Fox, it's obvious
someone did use your studio.
Who could've let him in?
- Look, there's only one
person and she said she didn't.
- [Michael] Ms. Reinhart?
- Yeah.
- My name is Michael Robeson.
- I know who you are.
Why don't you go away?
- [Victoria] We just want to talk to you.
- I said go away.
I don't want to talk to you.
Don't make me call the police.
- No, go ahead, go ahead.
Call 'em.
Ask for Lieutenant Girvetz.
Tell him you want to explain why you lied
about letting Evan Ganns
use your boyfriend's studio
and this.
- [Reinhart] Does Alistair know?
- I'm afraid so.
- Great.
- I'm sorry to do this to you,
but I have been accused of
murdering my best friend.
I really must find this man.
- Look, I don't know where he is
and I'm not even sure who he is.
- [Victoria] Anything you can
tell us about him, please.
- Well, his name isn't Evan Ganns.
It's probably not Eric Gains either.
I met him at he marina.
He ships out, comes in.
- Some kind of sailor?
- No, he's a merchant marine.
I saw him a few times
when Alistair was away.
- You let him use Alistair's studio.
Why?
- No, I didn't.
But I think he stole
Alistair's key from my purse.
- Oh, you think so.
- Well, I caught him putting it back.
He said he found it behind
some seat cushion or something.
I didn't believe him, but
I wasn't gonna press it.
He's got a temper.
- You dated him anyway?
- He was...
Look, I'm not gonna talk about this.
Alistair's gonna kill me.
- How did he know about Alistair's studio?
- I loaned him one of Alistair's cameras.
He had to take some pictures of some
South American carvings or something.
I think he was trying to sell them.
I know he didn't trust the guy
he was doing business with.
- What was the guy's name?
- I think his name was Novack.
- Wilford Novack?
- [Reinhart] I don't know.
Just Novack.
- Michael?
- You know, you are gonna have to talk
to the police about this.
- It's not the police I'm afraid of.
It's Alistair.
- [Michael] So, who is
this Wilford Novack?
- He's a dealer here in LA.
I've heard of him.
Objet d'art, pre-Columbian stuff.
Very pricey.
- Okay, I think it's time
to call in some IOUs.
(people chattering)
- There's one.
There's another.
Plus five points off the camera.
You say this guy is in
the merchant marine?
- Well, maybe.
Listen, if you get a make
on these, you call me, okay?
Anytime.
It's very important, Willy.
- I understand.
Nice to meet you, Mrs. Robeson.
- Thank you for all your help.
- Come on.
We're gonna go see an old friend of yours.
- [Victoria] And Ms.
Reinhart will tell you
all this herself.
- So if the fingerprints give
us a name to go with the face,
then you'll know my wife has
been telling you the truth.
- And who killed the Woodman woman?
- Mark Longwell.
His wife is lying to give him an alibi.
I just know it.
- Why would she lie?
Nearly as we can tell she
doesn't even love him.
- After all his philandering?
I know Alicia.
She's finally got Mark
right where she wants him.
If he doesn't follow her around
for the rest of his life,
she could put him in prison,
if not the gas chamber.
- Suspicion of selling stolen property.
Charges dropped, insufficient evidence.
- That's it?
- [William] Mm-hmm.
- Come on, isn't that enough?
The woman said Ganns was
trying to sell some art.
It was probably stolen.
It all fits.
- Fits what?
Mrs. Robeson, you were
questioned last year
with regard to an art forgery.
- I am not the first gallery
owner to be victimized.
- Robbery says they investigated
and you were cleared
just like Wilford Novack.
So what's it prove?
- Well, it doesn't matter what I say
or what anyone else says,
you just won't believe me.
- Mrs. Robeson, You have the
motive, means, opportunity.
Your prints are on the murder weapon.
No offense, Counselor.
If the camera turns up any
interesting prints I'll call you.
- Well, we are gonna find Evan Ganns.
And when we do, Lieutenant
Girvets, we'll call you.
(dramatic music)
(metal clattering)
- Uh, uh, uh.
(tense music)
Taking the goodies before I get my money?
Strictly against the rules.
I'm afraid you're gonna have
to suffer a serious penalty.
- Please, Evan.
I don't have the money yet.
This isn't what it looks like.
(grunts)
(suspenseful music)
- [Victoria] Okay, it's
gonna be on this side.
- [Michael] Hope he works late.
- [Victoria] There it is.
(car door shuts)
- [Michael] No one here.
- Let's go around back and
see if we can get inside.
- Hey, take it easy.
It's not gonna do us
any good to get arrested
for breaking and entering.
Come on.
Let's go find out where Novack lives.
- What if we find Novack
and he denies knowing Ganns,
or Gains, or whatever his name is?
- I'll sweat it out of him.
I am gonna find this bastard Ganns.
I'm gonna tear his head off.
- I'd like to strangle your
Kansas City bombshell too,
but that wouldn't help.
Let's go home.
I'd like to forget I ever met Evan Ganns.
- I wish we could, but he
is the key to your defense.
The key to your defense.
- But I think he stole
Alistair's key from my purse.
- The key.
Michael, we've got to go to Jane's house.
- What?
- Jane's house.
I've gotta get inside.
Hurry, Michael.
The police said there was no forced entry.
- Yeah, until now.
When Girvetz finds out we broke in here
he's gonna throw us both in jail.
- The house key's gone.
Evan Ganns stole the key
from Judy Reinhart's purse
and he stole Jane's
house key from my purse
thinking it was my key.
Of course.
He must've followed me.
- Wait, wait.
Followed you?
Why?
- I wouldn't stay with him.
He was furious with me.
He must've thought he
was following me home.
He thought this was my house.
- [Michael] The police
said that all Jane's keys
were accounted for.
They didn't think any keys were missing.
- What if he left it behind
after he Used it to get in?
There.
He came in here, he saw the basket,
he dropped the key in
along with all the others.
I laid the red dress over that chair.
It's the first thing he
saw as he came in the door.
He thought I slept here.
He came upstairs in the dark.
He saw the red dress.
Her hair spread out on the pillow.
He thought it was mine.
He never saw her face.
He came to kill me, but he
killed Jane instead by mistake.
Don't you see?
He thought it was me.
If I hadn't been such a fool,
Jane would still be alive.
Yes, that's Evan Ganns.
- Okay, Lieutenant.
Check this.
Print number one I lifted off the camera.
Print number two from
the victim's house key.
Same guy.
Evan Allen Hunsinger.
- Well, he's a sailor all right.
Second mate's license revoked.
Served eight years for manslaughter.
Beat a fellow seaman to death.
- Oh, my God.
- Well, well.
What do you know?
- You have my apologies, Mrs. Robeson.
We try hard.
Sometimes we make mistakes.
We're only human.
I hope you won't hold this
against the department.
- Honey.
Honey, it's over.
(soft piano music)
- [Girvetz] We'll get a
warrant out on this character.
Get your bail bond
released in the morning.
- [Woman On Radio] One Mary six.
One Mary six.
Report to George Weber on Jack four.
(radio chatter)
- [Policeman] Hey.
