Unnatural Causes (2008) - full transcript
Matt and Julia aren't having the greatest relationship on earth. They've got a successful advertising agency but Matt suspects his wife of having an affair and is getting so obsessed with this thought that he's actually asked his co-worker Trevor Jones to have her followed. Trevor, who wants to become partner in the company, does as requested and when he brings pictures to Matt that show Julia talking with another man, Matt goes berserk and wants Julia dead. When word of Julia's death little later spreads, Matt gets remorse and kills himself. But Julia isn't dead and it seems that Matt's suicide might actually have been a murder...
Fuck you.
Hey,
I'll see you in hell, baby.
* I am
* Feeling this
* Sensation
* Again
* And I
* Don't like it at all
* It makes me feel
* Doubtful
* So was my pride
* Yeah, yeah
* There's no
* Need to cry
* Should
* You should
* Go on
* Or should I have
* Acted cold
* Is it right
* Or enough
Excuse me.
Hi, honey, you were great.
You think so?
What about the clients?
They loved it.
You were fantastic.
Look, I gotta go.
I'll see you at the party.
Love you.
* Loving you
* Is hard to do
* All I want
* Is a heart that is true
Hey, how you doing?
Hey. Hey.
I'll just... Great.
Hi, hon. Hey.
What do you want me
to do with that?
Take a sip.
Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,
if I could just
have your attention
for a moment, please.
I am sorry to interrupt
this great party and...
It is a great party, isn't it?
Yes, yes.
And I know
you would like to show
your appreciation
for the man
who has made
this all possible,
created
this wonderful company,
this wonderful organisation,
this great building.
Ladies and gentlemen,
our friend and our boss,
Matthew McKay.
Hey, everybody,
a small hand for
Trevor Jones.
No, no. A small hand.
Small. Small.
It's nice to know
that the lure of free booze
still gets the employees
to do that hard overtime.
Yeah.
Hey, I even got
a full day's work
out of brother Bobby.
Put a few more hours in the day,
we could've fixed
the Sistine Chapel too,
big brother.
Screw that guy.
He didn't have a deadline.
But you guys met yours.
Yes, yes.
You guys are great!
Uh, let's see.
Who else have I
gotta thank?
Oh! Oh, the beautiful,
talented, partner of mine,
the president
of Client Coordination.
Julia, you're so sexy.
Julia!
You and I.
You know, Julia and I
started this ad agency
with a few pesetas
in our pockets
and a prayer in our hearts
and look at us now.
Wow.
Clients, they keep asking me,
"Hey, Matt,
"how come your shit
always looks so great?"
The answer's always the same.
It's you guys.
Now, with the new JetAir ad,
we got the potential
Sony campaign,
and what is the...
The Hugo Boss.
All with big,
fat-ass budgets,
I might add.
We are becoming
the hottest agency
in this town!
Yeah!
Yes!
All right, enough! Get drunk!
Yeah.
Well said. Well said.
Hey, Trevor! Hi.
You doing okay? Yeah.
Hey. Hey.
What are you doing up here?
Down there's where
you're gonna get laid.
No, thank you very much.
All they want is
shorter hours, higher wages
and a chance to move up
in the agency.
Not worth the trouble.
Right.
Yeah.
Hey, dude. Thanks.
Great job, man. Great job.
Sure.
Trevor, what?
What about my agreement?
Jesus Christ,
everybody wants
a piece of me.
I need a clone, Trevor.
Clones are illegal
and expensive.
Besides,
that would just give me
two children to mind.
Ooh.
Sign my agreement.
You won't be so overworked.
Oh, yeah?
You're sure about that?
My personal pledge.
You know, the agreement's
been ready for weeks.
Julia's signed it.
Now it's just up to you.
Maybe I should move on.
Oh. Maybe.
What does the contract
say again?
You know what it says.
The fine print.
There is no fine print, Matthew.
It's simple. A single page.
I get 25% of the agency.
Okay.
I'll take a look at it tomorrow.
Yeah. Yeah, that's a promise.
Hi. Hey.
You made it.
Yeah.
I made it back in one piece.
Trevor.
You rang?
I'm so hungover.
It's this annual accounting.
Are these credit card
statements right?
Well, these are Julia's.
You'll have to ask her.
I know the cost
of wine and dine,
but 130,000 Euros,
that's more than
a few good meals.
Has Accounting seen that?
Just say no.
Not yet.
Listen, we can...
We can deduct a slice of this,
but not the whole damn pie.
Okay, bury them
for a few days,
will you?
Uh-huh.
Trevor?
What is she spending it on?
How about entertaining clients?
You're getting
more aggressive every day.
Yeah, well,
stress is a great motivator.
That stupid
expense report again?
I know. I wanted it to come
after the anniversary.
It's like, I put
so much time and money
into this, you know?
I just don't want the surprise
to be ruined.
How many years now? Seven.
Wow, lucky year! I know.
Hi! Hi!
Oh!
How are you?
Fine. You look good.
Thanks.
How's our sexy man doing today?
Oh, your sexy man is just great.
What's he doing here?
I don't know.
Hi, hon.
Who's your boyfriend?
He's a local tennis pro here.
Tennis pro?
What's his name?
Juan.
Don Juan? Mr Don Juan. Hi.
That's all right. Why don't
you go practise your forehand
in the goddamn can,
Don Juan?
Excuse me, ladies.
Excuse me, lady.
Hey, Eva, how you doing? Hi.
Listen, I'm glad you're here,
I've got a couple questions.
One hundred
and thirty thousand
in cash withdrawals.
What the fuck is that, Julia?
You know what, Eva?
Why don't you
go back to the office
and pick us up some lunch?
Yeah, sure.
Yeah, lunch.
You can answer me
some questions about
thousands and thousands.
You are completely drunk.
I just had
a couple drinks, okay?
Just answer me this question.
Look at this.
Thousands in lunches
in the Pyrenees.
What's in the Pyrenees?
It's a client perk programme
that I'm working on.
I actually think
you'd be proud of it.
Answer my fucking question,
will you?
I'll see you at home.
What's in the Pyrenees?
Julia?
How are you?
I'm good, how are you?
You're looking great, Julia.
Thank you.
So you got a beer for me?
Of course.
We're almost done right now.
What have we here?
Could send a man
over the edge.
What do you think, Alvaro?
It does tell a story.
It certainly tells
the first chapter.
I have the distinct feeling
things are going
to change around here.
They say the higher you climb,
the more people see your arse.
That's never bothered me.
I always figured
the pleasure was theirs.
Where were you?
I was in a meeting.
I left you a message.
That was three hours ago.
The meeting was long
and there was
a lot of traffic.
Yeah.
Matt, what's wrong with you?
What?
I don't know.
What's wrong with me?
It's like you're acting crazy.
Baby, I'm your wife. Talk to me.
Can we talk?
Please. Yes. Yeah? Okay.
Well, I'm talking
about the Don Juan,
the tennis pro.
I'm talking about lunches
in the Pyrenees.
I'm talking about
130-fucking-thousand.
I thought we went
through this already.
Shut up.
Shut up?
Yeah.
So why'd you take my money? Huh?
Did I take it? No.
Did I use it?
Yes. Oh, you used it.
Okay.
Come here.
Stop. No. Stop,
you're scaring me.
Matt, stop it.
Stop it!
Just do one thing.
Just tell me the truth.
Can you do that? Can you?
Can you... Can you do that? Yes.
Go away, go away.
You fucking...
Matt, you just hit her, man.
Yeah.
It's not like Xavi here
did a job on her, right?
I'm in a bad spot, bro.
Where does it end?
It'll settle itself, man.
That's how it always ends.
Bad spot.
Just lay off her face, bro.
She's a good-looking gal
and we don't need the bruises.
Matt, come on.
Let's go to the bathroom.
Yeah.
Come on.
Maybe you should call.
Tell him he has to apologise
before you'll come back.
I can't trust him.
It's like he's become obsessed.
Trust and obsession
don't make a good mix,
do they?
No, they don't.
Men bullshit like that
all the time.
They think that
acting jealous will
make us believe
they're not cheating themselves.
Maybe he's having the affair,
and to cover himself,
he's accusing you.
Men are such idiots.
Matt would never do
something like that.
And he'd never hit you, either?
Hey, Miguel. Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
You sounded upset on the phone.
Is everything okay?
No.
It's not okay.
Let's just finish this.
I don't know what to do.
He's changed.
He's gone crazy.
It's like a side of him
I've never even seen before.
I don't even know who he is.
Matthew.
As you ordered.
Your wife, entertaining clients.
And,
partnership agreement.
To be signed.
Did I or did I not
give you my word?
Matthew?
Matthew!
Fuck you!
Yeah!
Yeah! What...
What the fuck
are you waiting for?
Come on!
Who is he?
Are you following me?
Who is he?
Where'd you get those?
Those pictures aren't
what you think.
Wind down the window.
No.
Come on, open the door.
No, you're acting crazy, Matt.
Open the door.
No.
Okay.
What the fuck
are you doing, Matt?
Huh?
Stop!
Stop! Don't you
trust me, Matt?
Trust?
Trust?
Why are you
acting like this?
I'll show you trust, baby!
Those pictures are not
what they look like!
He's an architect! He's gay!
He's gay!
I hired him
to build a cottage for us.
It was gonna be
a surprise for you.
I don't believe you.
We're gonna die!
Stop! Fucking stop, Matt!
It was gonna be for us.
Why are you doing this?
I don't believe you!
Watch out!
Please! Please!
Please stop!
Just pull over
and let me out
of the fucking car!
Get out of the way!
Watch out!
Baby, please!
I'm begging you!
Maybe you should drive.
No, please,
I'm begging you!
Please!
Yeah! Let me see
what you can do!
Baby, stop!
Help! That's it!
Let me out of the car,
Matt! Pull over!
Watch out!
Let me out of the fucking car!
Till death do us part!
Watch out!
Hi.
Advice, honey.
Two words.
Restraining order.
Where the hell have you been?
You have no idea
what we had to go through
to get you out of here.
This is serious, Matthew.
You're both lucky to be alive.
Yeah, I heard
she's in a hospital.
Where?
And she's filed
a restraining order.
Now with both of you gone,
I am running the agency,
so you either sign this,
or I am gone and...
Which hospital?
She's filed a restraining order.
I haven't seen one.
Have you?
Where?
Hospital de Barcelona.
Let's go. What? Me?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
You're on your own.
Back off.
Security, we have a
visitor out of control.
Third floor, east wing.
Good... there, down the hall.
Sir, come with us please.
Hi, this is Julia.
Leave a message and
I'll call you back. Thanks.
Hey, baby.
It's me.
Pick up the phone. Pick it up!
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
You were right. I was wrong.
I need you, baby.
I need you.
I'm going to join AA,
I'm gonna go clean.
I mean, this is ruining
my life, you know.
It's ruining our life.
I need you, baby.
You're my addiction.
Call me.
I'm going to join AA,
I'm gonna go clean.
I mean, this is ruining
my life, you know.
It's ruining our life.
I need you, baby.
You're my addiction.
Call me.
I can just see it
sliding here, bro.
Did you know MC Systems
wants to reconsider
their offer, Matt?
When was the last time
that you screwed up
a presentation, bro?
Hmm? Oh, you don't remember?
The last time Julia left.
Man, I can see the walls
are just coming down
around us, Matt.
And you and I are
the only ones picking
up the pieces, bro.
Yeah. You see a lot
of fucking things, Bobby.
Yeah. I'm just seeing
what's out there, Matt.
Nothing you haven't seen
before, right?
Right.
Man, she should just
fucking vanish. Poof!
Thin air. Bye-bye. Yeah.
It's your decision, bro.
It's your call.
Yeah.
The pizza guy.
Yeah.
Xavi would do it.
Xavi would definitely do it.
It's your call, Matt.
Okay.
Just do it.
Matt. What?
You're making
the right decision, bro.
Alvaro, it's Trevor.
Do you know a guy called Xavi?
No, he... He feeds Bobby McKay.
Description? No, sorry,
I don't have one.
But I know where he hangs out.
And he calls himself Pizza Man.
Oh. Okay.
I'll call you from the car.
I know this Xavi.
He's an old raider.
A real bad one.
You walk the streets,
I walk the hallways,
life meets.
This was my gift
to Matt McKay
three years ago
when we landed a large account.
He pushed a round in,
fired a shot in the air.
The chandelier
came crashing down, smashed
into a thousand pieces.
He likes to start a campaign
with a bang.
Matt wants to kill his old lady.
Why?
She sleeps with her poodle.
You don't need personal stuff.
All you need to know
is that Xavi will see
that it happens.
Do you know what
this gun is for?
If she goes down
with rounds
from this gun,
and this gun is found
in Matt's possession...
You follow?
Ballistics would nail him.
So I get to her,
and you get to him.
Mmm-hmm. Simple.
You squeeze off the shots,
give me back the gun,
I return my gift...
Life goes on.
Life takes a turn.
And Xavi?
Well, you have to make sure
you get to her before he does.
We don't want fucking Xavi
screwing up the world now,
do we?
What if McKay looks for his gun?
Well, there's another one
there just like it.
Don't you hate to buy
a gift for someone and
not get one for yourself?
It comes in handy sometimes.
You are one
son of a bitch, Trevor.
I like to think we're sons
of the same bitch, Alvaro.
Hello!
Oh, let me see the ring.
Oh, my God!
Come on, guys.
Keep moving. Keep moving.
Do you have a shovel, Mrs McKay?
So you took those photos of me,
and then you discovered
my husband wanted to kill me?
I didn't see a reason
for you to die.
But you must leave here.
Others will come.
I believe you're
a practical woman,
Mrs McKay,
and perhaps
we can arrive at some
financial arrangement.
I can protect you.
Protect me? How?
Mrs McKay, you were
on your knees.
Either he kills you or...
I can't.
I can't kill.
You will die then, no doubt.
But if you wish
to think it over...
Who are you really?
Just a man who appreciates
the gifts of others.
My brother's the curator
for a museum in Madrid.
My sister's an artist,
and her paintings hang
in the galleries of Barcelona.
It is unfortunate
when art
is abused.
And a tragedy when
such beauty is destroyed.
If I decide to do this,
is it possible
that you tell my husband
that I was killed
and then I could surprise him
a couple days later?
Is that possible?
Of course.
What's a life worth, Mrs McKay?
Any problems?
No. No problems.
How was it?
Two shots. In the woods.
Put out a missing report.
I doubt we'll find her.
It's clean.
Let's go back to my place.
Yeah.
Matt, I just got word from Xavi.
Xavi? What'd he do now?
I don't know, Matt.
He didn't go into details.
Yeah, details...
Look... Wait...
Wait, wait, wait.
No...
No, I... I didn't
want her to suffer.
I told you, Xavi's a pro.
He didn't go after her
to make a meal of this.
She went quick, Matt.
Did she say anything
before she went, Bobby?
I'm in a fucking bar, okay?
And I told you
I just got the word,
but I don't have
any of the details.
But that's it. She's gone.
Listen, Matt.
You gotta stay cool.
You don't want to know
anything here, bro. Okay?
You gotta stay calm.
You're going to be
questioned about this, Matt,
and so will I.
The last thing we need is
the details running around
in our minds
when the fucking cops
are in our face.
The less we know,
the better we look.
You're going to feel
a lot better about this
in the morning. All right?
Wait.
No. What? Yeah.
Hi, this is Julia.
Leave a message and
I'll call you back. Thanks.
Hey, Julia, pick up the phone.
Pick it up. It's me.
Fucking Bobby's gone insane.
He's saying that you fucking...
I don't know,
you went somewhere.
Anyway, it's important.
Call me. I love you.
Hello?
Hey, Trevor.
Matthew, what's happening?
I... I did something...
And now, I'm going to do
something else.
What are you talking about?
Julia. She went somewhere.
Where? Where did she go?
She went somewhere.
Matthew,
will you please tell me
what's going on?
I got my gun in my hand.
And I'm gonna blow
my fucking brains out.