- Yeah.
- What's this?
- I need a drink.
- [Victoria] I need a hot bath.
- Vicky, I'm sorry that I
wasn't always there for you
and I should've been.
- Well, you were there for
me when it counted most.
(tense music)
- [Evan On Tape] Good evening, kids.
Cozy cottage you've got here.
Hope you don't mind if
I use your tape deck.
This little pre-recorded message
is just my way of saying welcome home.
I want to commend you both
on your excellent taste.
Particularly your lingerie, Victoria.
(gasps)
- I'm scared, Michael.
No, don't go out there.
- I'm gonna kill him.
Damn.
He's got the gun.
Come on.
You lock the door.
I'm gonna go down and use the
car phone to call the police.
Just stay here.
I'll be right back.
- [Victoria] Michael.
- Don't worry, don't worry.
I'll be back.
- [Man] Unit three.
- Right here next to the phone.
- Nothing has been disturbed.
- Thank you very much.
- [Girvetz] Get the
Coast Guard on the phone.
(tense music)
- She was great in bed.
Women like that, it's hard
to keep 'em satisfied.
Or maybe just you can't
keep her satisfied.
(grunting)
(punches thudding)
- [Woman On Radio] We
have that ship to shore
for you, Lieutenant.
Go ahead, please.
- [Girvetz] Hello?
- [Man On Radio] Oh, yes.
This is Captain Lamar
Helstrum Coast Guard.
Is this Lieutenant Girvetz?
- Yes, affirmative.
Have you located the ship yet?
- [Lamar On Radio] Yes, sir.
We have.
Sailed yesterday without Hunsinger aboard.
Sorry, Lieutenant.
- Not aboard?
- [Lamar On Radio] No, sir.
Seaman Evan Hunsinger failed
to make it back to the ship
before it left the harbor.
Anything else we can do for you?
- No, thank you, Captain.
- [Lamar On Radio] Roger and out.
- Where to, Lieutenant?
- I don't know.
I think I'll call the Robesons.
Let 'em know.
They may want to take some precautions
till we find this guy.
I don't want to make any more mistakes.
Hello, dispatch?
This is Lieutenant Girvetz.
Could you please patch me
through to this number?
555-4189.
- [Woman On Radio] Sorry, Lieutenant.
555-4189 is reported out of order.
- Thanks.
Turn around.
(tires squealing)
Dispatch, send me a backup
to the Robeson house.
(siren wailing)
(car engine starting)
- [Victoria] Michael!
(gasps)
- Michael's dead.
Now, it's time to finish what we started.
- [Victoria] You bastard!
(glass shatters)
(laughing)
- Uh, uh, uh.
(grunting)
(siren wailing)
Victoria?
Victoria.
Take off your clothes.
Do it!
(screaming)
(grunting)
(Evan yells)
(Evan yelling)
(glass shattering)
- Michael!
Oh, God.
Michael!
Michael!
(Victoria coughing)
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
God.
Michael.
Yes, Michael.
Michael.
Yes, Michael.
Can you hear me?
- Vicky, are you all right?
- Oh, yes.
I'm all right, yes.
Oh, yes.
Darling, it's all over.
It's all over, darling.
(siren wailing)
The police are coming.
The police are coming.
Oh, are you all right?
Are you all right?
- Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Come on, I'll take you
upstairs and prove it.
(both laugh)
- Oh, Michael.
Oh, Michael.
Oh, Michael.
(subdued music)
(slow piano music)
(MultiCom Jingle)
(tense music)
(gasps)
- Oh, Michael.
- Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.
Well, the water is great.
How's Jane?
- She and Mark Longwell had
a big fight this afternoon.
She spent the whole night
telling me about it.
Evidently, it got pretty ugly.
He threatened her.
- What do you mean he threatened her?
Is she all right?
- Oh, she's fine.
- [Michael] I'm gonna go
turn off the pool here.
I'll be right in.
- Okay.
(tense music)
(water rushing)
- You know, I've been
telling Jane for years.
What did she expect always
going out with married men?
(dramatic music)
(grunts)
Well, dinner with
Kowalski was fascinating.
He's still lying to me.
I hope he stops.
I told him to his face.
I said, you keep this up, pal,
you're gonna end up in a federal prison.
This doesn't interest you.
- Of course it does.
What did he say?
- He said I was a brilliant attorney.
(soft piano music)
- [Woman] Michael.
- [Michael] Hmm?
- I have to get up first
thing in the morning.
- So do I.
- I'm just tired.
(sighs)
I'm sorry.
I do love you.
- I love you, too.
(people chattering)
- [Police Officer] Sorry, folks.
I can't tell you anything.
You're just gonna have to stay back.
(coughs)
There's nothing to see here, folks.
There's nothing else here, please.
- Come on, Mike.
What are you waiting for?
Rope this place off.
(door opens)
- Lieutenant.
- What have you got?
- [Detective] Maid found the
body about 20 minutes ago.
Checked the house, no forced entry.
- Where's the body?
- Upstairs.
Victim's Jane Marie Woodman, 34.
- Writer?
- Yeah.
You know her?
- My wife reads her books.
- [Police Officer] Sarge, I'm
gonna check down by the water.
- [Sergeant] All right.
- Michael?
There are two police
officers looking in our yard.
(doorbell rings)
- [Michael] Yeah?
- Morning.
I'm Detective Sergeant William Harper.
Sorry to bother you.
- What's the matter?
- [William] Folks happen to
know one of your neighbors
name of Woodman?
Jane Woodman?
- Dear, God.
What's wrong?
- Sorry to tell you that
she's been murdered.
- What?
- I'd say she's been
dead eight or nine hours.
She was killed sometime
between 11 and midnight.
Weapon was a heavy object of some kind,
but not blunt like a piece
of pipe or a tire iron.
It's different.
Wounds have an odd character.
I'll know more after the autopsy.
- Well, we searched the
house, the yard, nothing.
Sure would help to know what kind
of weapon we were looking for.
- It's covered with blood.
- Lieutenant, I got something.
Woman next door says she
and the victim were friends.
Says they had dinner together last night.
- Who is she?
- Name's Robeson.
Victoria Robeson.
Her husband used to
work in the DA's office.
- Michael Robeson?
(people chattering)
Hi, Robeson.
- Girvetz, right?
- It's been a while.
- Yeah.
This is my wife Victoria.
This is Lieutenant Girvetz, honey.
- Mrs. Robeson, I hate
to put you through this,
but I have to ask you some questions.
Okay?
- Yes.
- May I help you?
- I'm her doctor.
Jane Woodman is a patient of mine.
A close friend.
- Wait here a minute.
I think the lieutenant's
gonna want to talk to you.
- And what did you do
when you got back here,
you and Ms. Woodman?
- We talked very briefly.
We were both tired.
She went up to bed, I came home.
- What time was that?
- I don't know exactly.
- Well, I got home before
she did about 11:20.
I went for a swim.
About 15 to 20 minutes
later is when you came in.
- [Girvetz] 11:35.
- Actually, 11:40 at the latest
'cause I looked at the clock
when I came in the house from the pool.
It said a quarter to 12.
- You're sure?
- [Michael] Yeah.
- Um, Mrs. Robeson?
Does Woodman have any enemies?
Anybody who might have wanted to hurt her?
- Yes.
- Mrs. Robeson, I'm gonna have to ask you
to come down to headquarters.
We'll need a formal statement.
- So tell me, Doctor.
In this argument with the
deceased, you threatened her?
- Look, I admit I was
having an affair with Jane.
I admit we had a quarrel
yesterday afternoon.
I found out she was seeing someone else.
She didn't even try to deny it.
I got pretty nasty.
But I most certainly didn't kill her.
She was alive and then
some when I left her house.
- And what time was that?
- About five o'clock.
I went to the hospital.
You can check that.
Saw patients till about eight.
I drove home to Malibu.
Had dinner with my wife.
We watched TV, went to bed about 11.
My wife will verify that.
- Dr. Longwell, did your wife know
about your affair with Ms. Woodman?
- Yes.
- You told her?
- No.
She hired a private investigator.
That's how this whole thing blew up.
- Anything?
- No, but he's telling the truth.
- Yeah.
- [Girvetz] They pick
up Longwell's wife yet?
- She flew to New York this morning.
- [Girvetz] Bring her back.
- [William] Yes, sir.
- Mrs. Robeson, the worst part of this job
is that you know going in
people are gonna lie to you.
- I didn't have dinner
with Jane last night.
- 'Course they don't all
admit it as readily as you.
- Lieutenant Girvetz, I have never done
anything like this before.
- Okay.
You want to tell me where
you were last night?
(subdued music)
- With another man.
A photographer.
We went out to dinner,
then back to his studio.
I left at quarter after 11.
- [William] Huh?
- What is going on here?
I mean, she has been in
there for over an hour.
- Lieutenant's a stickler for detail.
Shouldn't be much longer.
- [Girvetz] That's spelled G-A-N-N-S?
- Yes, his first name is Evan.
- On Hampton Street?
- [Victoria] Yes, it's an old warehouse.
- Okay, Mrs. Robeson.
That'll be all for now.
I'll most likely have some
more questions for you,
so please don't leave town
unless I know about it.
- [Victoria] Does my husband have to know?
- Well, that depends.
- On what?
- On whether you're telling
me the truth or not.
- I've just put my marriage in jeopardy.
Why would I lie?
- Because adultery isn't
a crime, Mrs. Robeson.
Murder is.
I'm Detective Lieutenant Alvin Girvetz.
This is Detective Sergeant William Harper.
Are you Evan Ganns?
- Who?
Now, look.
I've been in Paris for
the last month working.
I just got back this morning.
This place has been locked up.
I locked it myself when I left.
- I've been told he's a
professional photographer
like you, Mr. Fox.
Early 30s, athletic build,
blonde hair, green eyes.
Ganns.
Evan Ganns.
Are you sure you don't know him?
- Never heard of him.
- Could somebody have been
staying here while you were gone?
- No, absolutely not.
I mean, I've got a fortune in
cameras and equipment here.
- Alistair?
- Ah, here she is.
Judy, these gentlemen are detectives.
This is my friend Ms. Judy Reinhart.
Darling, there seems to be
a bit of confusion here.
Um, you didn't let anybody stay here
while I was gone, did you?
- Of course not, no.
Why, what's going on?
- Ms. Reinhart, do you know
a man named Evan Ganns?
- No.
Should I?
- Yes, it's ours.
A Wyatt.
Very expensive.
- When'd you last see it?
- Sunday afternoon.
I was here working getting
ready for our new show.
Vicky, my partner, came in and took it.
- Thanks.
- I was downtown this morning.
Client burned down his whole factory.
Insurance.
Look, look.
I ran into Mark Longwell coming
out of police headquarters.
- They released him?
- I guess they didn't have
enough evidence to hold him.
- Boy, I don't get it.
If Longwell isn't guilty.
- Mrs. Robeson.
Mrs. Robeson, sorry to
intrude at a time like this,
but Lieutenant's orders.
He wants to see you.
- Now?
- [William] Yes, ma'am, now.
- I have asked Michael to wait outside.
It's better that I handle this.
- [Victoria] Handle what?
What's going on?
- [Man] Larry.
- Ted.
- Mrs. Robeson.
My name is Oswald.
Chief Deputy Criminal Prosecutions.
Is Michael here?
- [Larry] No, I'm representing her.
- Okay.
Lieutenant, please.
- Victoria Robeson, I'm placing
you under arrest for murder.
- What?
- [Larry] Have you lost your mind?
- [Girvetz] You have the
right to remain silent.
Anything you say.
- I don't understand.
What are they saying?
- Don't say anything, don't say anything.
- What, are they saying
that I killed Jane?
- [Girvetz] May also be used
against you in a court of law.
You have the right to talk to a lawyer
and have him present with you
when you are being questioned.
- Mr. Oswald, you filed second degree.
Why do you object to bail?
- Your Honor, there is certain
evidence being developed
that I am reluctant to
divulge at this time.
- You're anticipating additional charges?
- Well, if it would please the court,
I would prefer not to get
into that at this time.
However, I do feel
strongly that the accused
should be held without
bail pending further.
- Your Honor, the defendant
is married to an attorney
who's a former assistant
district attorney.
She's a successful business woman
highly regarded in the community.
- [Judge] All right, Counselor.
I'm going to grant bail
in the amount of $200,000.
- [Larry] Thank you, Your Honor.
(gavel bangs)
- [Man] Next case, number 862115.
- [Larry] Come on, Ted.
You don't have squat.
You're bluffing.
- The lady lied about her
whereabouts and who she was with.
There's no such person as Evan Ganns.
Besides, physical evidence
is more than compelling.
- [Larry] More than compelling.
Don't give me that crap.
- Her fingerprints are all
over the murder weapon.
It came from her art gallery.
Besides, there's more.
We've established the motive.
- What motive?
- No, no, no, no, no.
Patience, my boy.
You'll find out in discovery.
We've even got photos.
I'll see you later, Lar.
- Photos?
Of what?
What motive could I have
to kill my dearest friend?
I couldn't have been closer
to her if she were my sister.
- Think, Victoria.
Anything that could be misconstrued.
Did you and Jane ever have a falling out?
- We argued about things.
But a falling out, never.
Mark Longwell killed Jane.
She had no other enemies
or I would've known.
She wasn't killed for her
money because everyone knows
she left everything to charity.
Mark Longwell said he was gonna kill her.
She told me.
He was furious because
she broke off the affair.
Why did they let him go?
- His wife verified his alibi.
- She's lying.
Larry, he has to be the one.
- Why are you so sure?
- Because I know I'm innocent.
- Then we have got to find
this man you were with.
Look, it's not gonna be easy.
The police conducted a thorough search.
There's no police record,
no military service,
no credit cards, driver's license.
Honey, as far as they're concerned,
he doesn't exist.
- I didn't make him up.
- I believe you.
- Thank you for that.
I mean it.
Everyone's been grilling me.
Even Michael.
- He thinks you had something
to do with Jane's death?
- No, of course not.