Matthew, listen to me.
Put the gun down.
Do you hear me?
I'm coming right over.
Just... Just put
the gun away, okay?
I'm on the way.
Yeah? Huh?
Yeah?
Yeah, I'll call her.
I'll fucking call her.
Hi, this is Julia.
Leave a message and
I'll call you back. Thanks.
Julia, hey.
Why don't you pick up
the fucking phone,
you bitch?
Huh?
I'm just kidding.
It's really important because
I've got my gun in my hand.
I never fired a gun
before, you know.
I love you.
He seemed fine
when I spoke to him
on the telephone last night.
But, well,
he had been separated
from his wife recently.
That's, uh, Julia.
It's so complicated.
They... Recently,
there seemed to be tension.
Hi, I'm Julia McKay.
Detective Jimenez.
Where's my husband?
Someone called
and they said that
there was an accident.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God! No!
Please! Please!
What happened?
What's going on?
Wait!
Bitch! You knew
this would happen!
Hey! Wait a minute!
Wait! Stop it!
What's going on?
Oh, my God...
You have to speak to her.
I know these are
difficult times, senora,
but we will need
your statement.
When you are ready.
I can't.
Trevor, please tell me
what's going on.
Julia, I'm sorry, so sorry.
Maria. Xavi.
I don't know.
Xavi? MAN: No!
Fuck!
What?
You gave me the gun.
You told me the job
was done.
Xavi never showed.
I questioned
your information
on that point.
Why did you lie to me?
Xavi never showed?
Well, Xavi always shows!
He's a show-up
fucking kind of guy!
Did you kill him and
take a higher price
from her?
I have a question for you
of a more serious nature.
McKay shot himself
with his own gun,
they believe.
Did you have time
to replace his gun?
Or did he use yours?
Where were you between
midnight and 1:00 a.m.
that morning?
I'm sure ballistics
will tell in the end.
Wherever you were, don't worry.
Your secret is safe with me.
I gave you a down payment!
I'll return it.
But if you use it to touch
one hair on her head,
it will be the last
living thing you do.
Here's your money.
You bastard!
"Matthew McKay, owner
and CEO of American-owned
Advantage Advertising,
"one of the largest
advertising agencies
in Barcelona..."
McKay. M-C-K-A-Y.
"McKay, the recipient
of several prominent awards,
"considered
one of the stars of
the advertising industry..."
"Police were led to his
residence after his cleaning
lady discovered the body.
"The death appears
to be a suicide."
Suicide.
"But an investigation
is now underway
by Barcelona police."
What's his key man policy worth?
Not good.
Five million.
Yep. Let's pray it's a suicide.
Julia, do you have a moment?
Yeah, please.
Listen, I know
this is probably
not a great time,
and there is
no delicate way
to put this,
but we are in the middle
of campaigns, shoots,
product planning, development.
The clients are calling.
They want to know
what's going on.
If we don't find
a replacement for Matt
right away,
we could lose them all.
Well, perhaps this can wait.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no.
Can you give me a list
of the possible candidates?
Of course.
I hear Frankie Barrera
is unhappy at Baseline.
You're right.
The crying is over
and I'll get through it.
We'll get through this
together, Julia.
All right, come on.
Let's go tell the troops
that everything's
going to be okay.
Inspector Jimenez,
the man had a life insurance
policy worth five million.
My company just wants
to know if this is being
ruled a suicide.
Not yet.
Not yet?
With all due respect,
the man shot himself.
When you shoot yourself,
you die alone.
And he died alone.
What could possibly
be the deal here?
The deal is you
keep your foot
off my floor
and wait until
I complete my investigation.
Okay?
Mrs McKay,
your husband's death
appears to be a suicide.
But we are obligated
to investigate further
when a shooting is involved.
I understand.
We retrieved a video message
from the memory card
of your husband's PDA phone.
It's for you.
Julia,
a lying,
cheating,
bitch.
I love you.
You're a whore. You...
Fuck you.
Hey,
I'll see you in hell, baby.
Oh, my God.
It goes on after that,
then just ends.
It cuts out before
he shot himself.
I don't know who he is.
He's being crazy.
He's not the man I married.
Did you have contact
with your husband yesterday?
No. He left me a message
on my cell phone.
And he threatened me.
I hung up before it finished.
What time was that?
It was around 1:00 a.m.
You have seen this before?
Yes.
Your husband believed
you were involved
with this man.
These pictures aren't
what they seem.
He's an architect.
His name is Miguel.
I hired him to help me
restore the cabin
I was going to surprise
my husband with as a gift.
And you told him this?
Yeah. He didn't believe me.
He got violent with me,
so I left.
Am I a suspect, Detective?
My point is,
your actions may have led
to your husband's death.
And the man in this picture?
His partner is
my tennis instructor.
A male instructor.
I'm sure if you stop by
the house they share,
they'll give you
any information you want.
Would you like the address?
No, that won't be necessary.
As I said,
we are looking
at a suicide.
I will call you
if I see it differently.
Thank you, Mrs McKay.
Good girl.
You're walking away.
It's best we not be seen
by my colleagues.
What do you think happened?
You like to
surprise your husband
in unusual ways.
Evidently, he didn't like
what he heard.
He wanted to die.
I imagine he had some problems.
You're a dirty cop
who preys on his victims.
You are fortunate to be
walking beside me today.
There's a Detective Jimenez.
He just showed me a video,
my husband's PDA.
It was his last living moment
before he killed himself.
He addressed it to me,
but I need to see it again.
Can you please help me?
That would be in Homicide.
You don't strike me as a man
having trouble getting around.
Mrs McKay, you shouldn't...
Julia.
Please, call me Julia.
You should let
the investigation take
its course, Julia.
If it helps you through
this difficult time,
I'll see about the video.
Thank you, Alvaro.
Okay.
I'll see you in hell, baby.
You got time to take
a look at something...
Sorry.
It's a mess,
but the bulk will
soon be gone.
Look.
I was about to pack this.
Julia, I've been to the movies.
A microphone.
Listen, put this back
where it was.
All I need you to get
is the photos and
the press clippings.
Leave everything else as is.
This is serious.
You did good. Thank you.
All right, I have to go.
I have to see the man
about insurance.
Okay.
Hi. Mrs McKay.
My sympathies.
Please. Late breakfast?
Early lunch?
No, thanks. I'm short for time.
Well, as you know,
I'm the keeper of
your key man policy,
and I'm here
to monitor the results
of the investigation...
Yes.
...to ensure that
should events take a turn
for the better... The better?
Should your husband's death
not be ruled a suicide,
my company
will pay the benefit,
which is five million euros.
I'm aware of the policy,
but the benefits
aren't of my concern.
It's how I'm going
to sleep at night.
My interest in
the investigation is solely to
please my client, Mrs McKay.
Now your performance
in the interrogation room
was quite convincing.
Do you have
any other thoughts
to offer?
I'm sure it'd please you
and your company
if my husband's death
was ruled a suicide,
therefore you wouldn't
have to pay off the policy.
Mrs McKay, please...
Chuck, right?
Do you mind if I call you Chuck?
I know it must be difficult
for you to deal with
my tragedy.
But I am determined
to find out if this was
a murder or a suicide,
and to tell you the truth,
Chuck, I hope it is a murder.
Mrs McKay,
you're gonna give me
indigestion here.
To all of you, my sympathies.
I am Natalia Mylar
and I am presiding over
the probate period.
It is not my intention or
position to question the lack
of propriety in this matter,
but from a formal standpoint,
there's little to review,
as Matthew McKay left behind
no formal will.
I hereby declare
that the assets, the estate,
and all its contents
be left to his legal spouse,
Julia McKay.
Thank you for attending.
I know how Matt took care
of you all of these years,
and I fully approved of it.
Nothing will change, Rose.
Thank you.
Eva, can I speak with you,
please?
It's been such a crazy day.
Everything's so up in the air,
you know?
- You did a great job in here.
- Thank you.
I'm really looking forward
to moving to this office.
The boss
with the big cojones
gets the corner.
But you seem a bit distracted.
Can I tell you something
in confidence?
Sure.
They found a video
on the table
at the condo.
It was on Matt's PDA.
It was left running.
It was his last living moments.
And they also saw
something else on it.
On the video?
The video kept running for,
like, five more minutes
after he left me the message.
There was someone else
in the condo that night.
No.
I have a copy of it
in the editing room.
I don't know who it was,
but the police
have a copy, too.
So someone else
was in the room
when he shot himself?
Yeah, but
he must've shot himself
after the PDA ran out
because there was
no gunshot on it.
My God, Julia.
Look, I don't mean
to put this on you,
it's just that I have
no one else to tell
and you're my only friend.
I'll let you
get back to work.
I know you're busy.
No, it's okay.
I'm just opening a lot of
those sympathy cards.
I'm gonna stay
in the office late tonight.
I have a lot of
catching up to do.
But if it's okay with you,
I'd like to stay at your house
because I don't want
to go back to the condo.
Yeah. I better catch up myself.
Thanks, Eva.
How's homicide?
Homicide's homicide.
One day, if you're lucky,
you'll work with the dead.
Better than working with
the scum that should be dead.
You don't want to be
among corpses too soon.
No.
The bitch drained
our family, man.
Bobby, will you calm down?
What are you talking about?
Matt didn't have a will, Trevor.
Well, did you expect him to?
She took
the fucking cars,
too, man.
Bobby, that was just Matt's way.
He expected to live forever.
She needs to chill, Trevor.
Yes, perhaps she does,
but, Bobby, so do you.
Let's go talk about this
in my office.
Hello, Julia.
Hi. I really need to see you.
I'm leaving the office now
and I was hoping that
we could meet up.
It's about Trevor.
Yep. Julia?
Hello?
Shit!
Requesting back-up,
723 Diagonal Avenue.
Advantage Ad Agency,
requesting back-up, thank you.
What's the matter, Julia?
You looking for a way down?
I know of one.
Over the top.
I've got her.
Get the car,
I'll be right down.
Hey, did you hear?
I hear Julia had
this terrible accident.
Or was it suicide?
Maybe something just
drove her to it, huh?
Come here, you stupid bitch!
Are you scared?
No! Help me! Someone!
Help! No, please don't.
Please don't do it.
No, please.
This little piggy
went to the market...
And this little piggy
fell off the roof.
No, please.
Excuse me.
There's a body in the alley,
two others left in a car.
Anyone else?
Don't think so.
So now you're in the
advertising business?
Guy in back is Bobby McKay,
on my radar for trafficking.
He works here.
She was the target.
I'll hear your statement later.
Thank you.
I called you because
I saw the video.
There was someone else
in the room.
I found a microphone
in Matt's office.
Trevor was monitoring
his calls right before
he died.
You think Trevor
was in the condo?
I left the videotape out
and he took it.
Now he knows that I know
someone else was in the house.
You think he wants to kill you?
If he knows that I know
someone else was in the house
and I think it was him,
yes.
Can you describe Trevor's car?
An Audi sedan. Why?
There's an Audi sedan parked
300 metres behind you.
I can't see who's inside,
but we can walk that way
and see if it moves.
Do you believe me now?
We have to stop him
before he stops you.
Should we work on this together?
Jimenez wants to make peace.
I guess he figures
you'll get this anyway,
ballistics and gun registration.
Matt McKay was
killed with his own gun.
Thank you, Anna.
Julia, it's time to proceed.
Look, I know
I've been a bitch lately
and I haven't been
listening to you,
and I want to.
I'd like it if we could
sit back down
and go over the clients
and review company policy.
Well, yeah.
That would be great, yes.
I'd like to very much.
Well, I think that
this weekend I'm gonna
go away to the cottage
and just relax, you know?
Yes. Yes, I think you should.
I'd like if you joined me.
I know I could really
use the company.
We could make dinner,
drink some wine, relax.
You know, go over the new plan
and then come Monday morning,
we'll start anew, you know?
Well, yeah.
That sounds great.
Yes, I'd love to.
Good.
I haven't seen the cottage
yet, you know.
Okay, well, hasta manana.
Running short on suspects, Anna.
Know what I think?
She provoked him.
She didn't expect
things to go that far,
but she wanted grounds
for divorce, and
a big settlement, of course.
But she didn't break any laws,
and his prints are on the gun.
It's a suicide.
I couldn't do
what you're doing,
Julia.
You already are.
You know what I mean.
I wasn't born with that.
Yeah, well,
look where it got me.
I have a man trying to kill me.
But please, Julia.
Don't do anything...
Don't worry.
It's gonna be fine.
Now I need you to go set up
and show me how brave you are.
Okay.
Yes, o.k. o.k. o.k.
Alvaro needs back-up
in the Pyrenees.
When?
4 p.m., details will come later.
There goes our weekend...
It had to be him.
He's crossing all the lines.
Exactly.
Hello? Anybody home?
Yeah, come on in.
I'll be right out.
Hi. You got here early.
No traffic.
Want to go for a walk?
Oh, I'd love to, yes. Sure.
See your domain, huh?
Okay, let me go get my jacket.
Easy to appreciate.
Yeah, the only thing
that changes is the time
of year you look at it.
Matt used to love it up here.
Especially the sunsets.
I'm sure.
What do you think
of Matt's last words?
Last words?
On the video.
Jimenez didn't show it to you?
No. No, Jimenez didn't.
It doesn't matter.
So what did you see
on the video?
I told you,
I didn't see the video.
Where the fuck are you going
with this, Julia?
Let's just go back
to the cottage.
No.
I would rather stay here
with the view.
So what did you see
on the video?
I saw a man that looked
exactly like you.
You know, Matt had that gun.
Why is that gun
being pointed at me,
Trevor?
You know.
I know what?
You know enough to put me away.
And who said I'm gonna tell?
Start walking.
It was you.
Yes, I went to the condo.
I saw your stupid,
fucked-up husband.
He didn't even have the guts
to kill himself.
It wasn't difficult
to give him his gun back.
Say bye-bye and
take two steps backwards.
Trevor!
It's over! Drop the weapon.
Do you see this?
This is what you used
on my fucked-up husband.
Drop the weapon now!
I'm recording everything.
Now! Drop it!
I'd be careful
where I go with this,
Alvaro.
Remember our little meeting
on the bluffs,
where you took the money
and agreed to kill Xavi
and take out Julia?
You're trying to place me
where I wasn't, Trevor.
No, no. I'm just telling you
I have a collection of
very interesting recordings.
Can you prove it?
Of course.
Isn't it
just like Trevor Jones
to cover his hairy ass?
Now, who should
we be killing here,
Alvaro, huh?
You arrest me,
and we'll be taking showers
together in the morning,
passing the fucking soap.
Don't believe him, Alvaro.
It's obvious she has to go.
I'm sorry, Julia.
But now it's about my life.
Don't.
I'm not going to push you.
You know that I bury my bodies.
No!
Fuck! Where the fuck is she?
I don't know.
Let's go.
Where'd she go?
Well, where is she?
On your fucking knees.
On your fucking knees!
One chance, or you will die.
Where is the recording?
Walk about 10 metres.
I'll be starting to fire,
like I caught you chasing Julia.
I'll get them.
I'll burn them!
Just don't shoot, okay?
Where?
Where are they?
In my fucking office
in the fucking safe.
What else do you fucking want?
Julia...
You wouldn't.
What happened?
Mrs McKay?
Are you okay, Julia?
Where is Alvaro?
It's okay.
Stay with her, you come with me.
Julia. Julia.
You're a brave girl.
Thank you. See you
in a minute, okay?
"Julia, Congratulations!
Don't spend it all
in one restaurant! Chuck"
* You're not the same
* This is not your pain
* You know one cares
* You cannot be yourself
* Baby, just recall
those conversations
* Trying to change the situation
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* You know there's
something wrong
* You feel today
is just another day
* You need to stay
but you're so far away
* Baby, just recall
those conversations
* I can change the situation
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* You know there's
something wrong
* 'Cause today
you should get away
* You mother thinks
you should've said
* All the words I can't forget
* Dismal feelings ain't the same
* Your mistakes,
but in your face
* You can't be the one
that's left today
* You're not the same
* This is not your pain
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* You know there's
something wrong
* Baby, you can take
your contradictions
* Now it's time to get away
from all the things that
you regret
* All the words I can't forget *
Hey,
I'll see you in hell, baby.