But he suspects that I'm not
telling him the whole truth.
After 13 years of marriage,
I expect he can read my face well enough.
I never was a very good liar.
- Are you gonna tell him?
- I'm working on it.
- Look, I want you to go see this person.
Private investigator.
- Lucky for you Larry's your attorney.
I was packing for a week of sun and sex
in the Bahamas when he called,
so let's get this over as
quick as possible, okay?
Let me start by saying I'm
a retired police officer
on account of a drinking problem.
I was a good cop and I'm a good PI.
I quit the booze 191
days ago and as they say,
I'm a recovering alcoholic.
Now, it's your turn.
Did you kill your friend?
- No.
- Okay.
I'm gonna ask you a lot of questions
and you're gonna tell me everything.
If I find out you lied
to me about anything,
anything at all, I am on
my way to the Bahamas.
Understand?
- Yes.
- On the face of it you
look guilty as hell.
- I'm not.
- Convince me.
You had an affair.
Why?
Unhappy in your marriage?
- I love my husband.
I know he loves me.
- Right.
There were no problems between you?
None at all?
- Well, of course we've had problems.
Everyone has problems.
And we have had this disagreement lately.
- When, Vicky.
Just tell me when.
- I do want children
just as much as you do.
It's just that.
- The gallery.
I know, I know.
And you've wanted that
ever since you decided
you weren't an artist yourself.
And I think that's great.
It's just that we don't know
one couple that's our age
who doesn't already have children.
I'm just afraid we're missing out
on something really important.
- Michael, I'm not talking about forever.
But I know a lot of working mothers
and you can't imagine how
tough that first year is.
Babies need their mothers so much.
- I just want to speed things up.
- I'm trying.
But I have to see things
through this recession
or six years of work goes up in smoke.
- Just as long as we don't go up in smoke.
- Well, it kept coming
between us and then one night.
- [Randy] You met Mr. Evan Ganns.
- No, not quite.
- The same kind of thing.
Like standing up going in a
roller coaster upside down.
Around and around.
It's like being in a washing machine.
- We were having drinks with an old
college friend of Michael's when.
(subdued music)
It was just one of those passing moments
that are quickly forgotten.
But two weeks ago.
I want to kill that hot spot.
- [Man] Okay, Victoria.
- Art, do you need a hand with that?
- [Art] Uh, no.
I'm done.
- [Man] Yeah, that looks good.
- [Art] Thanks.
(subdued music)
- Hello.
Can I do something for you?
- You don't remember me?
- Should I?
- No reason.
My name's Evan Ganns.
- Mr. Ganns.
- I saw you at the
marina not too long ago.
You were with someone.
I recognized you when I saw
the article about your gallery.
I'm a photographer.
I brought a few prints to show you,
but maybe I should come back
when you're not so busy.
- I have a few minutes.
- Oh.
This 92-year-old woman I shot in Peru.
Great face, isn't it?
- Oh, yes.
- Her claim to fame was that
she outlived three husbands.
(both laugh)
So what do you think?
- Good.
Really good.
I'd like to see more.
- I'm shooting along the
boardwalk in Venice tomorrow.
Why don't you come down for lunch?
- Thank you for the offer,
but I don't think that's possible.
- I'd be honored if you would.
Will you think about it?
- [Victoria] I was
surprised by the attraction
I felt for him.
It was intoxicating.
- Vicky, Dr. Longwell's here.
He'd like to see you.
- Reminds me of Jane.
She could've posed for
it, don't you think?
I want her to have it.
Would you give it to her for me?
- I'll do it today.
- No, Sunday.
It's an anniversary of sorts.
A year since we started seeing each other.
I'm hoping to slip away for
a few hours to see Jane.
But in case I get stuck.
- As in stuck with your wife?
- Now, don't go moral on me, Vic.
Besides, you've been my
unindicted co-conspirator
for nearly a year.
- Doesn't mean I'm entirely comfortable.
- Do it for Jane's sake?
Come on, be a pal.
- Sunday.
Sure.
At that moment I envied Jane terribly.
I must've been feeling sorry for myself.
Jane had romance, success,
and I was still struggling.
It felt like Michael and
I were always out of sync.
- Hi, sweetheart.
- [Victoria] Hi.
- How was the opening?
- Oh, great.
We sold almost everything.
- That's great.
- I want to celebrate.
How about I take you out to the
fanciest restaurant in town?
- Oh, how about a hamburger
and a piece of birthday cake?
- What?
Oh, no.
Oh, I forgot.
- Oh, you sound like you don't want to go.
- No, I want to the
fanciest restaurant in town.
- Oh, come on, come on.
It'll be great.
It will.
- [Woman] Go ahead, honey.
Make a wish.
(people cheering)
- Yay!
- Boy, Cindy.
Are you full of hot air.
How did you do that?
I'm gonna need some help
at my next birthday party.
(people laugh)
(camera clicking)
- Yes, yes.
You are terrific.
Wait till you see these pictures.
- Cameras make me nervous.
- I like that.
Wait.
You hungry?
- Starved.
- Let's go.
This is the best table in the house.
You have to have a lot
of influence to get it.
After you.
- I'm impressed.
- Ah.
It's been a perfect day.
You read Count Tolstoy, you
like opera, you like my work.
You even like hotdogs.
You're perfect.
- You don't know me very well.
I'm far from perfect.
- Wrong.
You are perfect.
You're the most perfectly
beautiful woman I've ever seen.
- Evan, my interest in you
is purely professional.
You're a very talented artist.
Don't read anything more into it, okay?
I'm a married woman.
I knew I was in trouble right then.
I told myself I wouldn't see him again.
- [Randy] But you saw
him the very next day.
- And every day that week.
(yelling)
(laughing)
- Come on, I'll race ya.
Come on, come on.
- Then I get a headstart.
- Go, come on, come on.
Go.
Go, go.
(laughing)
- I won.
What's the matter?
Don't quit now.
We said all the way to the jetty.
Come on!
- I'm in love with you!
- No, you're not.
- I am.
I can't help the way I feel.
I didn't want to fall in
love with you, but I have.
- Evan, don't.
Please.
- Victoria, we can't go on pretending
that we're just becoming friends.
- I knew I never should've done this.
- Done what?
You haven't done anything.
- I can't see you again.
Do you understand?
- No.
(tense music)
- [Victoria] I think from
the first moment I saw him
I wanted him to kiss me.
And when he did, I wanted more.
- I never met a woman
yet who had an affair
without sharing the suspense.
Who'd you tell?
- I told Jane.
- You?
- What do you mean me?
- Forgive me.
I know you have a robust
appetite for life.
It's just that you've walked
the straight and narrow
for so many years.
Unless you've been holding out on me.
- It's not funny.
I think about him constantly.
I mean, even when I'm with Michael,
suddenly Evan pops into my head.
- Do you think it would hurt so bad
if maybe you just got it over with?
- What, tell Michael?
- Are you out of your mind?
Cause all that fuss
without any of the fun.
Hon, there's not a marriage alive
that can go on forever
without a little break.
It's just the way nature made us.
Why be hypocritical about it?
What is it?