* I am
* Feeling this
* Sensation
* Again
* And I
* Don't like it at all
* It makes me feel
* Doubtful
* So was my pride
* Yeah, yeah
* There's no
* Need to cry
* Should
* You should
* Go on
* Or should I have
* Acted cold
* Is it right
* Or enough
Excuse me.
Hi, honey, you were great.
You think so?
What about the clients?
They loved it.
You were fantastic.
Look, I gotta go.
I'll see you at the party.
Love you.
* Loving you
* Is hard to do
* All I want
* Is a heart that is true
Hey, how you doing?
Hey. Hey.
I'll just... Great.
Hi, hon. Hey.
What do you want me
to do with that?
Take a sip.
Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,
if I could just
have your attention
for a moment, please.
I am sorry to interrupt
this great party and...
It is a great party, isn't it?
Yes, yes.
And I know
you would like to show
your appreciation
for the man
who has made
this all possible,
created
this wonderful company,
this wonderful organisation,
this great building.
Ladies and gentlemen,
our friend and our boss,
Matthew McKay.
Hey, everybody,
a small hand for
Trevor Jones.
No, no. A small hand.
Small. Small.
It's nice to know
that the lure of free booze
still gets the employees
to do that hard overtime.
Yeah.
Hey, I even got
a full day's work
out of brother Bobby.
Put a few more hours in the day,
we could've fixed
the Sistine Chapel too,
big brother.
Screw that guy.
He didn't have a deadline.
But you guys met yours.
Yes, yes.
You guys are great!
Uh, let's see.
Who else have I
gotta thank?
Oh! Oh, the beautiful,
talented, partner of mine,
the president
of Client Coordination.
Julia, you're so sexy.
Julia!
You and I.
You know, Julia and I
started this ad agency
with a few pesetas
in our pockets
and a prayer in our hearts
and look at us now.
Wow.
Clients, they keep asking me,
"Hey, Matt,
"how come your shit
always looks so great?"
The answer's always the same.
It's you guys.
Now, with the new JetAir ad,
we got the potential
Sony campaign,
and what is the...
The Hugo Boss.
All with big,
fat-ass budgets,
I might add.
We are becoming
the hottest agency
in this town!
Yeah!
Yes!
All right, enough! Get drunk!
Yeah.
Well said. Well said.
Hey, Trevor! Hi.
You doing okay? Yeah.
Hey. Hey.
What are you doing up here?
Down there's where
you're gonna get laid.
No, thank you very much.
All they want is
shorter hours, higher wages
and a chance to move up
in the agency.
Not worth the trouble.
Right.
Yeah.
Hey, dude. Thanks.
Great job, man. Great job.
Sure.
Trevor, what?
What about my agreement?
Jesus Christ,
everybody wants
a piece of me.
I need a clone, Trevor.
Clones are illegal
and expensive.
Besides,
that would just give me
two children to mind.
Ooh.
Sign my agreement.
You won't be so overworked.
Oh, yeah?
You're sure about that?
My personal pledge.
You know, the agreement's
been ready for weeks.
Julia's signed it.
Now it's just up to you.
Maybe I should move on.
Oh. Maybe.
What does the contract
say again?
You know what it says.
The fine print.
There is no fine print, Matthew.
It's simple. A single page.
I get 25% of the agency.
Okay.
I'll take a look at it tomorrow.
Yeah. Yeah, that's a promise.
Hi. Hey.
You made it.
Yeah.
I made it back in one piece.
Trevor.
You rang?
I'm so hungover.
It's this annual accounting.
Are these credit card
statements right?
Well, these are Julia's.
You'll have to ask her.
I know the cost
of wine and dine,
but 130,000 Euros,
that's more than
a few good meals.
Has Accounting seen that?
Just say no.
Not yet.
Listen, we can...
We can deduct a slice of this,
but not the whole damn pie.
Okay, bury them
for a few days,
will you?
Uh-huh.
Trevor?
What is she spending it on?
How about entertaining clients?
You're getting
more aggressive every day.
Yeah, well,
stress is a great motivator.
That stupid
expense report again?
I know. I wanted it to come
after the anniversary.
It's like, I put
so much time and money
into this, you know?
I just don't want the surprise
to be ruined.
How many years now? Seven.
Wow, lucky year! I know.
Hi! Hi!
Oh!
How are you?
Fine. You look good.
Thanks.
How's our sexy man doing today?
Oh, your sexy man is just great.
What's he doing here?
I don't know.
Hi, hon.
Who's your boyfriend?
He's a local tennis pro here.
Tennis pro?
What's his name?
Juan.
Don Juan? Mr Don Juan. Hi.
That's all right. Why don't
you go practise your forehand
in the goddamn can,
Don Juan?
Excuse me, ladies.
Excuse me, lady.
Hey, Eva, how you doing? Hi.
Listen, I'm glad you're here,
I've got a couple questions.
One hundred
and thirty thousand
in cash withdrawals.
What the fuck is that, Julia?
You know what, Eva?
Why don't you
go back to the office
and pick us up some lunch?
Yeah, sure.
Yeah, lunch.
You can answer me
some questions about
thousands and thousands.
You are completely drunk.
I just had
a couple drinks, okay?
Just answer me this question.
Look at this.
Thousands in lunches
in the Pyrenees.
What's in the Pyrenees?
It's a client perk programme
that I'm working on.
I actually think
you'd be proud of it.
Answer my fucking question,
will you?
I'll see you at home.
What's in the Pyrenees?
Julia?
How are you?
I'm good, how are you?
You're looking great, Julia.
Thank you.
So you got a beer for me?
Of course.
We're almost done right now.
What have we here?
Could send a man
over the edge.
What do you think, Alvaro?
It does tell a story.
It certainly tells
the first chapter.
I have the distinct feeling
things are going
to change around here.
They say the higher you climb,
the more people see your arse.
That's never bothered me.
I always figured
the pleasure was theirs.
Where were you?
I was in a meeting.
I left you a message.
That was three hours ago.
The meeting was long
and there was
a lot of traffic.
Yeah.
Matt, what's wrong with you?
What?
I don't know.
What's wrong with me?
It's like you're acting crazy.
Baby, I'm your wife. Talk to me.
Can we talk?
Please. Yes. Yeah? Okay.
Well, I'm talking
about the Don Juan,
the tennis pro.
I'm talking about lunches
in the Pyrenees.
I'm talking about
130-fucking-thousand.
I thought we went
through this already.
Shut up.
Shut up?
Yeah.
So why'd you take my money? Huh?
Did I take it? No.
Did I use it?
Yes. Oh, you used it.
Okay.
Come here.
Stop. No. Stop,
you're scaring me.
Matt, stop it.
Stop it!
Just do one thing.
Just tell me the truth.
Can you do that? Can you?
Can you... Can you do that? Yes.
Go away, go away.
You fucking...
Matt, you just hit her, man.
Yeah.
It's not like Xavi here
did a job on her, right?
I'm in a bad spot, bro.
Where does it end?
It'll settle itself, man.
That's how it always ends.
Bad spot.
Just lay off her face, bro.
She's a good-looking gal
and we don't need the bruises.
Matt, come on.
Let's go to the bathroom.
Yeah.
Come on.
Maybe you should call.
Tell him he has to apologise
before you'll come back.
I can't trust him.
It's like he's become obsessed.
Trust and obsession
don't make a good mix,
do they?
No, they don't.
Men bullshit like that
all the time.
They think that
acting jealous will
make us believe
they're not cheating themselves.
Maybe he's having the affair,
and to cover himself,
he's accusing you.
Men are such idiots.
Matt would never do
something like that.
And he'd never hit you, either?
Hey, Miguel. Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
You sounded upset on the phone.
Is everything okay?
No.
It's not okay.
Let's just finish this.
I don't know what to do.
He's changed.
He's gone crazy.
It's like a side of him
I've never even seen before.
I don't even know who he is.
Matthew.
As you ordered.
Your wife, entertaining clients.
And,
partnership agreement.
To be signed.
Did I or did I not
give you my word?
Matthew?
Matthew!
Fuck you!
Yeah!
Yeah! What...
What the fuck
are you waiting for?
Come on!
Who is he?
Are you following me?
Who is he?
Where'd you get those?
Those pictures aren't
what you think.
Wind down the window.
No.
Come on, open the door.
No, you're acting crazy, Matt.
Open the door.
No.
Okay.
What the fuck
are you doing, Matt?
Huh?
Stop!
Stop! Don't you
trust me, Matt?
Trust?
Trust?
Why are you
acting like this?
I'll show you trust, baby!
Those pictures are not
what they look like!
He's an architect! He's gay!
He's gay!
I hired him
to build a cottage for us.
It was gonna be
a surprise for you.
I don't believe you.
We're gonna die!
Stop! Fucking stop, Matt!
It was gonna be for us.
Why are you doing this?
I don't believe you!
Watch out!
Please! Please!
Please stop!
Just pull over
and let me out
of the fucking car!
Get out of the way!
Watch out!
Baby, please!
I'm begging you!
Maybe you should drive.
No, please,
I'm begging you!
Please!
Yeah! Let me see
what you can do!
Baby, stop!
Help! That's it!
Let me out of the car,
Matt! Pull over!
Watch out!
Let me out of the fucking car!
Till death do us part!
Watch out!
Hi.
Advice, honey.
Two words.
Restraining order.
Where the hell have you been?
You have no idea
what we had to go through
to get you out of here.
This is serious, Matthew.
You're both lucky to be alive.
Yeah, I heard
she's in a hospital.
Where?
And she's filed
a restraining order.
Now with both of you gone,
I am running the agency,
so you either sign this,
or I am gone and...
Which hospital?
She's filed a restraining order.
I haven't seen one.
Have you?
Where?
Hospital de Barcelona.
Let's go. What? Me?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
You're on your own.
Back off.
Security, we have a
visitor out of control.
Third floor, east wing.
Good... there, down the hall.
Sir, come with us please.
Hi, this is Julia.
Leave a message and
I'll call you back. Thanks.
Hey, baby.
It's me.
Pick up the phone. Pick it up!
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
You were right. I was wrong.
I need you, baby.
I need you.
I'm going to join AA,
I'm gonna go clean.
I mean, this is ruining
my life, you know.
It's ruining our life.
I need you, baby.
You're my addiction.
Call me.
I'm going to join AA,
I'm gonna go clean.
I mean, this is ruining
my life, you know.
It's ruining our life.
I need you, baby.
You're my addiction.
Call me.
I can just see it
sliding here, bro.
Did you know MC Systems
wants to reconsider
their offer, Matt?
When was the last time
that you screwed up
a presentation, bro?
Hmm? Oh, you don't remember?
The last time Julia left.
Man, I can see the walls
are just coming down
around us, Matt.
And you and I are
the only ones picking
up the pieces, bro.
Yeah. You see a lot
of fucking things, Bobby.
Yeah. I'm just seeing
what's out there, Matt.
Nothing you haven't seen
before, right?
Right.
Man, she should just
fucking vanish. Poof!
Thin air. Bye-bye. Yeah.
It's your decision, bro.
It's your call.
Yeah.
The pizza guy.
Yeah.
Xavi would do it.
Xavi would definitely do it.
It's your call, Matt.
Okay.
Just do it.
Matt. What?
You're making
the right decision, bro.
Alvaro, it's Trevor.
Do you know a guy called Xavi?
No, he... He feeds Bobby McKay.
Description? No, sorry,
I don't have one.
But I know where he hangs out.
And he calls himself Pizza Man.
Oh. Okay.
I'll call you from the car.
I know this Xavi.
He's an old raider.
A real bad one.
You walk the streets,
I walk the hallways,
life meets.
This was my gift
to Matt McKay
three years ago
when we landed a large account.
He pushed a round in,
fired a shot in the air.
The chandelier
came crashing down, smashed
into a thousand pieces.
He likes to start a campaign
with a bang.
Matt wants to kill his old lady.
Why?
She sleeps with her poodle.
You don't need personal stuff.
All you need to know
is that Xavi will see
that it happens.
Do you know what
this gun is for?
If she goes down
with rounds
from this gun,
and this gun is found
in Matt's possession...
You follow?
Ballistics would nail him.
So I get to her,
and you get to him.
Mmm-hmm. Simple.
You squeeze off the shots,
give me back the gun,
I return my gift...
Life goes on.
Life takes a turn.
And Xavi?
Well, you have to make sure
you get to her before he does.
We don't want fucking Xavi
screwing up the world now,
do we?
What if McKay looks for his gun?
Well, there's another one
there just like it.
Don't you hate to buy
a gift for someone and
not get one for yourself?
It comes in handy sometimes.
You are one
son of a bitch, Trevor.
I like to think we're sons
of the same bitch, Alvaro.
Hello!
Oh, let me see the ring.
Oh, my God!
Come on, guys.
Keep moving. Keep moving.
Do you have a shovel, Mrs McKay?
So you took those photos of me,
and then you discovered
my husband wanted to kill me?
I didn't see a reason
for you to die.
But you must leave here.
Others will come.
I believe you're
a practical woman,
Mrs McKay,
and perhaps
we can arrive at some
financial arrangement.
I can protect you.
Protect me? How?
Mrs McKay, you were
on your knees.
Either he kills you or...
I can't.
I can't kill.
You will die then, no doubt.
But if you wish
to think it over...
Who are you really?
Just a man who appreciates
the gifts of others.
My brother's the curator
for a museum in Madrid.
My sister's an artist,
and her paintings hang
in the galleries of Barcelona.
It is unfortunate
when art
is abused.
And a tragedy when
such beauty is destroyed.
If I decide to do this,
is it possible
that you tell my husband
that I was killed
and then I could surprise him
a couple days later?
Is that possible?
Of course.
What's a life worth, Mrs McKay?
Any problems?
No. No problems.
How was it?
Two shots. In the woods.
Put out a missing report.
I doubt we'll find her.
It's clean.
Let's go back to my place.
Yeah.
Matt, I just got word from Xavi.
Xavi? What'd he do now?
I don't know, Matt.
He didn't go into details.
Yeah, details...
Look... Wait...
Wait, wait, wait.
No...
No, I... I didn't
want her to suffer.
I told you, Xavi's a pro.
He didn't go after her
to make a meal of this.
She went quick, Matt.
Did she say anything
before she went, Bobby?
I'm in a fucking bar, okay?
And I told you
I just got the word,
but I don't have
any of the details.
But that's it. She's gone.
Listen, Matt.
You gotta stay cool.
You don't want to know
anything here, bro. Okay?
You gotta stay calm.
You're going to be
questioned about this, Matt,
and so will I.
The last thing we need is
the details running around
in our minds
when the fucking cops
are in our face.
The less we know,
the better we look.
You're going to feel
a lot better about this
in the morning. All right?
Wait.
No. What? Yeah.
Hi, this is Julia.
Leave a message and
I'll call you back. Thanks.
Hey, Julia, pick up the phone.
Pick it up. It's me.
Fucking Bobby's gone insane.
He's saying that you fucking...
I don't know,
you went somewhere.
Anyway, it's important.
Call me. I love you.
Hello?
Hey, Trevor.
Matthew, what's happening?
I... I did something...
And now, I'm going to do
something else.
What are you talking about?
Julia. She went somewhere.
Where? Where did she go?
She went somewhere.
Matthew,
will you please tell me
what's going on?
I got my gun in my hand.
And I'm gonna blow
my fucking brains out.
Matthew, listen to me.
Put the gun down.
Do you hear me?
I'm coming right over.
Just... Just put
the gun away, okay?
I'm on the way.
Yeah? Huh?
Yeah?
Yeah, I'll call her.
I'll fucking call her.
Hi, this is Julia.