- I have never believed
in this sort of thing.
- Oh, please, Vicky.
These days the only sin would be
to deliberately hurt Michael.
And what Michael doesn't
know won't hurt him.
It'll do you good.
It'll do your marriage some good, too.
- What if Michael finds out?
- He won't find out.
I'm the expert.
We won't let him.
- [Victoria] Jane's plan was simple.
Michael got roped into having dinner with
a client Sunday night and all I had to do
was tell Michael I was
having dinner with Jane.
Just one little lie.
By Sunday morning I was already thinking
about calling it off.
- Honey, have you seen my gold cuff links?
- Cuff links?
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
You left them on the nightstand last week.
I put them in the bottom drawer.
- Thanks.
- Here, let me help you.
- And so, my friends.
No one is compelled to evil.
Only our consent gives it free reign.
The sin is not in being tempted,
it is in yielding to the temptation.
It is not true that
there are no enjoyments
in the ways of sin.
There are.
Many, various.
But the great defect of them
all is that they are transitory
and unsubstantial.
At war with reason and conscience.
And always they leave behind a sting.
- Good night, Con.
See you tomorrow.
Don't work too late.
- Bye, darling.
(papers rustling)
- Whoa, hold it.
- What?
- You look great in that light.
- Michael, let's go someplace.
- Well.
- I mean, let's just get
in the car and drive.
Just drive up the coast.
Have dinner at that
hotel we used to go to.
- Oh, I'd love that.
- We could spend the night.
We could be together.
Let's just do it.
- Honey, we're committed.
- Oh, come on, Michael.
We haven't done anything so crazy
and irresponsible in a long time.
Come on.
I'll call Jane.
Call your client.
- Honey.
Honey, I can't.
This guy's paying me a fortune.
Business is business, remember?
What time is it?
- 6:30.
- (sighs) I gotta change.
I'm late.
Come here.
- Michael, what time will you be home?
- I don't know.
About midnight.
Don't wait up.
- [Jane] Men.
- [Victoria] What did he say?
- He accused me of seeing someone else.
Like I was his wife.
Can you imagine?
He actually threatened me.
If I can't have you, no on can.
- He said that?
- Oh, and worse.
I told him, get out of
my house and my life.
It's over.
He actually thought that
looked like me, huh?
- Well, it does a little.
- Well, he should've kept it
'cause he'll never see me like that again.
Well, enough of that nonsense.
Let's just forget about
my little unpleasantness
and get to work.
- [Victoria] Maybe we better not.
- What?
- I could just show up.
I could say that I have
to cancel our engagement.
- Why, because of me?
Don't spoil things.
Now, let me see.
What have I got that'll
look dynamite on you?
Hmm, where's he taking you?
- Out to dinner at a restaurant.
Then, he wants me to see
his studio in Venice.
- Hmm.
Ah, here.
And try those shoes.
- Red?
- This dress is illegal in 34 states.
I have more keys than a janitor.
Ah, here.
Car key.
House key.
Oh, you won't need the house key.
Just use the garage door opener.
Come in the house from the garage.
I'll leave the door unlocked.
Have a ball, hon.
(soft piano music)
- You could break a man's
heart in that dress.
- These photographs are wonderful.
- I'm glad you like them.
(glasses clink)
(glass shatters)
- No.
No.
No!
- [Evan] What's going on?
- I never should've come here.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Let go of me!
Let go!
- The hell I will.
(tense music)
(crying)
- I'm sorry.
This was a mistake.
- Mistake?
- Don't make me feel any worse than I do.
- A mistake?
- My seeing you.
My being here.
It was a mistake.
My mistake.
- You're here because I invited
you here and you accepted.
- But now I have to go.
Evan, I want to go.
Let me go.
I want to go.
- You know what?
You women are all alike.
You don't get it, do you?
It's not what you want.
It's what I want!
- Please.
This was all my fault.
Can't we just say goodbye?
- When I'm good and ready.
- You have to let me go, Evan.
- Have to?
- Please?
- That's better.
Please is much better.
Now we both know what you are.
(grunts)
- When you got in the car it's 11:15.
- I looked at the dashboard clock.
I wanted to get home before Michael.
- Okay.
You drove Jane's car into her garage.
You went in the house.
Did you change your clothes?
- [Victoria] Yes.
- Did you go into her bedroom?
- [Victoria] Yes.
- But you didn't speak to her?
- She was asleep.
- Well, asleep or dead.
- I don't know.
I didn't want to wake her.
I wanted to go home.
- Autopsy puts the time of
death between 11 and midnight.
You were in Jane Woodman's
house during that time.
- But only for a few minutes.
- Time enough to kill somebody.
But if we can prove that
you're telling the truth
about your friend helping
you to cheat on your husband,
so to speak, that will go a
long ways towards clearing you.
I'm gonna find this guy,
but it's not gonna be easy.
I mean, he lied to you about his name,
he lied about the photography studio.
He was setting you up from
the moment he met you.
- Yes, but why?
- To score.
What more reason does this guy need?
Makes him feel like a man.
He'll keep doing it.
- Praying on foolish women.
- Well, I don't know about that.
Actually, this guy is pretty smooth.
You know, once I find him,
it all has to come out.
That wouldn't be the
best way for your husband
to find out what really happened.
- Well, I've been afraid.
- Yeah.
Well, of course, I'm not married anymore
so you can't go by me, but
it sounds like he loves you.
You'll hurt him.
He'll be angrier than you've ever seen,
but maybe later who knows?
- Yeah, who knows?
- Okay, we start with you going home.
Wait for me to call you.
- Thanks.
I mean, thank you for
putting off your vacation.
- It's okay.
Gives me time to lose a few more pounds
before I slip into the old bikini.
(exhales deeply)
- Vicky?
Vicky?
Are you all right?
- No.
- Look, we gotta take care of you.
Now, this kind of stress,
we gotta stay on top of it.
- Michael.
I lied to you.
I didn't have dinner
with Jane Sunday night.
I wasn't with Jane.
I was with a man.
You don't know him.
He's someone I met at the gallery.
- You were with a man?
- I was with him.
Please, don't make me spell it out.
It's not an experience that I enjoyed
or that I was proud of.
(subdued music)
- Then why?
- I don't know.
I guess because I thought...
I don't know what I thought.
I just know that I was wrong.
I was very, very wrong
and I am so truly sorry.
(crying)
I had to tell you.
- You had to?
Oh, I get it.
I get it.
Because you were in bed with another man
when Jane was murdered and
he's proof of your innocence!
- Michael?
Michael, please don't leave.
- Victoria, tonight you sleep alone.
Unless you've got other plans.
- The police can't find him.
- [Michael] Who?
- Evan Ganns.
His name is Evan Ganns.
The police think I made him up.
Larry sent me to a private
investigator, a woman.
She's going to look for him.
- Well, I hope you find him.
- Are you going to a hotel?
- I don't know.
- Will you call me tomorrow?
- Would you please just don't
ask anything of me right now!
Can I just ask you one thing?
Where did I go wrong?
- You didn't do anything.
It was my fault.
I love you, Michael.
- Oh, yeah?