Leave a message and
I'll call you back. Thanks.
Julia, hey.
Why don't you pick up
the fucking phone,
you bitch?
Huh?
I'm just kidding.
It's really important because
I've got my gun in my hand.
I never fired a gun
before, you know.
I love you.
He seemed fine
when I spoke to him
on the telephone last night.
But, well,
he had been separated
from his wife recently.
That's, uh, Julia.
It's so complicated.
They... Recently,
there seemed to be tension.
Hi, I'm Julia McKay.
Detective Jimenez.
Where's my husband?
Someone called
and they said that
there was an accident.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God! No!
Please! Please!
What happened?
What's going on?
Wait!
Bitch! You knew
this would happen!
Hey! Wait a minute!
Wait! Stop it!
What's going on?
Oh, my God...
You have to speak to her.
I know these are
difficult times, senora,
but we will need
your statement.
When you are ready.
I can't.
Trevor, please tell me
what's going on.
Julia, I'm sorry, so sorry.
Maria. Xavi.
I don't know.
Xavi? MAN: No!
Fuck!
What?
You gave me the gun.
You told me the job
was done.
Xavi never showed.
I questioned
your information
on that point.
Why did you lie to me?
Xavi never showed?
Well, Xavi always shows!
He's a show-up
fucking kind of guy!
Did you kill him and
take a higher price
from her?
I have a question for you
of a more serious nature.
McKay shot himself
with his own gun,
they believe.
Did you have time
to replace his gun?
Or did he use yours?
Where were you between
midnight and 1:00 a.m.
that morning?
I'm sure ballistics
will tell in the end.
Wherever you were, don't worry.
Your secret is safe with me.
I gave you a down payment!
I'll return it.
But if you use it to touch
one hair on her head,
it will be the last
living thing you do.
Here's your money.
You bastard!
"Matthew McKay, owner
and CEO of American-owned
Advantage Advertising,
"one of the largest
advertising agencies
in Barcelona..."
McKay. M-C-K-A-Y.
"McKay, the recipient
of several prominent awards,
"considered
one of the stars of
the advertising industry..."
"Police were led to his
residence after his cleaning
lady discovered the body.
"The death appears
to be a suicide."
Suicide.
"But an investigation
is now underway
by Barcelona police."
What's his key man policy worth?
Not good.
Five million.
Yep. Let's pray it's a suicide.
Julia, do you have a moment?
Yeah, please.
Listen, I know
this is probably
not a great time,
and there is
no delicate way
to put this,
but we are in the middle
of campaigns, shoots,
product planning, development.
The clients are calling.
They want to know
what's going on.
If we don't find
a replacement for Matt
right away,
we could lose them all.
Well, perhaps this can wait.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no.
Can you give me a list
of the possible candidates?
Of course.
I hear Frankie Barrera
is unhappy at Baseline.
You're right.
The crying is over
and I'll get through it.
We'll get through this
together, Julia.
All right, come on.
Let's go tell the troops
that everything's
going to be okay.
Inspector Jimenez,
the man had a life insurance
policy worth five million.
My company just wants
to know if this is being
ruled a suicide.
Not yet.
Not yet?
With all due respect,
the man shot himself.
When you shoot yourself,
you die alone.
And he died alone.
What could possibly
be the deal here?
The deal is you
keep your foot
off my floor
and wait until
I complete my investigation.
Okay?
Mrs McKay,
your husband's death
appears to be a suicide.
But we are obligated
to investigate further
when a shooting is involved.
I understand.
We retrieved a video message
from the memory card
of your husband's PDA phone.
It's for you.
Julia,
a lying,
cheating,
bitch.
I love you.
You're a whore. You...
Fuck you.
Hey,
I'll see you in hell, baby.
Oh, my God.
It goes on after that,
then just ends.
It cuts out before
he shot himself.
I don't know who he is.
He's being crazy.
He's not the man I married.
Did you have contact
with your husband yesterday?
No. He left me a message
on my cell phone.
And he threatened me.
I hung up before it finished.
What time was that?
It was around 1:00 a.m.
You have seen this before?
Yes.
Your husband believed
you were involved
with this man.
These pictures aren't
what they seem.
He's an architect.
His name is Miguel.
I hired him to help me
restore the cabin
I was going to surprise
my husband with as a gift.
And you told him this?
Yeah. He didn't believe me.
He got violent with me,
so I left.
Am I a suspect, Detective?
My point is,
your actions may have led
to your husband's death.
And the man in this picture?
His partner is
my tennis instructor.
A male instructor.
I'm sure if you stop by
the house they share,
they'll give you
any information you want.
Would you like the address?
No, that won't be necessary.
As I said,
we are looking
at a suicide.
I will call you
if I see it differently.
Thank you, Mrs McKay.
Good girl.
You're walking away.
It's best we not be seen
by my colleagues.
What do you think happened?
You like to
surprise your husband
in unusual ways.
Evidently, he didn't like
what he heard.
He wanted to die.
I imagine he had some problems.
You're a dirty cop
who preys on his victims.
You are fortunate to be
walking beside me today.
There's a Detective Jimenez.
He just showed me a video,
my husband's PDA.
It was his last living moment
before he killed himself.
He addressed it to me,
but I need to see it again.
Can you please help me?
That would be in Homicide.
You don't strike me as a man
having trouble getting around.
Mrs McKay, you shouldn't...
Julia.
Please, call me Julia.
You should let
the investigation take
its course, Julia.
If it helps you through
this difficult time,
I'll see about the video.
Thank you, Alvaro.
Okay.
I'll see you in hell, baby.
You got time to take
a look at something...
Sorry.
It's a mess,
but the bulk will
soon be gone.
Look.
I was about to pack this.
Julia, I've been to the movies.
A microphone.
Listen, put this back
where it was.
All I need you to get
is the photos and
the press clippings.
Leave everything else as is.
This is serious.
You did good. Thank you.
All right, I have to go.
I have to see the man
about insurance.
Okay.
Hi. Mrs McKay.
My sympathies.
Please. Late breakfast?
Early lunch?
No, thanks. I'm short for time.
Well, as you know,
I'm the keeper of
your key man policy,
and I'm here
to monitor the results
of the investigation...
Yes.
...to ensure that
should events take a turn
for the better... The better?
Should your husband's death
not be ruled a suicide,
my company
will pay the benefit,
which is five million euros.
I'm aware of the policy,
but the benefits
aren't of my concern.
It's how I'm going
to sleep at night.
My interest in
the investigation is solely to
please my client, Mrs McKay.
Now your performance
in the interrogation room
was quite convincing.
Do you have
any other thoughts
to offer?
I'm sure it'd please you
and your company
if my husband's death
was ruled a suicide,
therefore you wouldn't
have to pay off the policy.
Mrs McKay, please...
Chuck, right?
Do you mind if I call you Chuck?
I know it must be difficult
for you to deal with
my tragedy.
But I am determined
to find out if this was
a murder or a suicide,
and to tell you the truth,
Chuck, I hope it is a murder.
Mrs McKay,
you're gonna give me
indigestion here.
To all of you, my sympathies.
I am Natalia Mylar
and I am presiding over
the probate period.
It is not my intention or
position to question the lack
of propriety in this matter,
but from a formal standpoint,
there's little to review,
as Matthew McKay left behind
no formal will.
I hereby declare
that the assets, the estate,
and all its contents
be left to his legal spouse,
Julia McKay.
Thank you for attending.
I know how Matt took care
of you all of these years,
and I fully approved of it.
Nothing will change, Rose.
Thank you.
Eva, can I speak with you,
please?
It's been such a crazy day.
Everything's so up in the air,
you know?
- You did a great job in here.
- Thank you.
I'm really looking forward
to moving to this office.
The boss
with the big cojones
gets the corner.
But you seem a bit distracted.
Can I tell you something
in confidence?
Sure.
They found a video
on the table
at the condo.
It was on Matt's PDA.
It was left running.
It was his last living moments.
And they also saw
something else on it.
On the video?
The video kept running for,
like, five more minutes
after he left me the message.
There was someone else
in the condo that night.
No.
I have a copy of it
in the editing room.
I don't know who it was,
but the police
have a copy, too.
So someone else
was in the room
when he shot himself?
Yeah, but
he must've shot himself
after the PDA ran out
because there was
no gunshot on it.
My God, Julia.
Look, I don't mean
to put this on you,
it's just that I have
no one else to tell
and you're my only friend.
I'll let you
get back to work.
I know you're busy.
No, it's okay.
I'm just opening a lot of
those sympathy cards.
I'm gonna stay
in the office late tonight.
I have a lot of
catching up to do.
But if it's okay with you,
I'd like to stay at your house
because I don't want
to go back to the condo.
Yeah. I better catch up myself.
Thanks, Eva.
How's homicide?
Homicide's homicide.
One day, if you're lucky,
you'll work with the dead.
Better than working with
the scum that should be dead.
You don't want to be
among corpses too soon.
No.
The bitch drained
our family, man.
Bobby, will you calm down?
What are you talking about?
Matt didn't have a will, Trevor.
Well, did you expect him to?
She took
the fucking cars,
too, man.
Bobby, that was just Matt's way.
He expected to live forever.
She needs to chill, Trevor.
Yes, perhaps she does,
but, Bobby, so do you.
Let's go talk about this
in my office.
Hello, Julia.
Hi. I really need to see you.
I'm leaving the office now
and I was hoping that
we could meet up.
It's about Trevor.
Yep. Julia?
Hello?
Shit!
Requesting back-up,
723 Diagonal Avenue.
Advantage Ad Agency,
requesting back-up, thank you.
What's the matter, Julia?
You looking for a way down?
I know of one.
Over the top.
I've got her.
Get the car,
I'll be right down.
Hey, did you hear?
I hear Julia had
this terrible accident.
Or was it suicide?
Maybe something just
drove her to it, huh?
Come here, you stupid bitch!
Are you scared?
No! Help me! Someone!
Help! No, please don't.
Please don't do it.
No, please.
This little piggy
went to the market...
And this little piggy
fell off the roof.
No, please.
Excuse me.
There's a body in the alley,
two others left in a car.
Anyone else?
Don't think so.
So now you're in the
advertising business?
Guy in back is Bobby McKay,
on my radar for trafficking.
He works here.
She was the target.
I'll hear your statement later.
Thank you.
I called you because
I saw the video.
There was someone else
in the room.
I found a microphone
in Matt's office.
Trevor was monitoring
his calls right before
he died.
You think Trevor
was in the condo?
I left the videotape out
and he took it.
Now he knows that I know
someone else was in the house.
You think he wants to kill you?
If he knows that I know
someone else was in the house
and I think it was him,
yes.
Can you describe Trevor's car?
An Audi sedan. Why?
There's an Audi sedan parked
300 metres behind you.
I can't see who's inside,
but we can walk that way
and see if it moves.
Do you believe me now?
We have to stop him
before he stops you.
Should we work on this together?
Jimenez wants to make peace.
I guess he figures
you'll get this anyway,
ballistics and gun registration.
Matt McKay was
killed with his own gun.
Thank you, Anna.
Julia, it's time to proceed.
Look, I know
I've been a bitch lately
and I haven't been
listening to you,
and I want to.
I'd like it if we could
sit back down
and go over the clients
and review company policy.
Well, yeah.
That would be great, yes.
I'd like to very much.
Well, I think that
this weekend I'm gonna
go away to the cottage
and just relax, you know?
Yes. Yes, I think you should.
I'd like if you joined me.
I know I could really
use the company.
We could make dinner,
drink some wine, relax.
You know, go over the new plan
and then come Monday morning,
we'll start anew, you know?
Well, yeah.
That sounds great.
Yes, I'd love to.
Good.
I haven't seen the cottage
yet, you know.
Okay, well, hasta manana.
Running short on suspects, Anna.
Know what I think?
She provoked him.
She didn't expect
things to go that far,
but she wanted grounds
for divorce, and
a big settlement, of course.
But she didn't break any laws,
and his prints are on the gun.
It's a suicide.
I couldn't do
what you're doing,
Julia.
You already are.
You know what I mean.
I wasn't born with that.
Yeah, well,
look where it got me.
I have a man trying to kill me.
But please, Julia.
Don't do anything...
Don't worry.
It's gonna be fine.
Now I need you to go set up
and show me how brave you are.
Okay.
Yes, o.k. o.k. o.k.
Alvaro needs back-up
in the Pyrenees.
When?
4 p.m., details will come later.
There goes our weekend...
It had to be him.
He's crossing all the lines.
Exactly.
Hello? Anybody home?
Yeah, come on in.
I'll be right out.
Hi. You got here early.
No traffic.
Want to go for a walk?
Oh, I'd love to, yes. Sure.
See your domain, huh?
Okay, let me go get my jacket.
Easy to appreciate.
Yeah, the only thing
that changes is the time
of year you look at it.
Matt used to love it up here.
Especially the sunsets.
I'm sure.
What do you think
of Matt's last words?
Last words?
On the video.
Jimenez didn't show it to you?
No. No, Jimenez didn't.
It doesn't matter.
So what did you see
on the video?
I told you,
I didn't see the video.
Where the fuck are you going
with this, Julia?
Let's just go back
to the cottage.
No.
I would rather stay here
with the view.
So what did you see
on the video?
I saw a man that looked
exactly like you.
You know, Matt had that gun.
Why is that gun
being pointed at me,
Trevor?
You know.
I know what?
You know enough to put me away.
And who said I'm gonna tell?
Start walking.
It was you.
Yes, I went to the condo.
I saw your stupid,
fucked-up husband.
He didn't even have the guts
to kill himself.
It wasn't difficult
to give him his gun back.
Say bye-bye and
take two steps backwards.
Trevor!
It's over! Drop the weapon.
Do you see this?
This is what you used
on my fucked-up husband.
Drop the weapon now!
I'm recording everything.
Now! Drop it!
I'd be careful
where I go with this,
Alvaro.
Remember our little meeting
on the bluffs,
where you took the money
and agreed to kill Xavi
and take out Julia?
You're trying to place me
where I wasn't, Trevor.
No, no. I'm just telling you
I have a collection of
very interesting recordings.
Can you prove it?
Of course.
Isn't it
just like Trevor Jones
to cover his hairy ass?
Now, who should
we be killing here,
Alvaro, huh?
You arrest me,
and we'll be taking showers
together in the morning,
passing the fucking soap.
Don't believe him, Alvaro.
It's obvious she has to go.
I'm sorry, Julia.
But now it's about my life.
Don't.
I'm not going to push you.
You know that I bury my bodies.
No!
Fuck! Where the fuck is she?
I don't know.
Let's go.
Where'd she go?
Well, where is she?
On your fucking knees.
On your fucking knees!
One chance, or you will die.
Where is the recording?
Walk about 10 metres.
I'll be starting to fire,
like I caught you chasing Julia.
I'll get them.
I'll burn them!
Just don't shoot, okay?
Where?
Where are they?
In my fucking office
in the fucking safe.
What else do you fucking want?
Julia...
You wouldn't.
What happened?
Mrs McKay?
Are you okay, Julia?
Where is Alvaro?
It's okay.
Stay with her, you come with me.
Julia. Julia.
You're a brave girl.
Thank you. See you
in a minute, okay?
"Julia, Congratulations!
Don't spend it all
in one restaurant! Chuck"
* You're not the same
* This is not your pain
* You know one cares
* You cannot be yourself
* Baby, just recall
those conversations
* Trying to change the situation
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* You know there's
something wrong
* You feel today
is just another day
* You need to stay
but you're so far away
* Baby, just recall
those conversations
* I can change the situation
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* You know there's
something wrong
* 'Cause today
you should get away
* You mother thinks
you should've said
* All the words I can't forget
* Dismal feelings ain't the same
* Your mistakes,
but in your face
* You can't be the one
that's left today
* You're not the same
* This is not your pain
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* There's something wrong
* You know there's
something wrong
* Baby, you can take
your contradictions
* Now it's time to get away
from all the things that
you regret
* All the words I can't forget *