(crying)
- Yes, that's him.
- Oh, Timothy.
You're a real artist.
He's a pretty one, isn't he?
- [Man] You were right.
The pieces are excellent.
- I told you.
I'd like to be paid now
if that's all right.
- It's going to take me a few more days
to put the deals together.
- A few more days?
That wasn't our agreement.
- Well, it's a lot of money.
I never had this many
pre-Columbians before.
(laughs) You said cash, right?
- I knew you couldn't handle it.
- You want the pieces back?
- All I want is my money.
I don't have time to find another fence.
- All right, then.
Just give me a few more days.
- I'll give you 48 hours, then
I'll come looking for you.
- Boy, you've got a nasty streak in you.
- 48 hours or you're gonna
see just how nasty I can be.
- Now what?
- You've done your part.
Now, I do mine.
Mr. Evan Ganns, probably
not his real name,
likes to hunt for women
in upscale pickup bars
near the water.
- [Victoria] The bar where
he saw Michael and me?
- Maybe.
Maybe two dozen others.
- Can you go into bars
without having a problem?
- Nope.
But in my line of work,
I can't let that stop me.
Hey, don't worry.
The hard part for me is laying off sweets.
How do I look?
- Terrific.
- Okay.
I'll call you if I get lucky.
- Don't you want me to go with you?
- No.
If he sees you, he might just run.
And in these heels, I'll never catch him.
(subdued music)
(crying)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Michael On Phone] I'm up
in Santa Barbara at a hotel.
I just wanted you to know the number here.
Got a pencil?
- Yes.
- [Michael On Phone] It's 805-555-2426.
Got it?
- Yes.
- [Michael On Phone] If
there's an emergency, call.
- What if I just want to talk?
- [Michael On Phone] Don't.
I just wanted you to know
where you could reach me
in case anything happens.
I gotta go.
(phone clicks)
- Hey, man.
Good to see you.
- Hi.
- Hey, that was some party, huh?
Hey, don't go, man.
I owe you one.
This blonde.
- Thanks, pal, but I find my own.
- No, you don't get it.
She's looking for you.
Over there by the bar.
She's been flashing a picture of you.
I didn't tell her we're friends.
We are friends, huh?
- Yeah.
- So keep me in mind if you, you know,
come across anything interesting.
(people chattering)
- Club soda.
- I understand you're looking for me.
Can I buy you a drink?
- No, thanks.
- You're a police officer.
- No.
- No?
- I'm a private investigator.
(lighter opens)
- But you were a cop.
Why'd you quit?
- Mr. Ganns, if that's your name,
you're a material witness
in a police investigation.
- Is that so?
- You know a woman named Victoria Robeson?
You and she.
- You got any ID?
- Yeah.
- Scotch rocks.
You don't drink on the job.
Very admirable.
- Victoria says you two were
together on Sunday night
between eight and a quarter past 11.
- I watched the news.
I know what she's been accused of.
- Was she with you?
- Maybe.
But maybe it would be awkward
for me to get involved.
- I understand.
But if you don't, a
subpoena will be issued,
and if you don't show up.
- You'd have to come find me again.
- I found you once.
I can do it again.
- I'll bet you could.
Come on, let me buy you a real drink.
- No, thanks.
So what do you say?
Gonna help her out?
- Maybe we can work something out.
- Like what?
- Let's go someplace where we can talk.
I came in a cab.
You got a car?
- [Man] That's it!
Easy!
Right there!
- [Woman] No, they're waiting
till the autopsy's completed.
- I can't believe it.
- Point 20 blood alcohol content.
She was drunk.
- She seemed so on top of it.
She said she was a recovering alcoholic
like she had real pride in herself.
- I'll get someone else right away.
I gotta call around see who's available.
- This is a nightmare.
Mark Longwell killed Jane, I'm sure of it.
There is no one else.
- Actually, his alibi is 100% solid.
In fact, it's a little stronger than that.
- What do you mean?
- He's gonna testify against you.
Now, we'll find out what that
means tomorrow in discovery
when the DA shows us what he's got.
Look, Vicky.
Sorry, this is torture, I know.
But you're not guilty.
Now, that's what matters most.
- Does it?
(tense music)
(gasps)
- Hello.
Larry called me, told me what happened.
We talked.
I didn't want you to be alone tonight.
- Oh, Michael.
- I'm not gonna be a big
help to you, I'm afraid.
I mean, none of this...
I know you said that you
didn't mean to hurt me
and you were sorry and I believe you.
- It's true.
- I just...
I keep seeing you with this guy.
What I wanted to say was you
just gotta give me some time.
And don't ask me how long
or what it's gonna take
to make this thing right
'cause I don't know.
I've only had about four
hours sleep since I left.
So I'll see you in the morning.
Okay?
(sighs)
- Hey, sorry I'm late.
Osborne dropped the other shoe.
Motive.
Michael, Vicky, I have
to ask you two something.
Are you holding back
any information from me?
- What in the hell are you talking about?
- Longwell's wife suspected
he was having an affair
with Jane Woodman, so she
hired a private investigator.
- Michael, what is this?
- Longwell's statement.
He says he confronted
Jane with these photos
in the investigator's report.
He says Jane admitted she
was seeing you, Michael.
And that, Victoria, is
what a jury will consider
an excellent reason for you to murder her.
- Just wait a minute.
I can explain this.
This is not what it appears to be.
- I sure hope not.
- Look, Vicky and I...
Well, we have been going
through our ups and downs
these last couple of months, you know?
And I thought that I was
losing touch with Vicky.
Jane dropped by one night to
return something she borrowed.
Fish knives.
You weren't home.
I offered her a glass of wine.
We got to talking.
And yes, I did see her again after that.
We went out to dinner one
time and lunch another.
We strolled around afterwards,
went into a bookstore.
We were just talking.
That's it.
And this.
I was upset.
She put her arms around me.
There was nothing between
Jane and I but friendship.
That's the truth.
- It's gonna be your word
against Mark Longwell,
his wife, the private
investigator, these photos.
Look, the DA will say you killed Jane
because you found out she
was seeing your husband.
He's taking his evidence
to the grand jury tomorrow.
They asked for a first
degree murder indictment.
He'll get it.
- And then what?
- You'll be re-arrested.
New charges filed.
Higher bail, assuming we get it.
I think we're okay there.
- Well, it's obvious.
We have to find the man
that Vicky was with.
- I'm the only one who
knows what he looks like.
- No, no, no, wait.
We can circulate these.
- Yeah.
I gotta get to court.
I'll give you a call lat...
I mean, I'll see you at the house.
Thanks, Lar.
- Yeah.
One more thing.
Your meeting with Randy.
Here's a copy of the tape.
Listen to it.
If you can think of anything
you left out, call me.
- The record of my inequity.
- No, you listen to me, Novack.
I want my money.
Yeah, well you better pray that he does.
What time?
No, I'm not waiting that long.
Okay.
- [Randy On Tape] You had an affair.
Why?
Unhappy in your marriage?
- [Victoria On Tape] I love my husband
and I know he loves me.
- [Randy On Tape] Right.
No problems between you?
None at all?
- [Victoria On Tape] Of
course, we've had problems.
Everyone has problems.
(tape fast forwarding)
- [Randy On Tape] But you
saw him the very next day.
- [Victoria On Tape] We were
together every day that week.
He was charming, witty, even wise.
And he made me feel like the most
important person in the world.
I think from the first moment I saw him
I wanted him to kiss me.
And when he did, I wanted more.
(door opens)
- Hi.
- Hi.
- What are you listening to?
- My first meeting with Randy Emerson.
She asked a lot of questions.
Recorded the whole thing.
Larry asked me to listen to it
in case I had forgotten something.
- Did you?
- I don't know.
Maybe.
Would you listen to it?
- Sure.
(tape fast forwarding)
- [Victoria On Tape] On the
boardwalk he has his camera.
He took several pictures of me.
I was embarrassed at first, but then.
- So?
- What happened to that roll of film?
- (scoffs) Maybe there wasn't
any film in the camera.
Maybe you weren't born
to play a detective.
What do you want, an 8x10 of your lover?
- Damn it, Michael.
And maybe the film is still in the camera.
And maybe the camera
is still in his studio
where we had sex.
- Vicky.
Vic.
I apologize.
- No, you haven't done anything wrong.
I'm the one who created this mess.
I'm the one who cheated.
- Please, stop.
- What?
- Vicky, you are not the first person
who ever gave in like this to temptation.
- But I have ruined everything for us.
Our marriage, our future.
- I can't let you go on like this.
- Like what?
- I can't let you go on believing
that you're the only one.
- What are you saying?
At that convention last
year in Kansas City
there was a woman.
She was an attorney.
She was married.
I never saw her again.
- Oh, wow.
- I'm sorry.
It just happened.
- And I was feeling miserable
because I hurt you so badly.
And you let me believe that.
- It just hurt so damn much at
first that it didn't matter.
But then it did and I
couldn't go on behaving
like you were the only one.
- How come all of a sudden I feel better?
- 'Cause I'm letting you off the hook.
- You're letting me off the hook?
And what about the grand jury?
Your confession, which I'm not
sure I entirely appreciate,
isn't gonna change anything.
But us.
Oh, Michael.
We never had to talk about
trust before, we just did it.
- Look, we better...
I mean, this is gonna take a lot of time.
You think we can just
give it a little rest?
Because we better go see
a man about a camera.
- You're Mrs. Robeson.
- This is my husband.
- Mr. Fox, I know that you've
already talked to the police,
but do you mind if we take
a few minutes of your time?
- (sighs) Yeah, all right.
Come in.
But I've already told them
I don't know anything about all this.
May I offer you some refreshments?
- No, thank you.
We haven't much time.
- Mr. Fox, my wife says
she was here with a man
who used your studio as
though it were his own.
- Yeah, so I've gathered.
I'm terribly sorry, but I
don't know any such person.
- What about your cameras?
- Mr. Fox, this man Evan Ganns,
or whatever his real name
might be, he had a camera.
He took pictures with it.
- I see.
Well, I use all my cameras
except for one or two
very old ones and I had
most of them with me
when I was away.
But.
No.
None missing.
They're all here.
- Don't touch that.
- Why?
- Fingerprints.
- Oh, come on.
- Just tell me.
Is there something about
that particular camera?
- No, no.
It's just that, um...
Well, I always like to put
a camera away on its back.
I don't like to rest
it on the lens barrel.
- Do you have a pair of rubber gloves?
- Yeah, of course.
Out of focus, badly framed.
This guy didn't know what
he was doing with a camera.
- That's proof.
Isn't it?
- Well, it proves somebody
took a picture of you
with that camera.
We'll have to have it
tested for fingerprints
and the film canister.
- Mr. Fox, it's obvious
someone did use your studio.
Who could've let him in?
- Look, there's only one
person and she said she didn't.
- [Michael] Ms. Reinhart?
- Yeah.
- My name is Michael Robeson.
- I know who you are.
Why don't you go away?
- [Victoria] We just want to talk to you.
- I said go away.
I don't want to talk to you.
Don't make me call the police.
- No, go ahead, go ahead.
Call 'em.
Ask for Lieutenant Girvetz.
Tell him you want to explain why you lied
about letting Evan Ganns
use your boyfriend's studio
and this.
- [Reinhart] Does Alistair know?
- I'm afraid so.
- Great.
- I'm sorry to do this to you,
but I have been accused of
murdering my best friend.
I really must find this man.
- Look, I don't know where he is
and I'm not even sure who he is.
- [Victoria] Anything you can
tell us about him, please.
- Well, his name isn't Evan Ganns.
It's probably not Eric Gains either.
I met him at he marina.
He ships out, comes in.
- Some kind of sailor?
- No, he's a merchant marine.
I saw him a few times
when Alistair was away.
- You let him use Alistair's studio.
Why?
- No, I didn't.
But I think he stole
Alistair's key from my purse.
- Oh, you think so.
- Well, I caught him putting it back.
He said he found it behind
some seat cushion or something.
I didn't believe him, but
I wasn't gonna press it.
He's got a temper.
- You dated him anyway?
- He was...
Look, I'm not gonna talk about this.
Alistair's gonna kill me.
- How did he know about Alistair's studio?
- I loaned him one of Alistair's cameras.
He had to take some pictures of some
South American carvings or something.
I think he was trying to sell them.
I know he didn't trust the guy
he was doing business with.
- What was the guy's name?
- I think his name was Novack.
- Wilford Novack?
- [Reinhart] I don't know.
Just Novack.
- Michael?
- You know, you are gonna have to talk
to the police about this.
- It's not the police I'm afraid of.
It's Alistair.
- [Michael] So, who is
this Wilford Novack?
- He's a dealer here in LA.
I've heard of him.
Objet d'art, pre-Columbian stuff.
Very pricey.
- Okay, I think it's time
to call in some IOUs.
(people chattering)
- There's one.
There's another.
Plus five points off the camera.
You say this guy is in
the merchant marine?
- Well, maybe.
Listen, if you get a make
on these, you call me, okay?
Anytime.
It's very important, Willy.
- I understand.
Nice to meet you, Mrs. Robeson.
- Thank you for all your help.
- Come on.
We're gonna go see an old friend of yours.
- [Victoria] And Ms.
Reinhart will tell you
all this herself.
- So if the fingerprints give
us a name to go with the face,
then you'll know my wife has
been telling you the truth.
- And who killed the Woodman woman?
- Mark Longwell.
His wife is lying to give him an alibi.
I just know it.
- Why would she lie?
Nearly as we can tell she
doesn't even love him.
- After all his philandering?
I know Alicia.
She's finally got Mark
right where she wants him.
If he doesn't follow her around
for the rest of his life,
she could put him in prison,
if not the gas chamber.
- Suspicion of selling stolen property.
Charges dropped, insufficient evidence.
- That's it?
- [William] Mm-hmm.
- Come on, isn't that enough?
The woman said Ganns was
trying to sell some art.
It was probably stolen.
It all fits.
- Fits what?
Mrs. Robeson, you were
questioned last year
with regard to an art forgery.
- I am not the first gallery
owner to be victimized.
- Robbery says they investigated
and you were cleared
just like Wilford Novack.
So what's it prove?
- Well, it doesn't matter what I say
or what anyone else says,
you just won't believe me.
- Mrs. Robeson, You have the
motive, means, opportunity.
Your prints are on the murder weapon.
No offense, Counselor.
If the camera turns up any
interesting prints I'll call you.
- Well, we are gonna find Evan Ganns.
And when we do, Lieutenant
Girvets, we'll call you.
(dramatic music)
(metal clattering)
- Uh, uh, uh.
(tense music)
Taking the goodies before I get my money?
Strictly against the rules.
I'm afraid you're gonna have
to suffer a serious penalty.
- Please, Evan.
I don't have the money yet.
This isn't what it looks like.
(grunts)
(suspenseful music)
- [Victoria] Okay, it's
gonna be on this side.
- [Michael] Hope he works late.
- [Victoria] There it is.
(car door shuts)
- [Michael] No one here.
- Let's go around back and
see if we can get inside.
- Hey, take it easy.
It's not gonna do us
any good to get arrested
for breaking and entering.
Come on.
Let's go find out where Novack lives.
- What if we find Novack
and he denies knowing Ganns,
or Gains, or whatever his name is?
- I'll sweat it out of him.
I am gonna find this bastard Ganns.
I'm gonna tear his head off.
- I'd like to strangle your
Kansas City bombshell too,
but that wouldn't help.
Let's go home.
I'd like to forget I ever met Evan Ganns.
- I wish we could, but he
is the key to your defense.
The key to your defense.
- But I think he stole
Alistair's key from my purse.
- The key.
Michael, we've got to go to Jane's house.
- What?
- Jane's house.
I've gotta get inside.
Hurry, Michael.
The police said there was no forced entry.
- Yeah, until now.
When Girvetz finds out we broke in here
he's gonna throw us both in jail.
- The house key's gone.
Evan Ganns stole the key
from Judy Reinhart's purse
and he stole Jane's
house key from my purse
thinking it was my key.
Of course.
He must've followed me.
- Wait, wait.
Followed you?
Why?
- I wouldn't stay with him.
He was furious with me.
He must've thought he
was following me home.
He thought this was my house.
- [Michael] The police
said that all Jane's keys
were accounted for.
They didn't think any keys were missing.
- What if he left it behind
after he Used it to get in?
There.
He came in here, he saw the basket,
he dropped the key in
along with all the others.
I laid the red dress over that chair.
It's the first thing he
saw as he came in the door.
He thought I slept here.
He came upstairs in the dark.
He saw the red dress.
Her hair spread out on the pillow.
He thought it was mine.
He never saw her face.
He came to kill me, but he
killed Jane instead by mistake.
Don't you see?
He thought it was me.
If I hadn't been such a fool,
Jane would still be alive.
Yes, that's Evan Ganns.
- Okay, Lieutenant.
Check this.
Print number one I lifted off the camera.
Print number two from
the victim's house key.
Same guy.
Evan Allen Hunsinger.
- Well, he's a sailor all right.
Second mate's license revoked.
Served eight years for manslaughter.
Beat a fellow seaman to death.
- Oh, my God.
- Well, well.
What do you know?
- You have my apologies, Mrs. Robeson.
We try hard.
Sometimes we make mistakes.
We're only human.
I hope you won't hold this
against the department.
- Honey.
Honey, it's over.
(soft piano music)
- [Girvetz] We'll get a
warrant out on this character.
Get your bail bond
released in the morning.
- [Woman On Radio] One Mary six.
One Mary six.
Report to George Weber on Jack four.
(radio chatter)
- [Policeman] Hey.
- Yeah.
- What's this?
- I need a drink.
- [Victoria] I need a hot bath.
- Vicky, I'm sorry that I
wasn't always there for you
and I should've been.
- Well, you were there for
me when it counted most.
(tense music)
- [Evan On Tape] Good evening, kids.
Cozy cottage you've got here.
Hope you don't mind if
I use your tape deck.
This little pre-recorded message
is just my way of saying welcome home.
I want to commend you both
on your excellent taste.
Particularly your lingerie, Victoria.
(gasps)
- I'm scared, Michael.
No, don't go out there.
- I'm gonna kill him.
Damn.
He's got the gun.
Come on.
You lock the door.
I'm gonna go down and use the
car phone to call the police.
Just stay here.
I'll be right back.
- [Victoria] Michael.
- Don't worry, don't worry.
I'll be back.
- [Man] Unit three.
- Right here next to the phone.
- Nothing has been disturbed.
- Thank you very much.
- [Girvetz] Get the
Coast Guard on the phone.
(tense music)
- She was great in bed.
Women like that, it's hard
to keep 'em satisfied.
Or maybe just you can't
keep her satisfied.
(grunting)
(punches thudding)
- [Woman On Radio] We
have that ship to shore
for you, Lieutenant.
Go ahead, please.
- [Girvetz] Hello?
- [Man On Radio] Oh, yes.
This is Captain Lamar
Helstrum Coast Guard.
Is this Lieutenant Girvetz?
- Yes, affirmative.
Have you located the ship yet?
- [Lamar On Radio] Yes, sir.
We have.
Sailed yesterday without Hunsinger aboard.
Sorry, Lieutenant.
- Not aboard?
- [Lamar On Radio] No, sir.
Seaman Evan Hunsinger failed
to make it back to the ship
before it left the harbor.
Anything else we can do for you?
- No, thank you, Captain.
- [Lamar On Radio] Roger and out.
- Where to, Lieutenant?
- I don't know.
I think I'll call the Robesons.
Let 'em know.
They may want to take some precautions
till we find this guy.
I don't want to make any more mistakes.
Hello, dispatch?
This is Lieutenant Girvetz.
Could you please patch me
through to this number?
555-4189.
- [Woman On Radio] Sorry, Lieutenant.
555-4189 is reported out of order.
- Thanks.
Turn around.
(tires squealing)
Dispatch, send me a backup
to the Robeson house.
(siren wailing)
(car engine starting)
- [Victoria] Michael!
(gasps)
- Michael's dead.
Now, it's time to finish what we started.
- [Victoria] You bastard!
(glass shatters)
(laughing)
- Uh, uh, uh.
(grunting)
(siren wailing)
Victoria?
Victoria.
Take off your clothes.
Do it!
(screaming)
(grunting)
(Evan yells)
(Evan yelling)
(glass shattering)
- Michael!
Oh, God.
Michael!
Michael!
(Victoria coughing)
Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
God.
Michael.
Yes, Michael.
Michael.
Yes, Michael.
Can you hear me?
- Vicky, are you all right?
- Oh, yes.
I'm all right, yes.
Oh, yes.
Darling, it's all over.
It's all over, darling.
(siren wailing)
The police are coming.
The police are coming.
Oh, are you all right?
Are you all right?
- Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Come on, I'll take you
upstairs and prove it.
(both laugh)
- Oh, Michael.
Oh, Michael.
Oh, Michael.
(subdued music)
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