Masquerade

This film contains some strong language

YELLING

Drive!

Come on, Jack! Harder!

Ready about.

Hard alee!

YELLING

Cannonball is outpointing us.

Trimming jib sheet for speed now!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Come on!

I need more helm. Traveller up.

Get it up!

Watch the boom! Duck!

We got 'em. I think we got 'em.

Come on. Come on!

Hit it!

All right! Check it out!

Shit!

Be at four winds at 6.30.

Mr Morrison...

I won't spend money to lose!

It takes a long time to get a boat right.

I mean, she kicked ass to windward.

Yeah, she did that.

She'll be awesome when we get her tuned.

If I'm not in the poorhouse!

MUSIC AND CHATTER

Hi, Jillian.

Tim Whalen - Jillian Wyle.

Hi.

Well, I'm out of here.

Obsession'll be in the yard this summer.

Does anyone have a chauffeur's cottage or garage apartment for Tim?

I'll ask around.

Got to keep my captain happy.

This is the first summer I've looked forward to in years.

He really trusts me.

Who?

Your husband.

CG.

Thank God.

It's not that painful, is it?

No, that's the problem. It feels too good to stop.

You could always give it a try.

Mmm...

Maybe we should stop...

this.

Or maybe this.

Oh. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What?

You want your birthday present, don't you?

You remembered.

More than my husband did.

You want me to put these on?

I can't bite them off if you don't.

Olivia Lawrence. >

Marjorie Little.

Kathleen Monahan.

Hey, Liv!

Mike!

How are you? Get in.

POLICE RADIO CALLS

What's this?

I'm a cop.

Yeah, I can see that.

I thought you were going to study law.

I did. I worked my little buns off.

Took the state police forensics course,

and now I am the law. When did you get in?

Last night.

You seen anybody?

No, I've been in the house all day.

I'm sorry about your mom.

Thanks.

-RADIO:

-'Headquarters to two zero nine.'

That's me.

Two zero nine.

'Go to Le French Crepe, Main and Hampton. Theft of service. 10-4?'

10-4.

It's a ditch and dine. I gotta roll.

Summer's first major crime wave.

OK.

Yep. Launch dropped him off.

Two minutes later, boom!

Six people are dead. Harbour master said they never knew what hit 'em.

Your old man's a barrel of laughs(!)

Two or three propane explosions a year.

Why get killed because of a five-dollar piece of flexi-hose?

Let's take a look right now.

Thanks, Sam. And if he needs it, use it.

I heard Obsession will be in most of the summer.

Morrison's doing about 200,000 worth of work.

Jesus!

If I wasn't doing it, I'd swear his hot-shit captain was in for a taste.

He said to take my time, only use the best.

Maybe he likes it in the Hamptons.

I gotta go.

Ever meet him on the Southern Circuit?

Who's that?

Tim Whalen, Morrison's captain.

Ah, I heard of him. I never met him.

I know I've seen him somewhere.

Hey, are you coming to dinner this week?

How's Wednesday?

I'll tell your mother.

I'll see you later, Pop.

How you doing?

Hey, Tommy.

Captain.

I have some parts for you to look at.

May I please see your invitation, sir?

It's all right, Mike. He's with me.

Nice to see you, Mrs Morrison.

Hey, your name wasn't on the invitation list.

I'm crashing.

You look incredible.

Thank you.

Have one on me, OK?

OK.

BAND PLAYS JAZZ MUSIC

I understand you're teaching at the club?

I just started.

Well, my two little granddaughters already have mad crushes on you.

Oh, there's someone I want you to meet.

The Lawrence girl.

Terrible about her mother, huh? >

Olivia Lawrence, Tim Whalen.

And of course you know Brooke Morrison.

Hello, Mrs Morrison.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Well, Tim...

Dance with this young lady.

While Brooke and I gossip.

-Mrs Chase...

-Shhh. It'll be good for you.

Come along, Brooke, darling. >

MUSIC: "As Time Goes By"

Would you like to dance?

Who is the guy you were dancing with? Boyfriend?

No.

Good.

'Two zero nine. Headquarters to two zero nine.'

Two zero nine.

'Resume normal patrol until 0100. 10-4?'

10-4. I'll be there in ten minutes. Put some coffee on, OK, Bernadette?

'10-4.'

Have you ever been to the Hamptons before?

No. Mr Morrison's had Obsession down south since I've been on it.

You ever meet a man named Gateworth on the Southern Circuit?

Yeah, he's a real jerk. He's over at the bar.

He's my mother's last husband.

I guess I put my foot in my mouth, huh?

I should have worn my mint-flavoured shoes.

We had a beef in Bermuda. He rammed me coming into the harbour.

He shouldn't be allowed to tail a jib sheet.

You sail!

Since before I could walk.

Would you like to go out sometime?

On the water? Are you a member at the club?

Uh-huh.

Well, come down. I'm there every day.

APPLAUSE

Yes.

Time to go.

How about Wednesday?

Wednesday's great. Two o'clock?

OK.

Hi.

Looks like you two got along.

Yeah, she's a nice kid.

She's about the richest nice kid on the East Coast.

Really?

The only thing money's good for is to make a boat go faster.

Hi, Tony.

Hi... When did you get here, huh?

GATEWORTH CACKLES

That Tony Gateworth. He's drunk again.

He's never sober.

Well, well, well.

Please don't embarrass us both.

I'm not the one climbing all over boat niggers.

Tony!

When did you start chasing white trash?

I don't.

Whoop...

M'lady.

Save your breath, Olivia.

Forget the offer, I still say no!

I just want you to talk to Theodore Cantrell

and see what can be worked out.

You think I'll give up Aspen or Hobe Sound, or summers here?

< Forget it.

And anyway, my dear, you know...

your mother wanted me here with you.

You fooled her, but never me!

Hi! Anne Briscoe. You must be Tony's stepdaughter.

Yeah. Olivia Lawrence.

Darling, can you send someone to the cleaners for my dress?

Alberto will be happy to do it.

What is the princess's problem?

She's a little bitch.

Not only is Gateworth living off my money,

but he's trying to run my life.

Unfortunately, my dear, we drew up the will.

Unless he remarries, Mr Gateworth can't be kept out of the residences.

Maybe I should just buy a house.

You already own eight, Olivia. >

They're not mine if he can come and go as he pleases.

Key money?

How much income does he get from Mummy's estate?

228,000, last quarter.

If you marry and have a baby, your husband will be in this situation.

The child would inherit your estate,

and your husband would be well provided for.

Gateworth gets a million a year.

He won't need key money.

Apparently, it's not enough. >

He's hard up six weeks into the quarter.

How could he be?

You lose 112,000 in 3 days in Atlantic City,

you can probably use extra cash.

Would it be legal? Could he get back in?

Not if he signed a quitclaim against his right of occupancy.

Let's try it.

I'll see what I can do.

You realise, though, if he says no,

there's nothing we can do.

Boy, you really liked that movie, huh?

Oh, I loved that movie.

It's been ages since I went to the movies.

Yeah.

I feel like I'm 16 again.

Those were fun summers.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll...

..Graduate school, maybe travel for a while.

Try to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life.

Do you remember when we were 12?

The summer I taught you how to sail.

Uh...summer before that.

What you told your mom.

That we were going to get married when we grew up.

I guess some dreams don't die.

It's the wrong dream, Mike.

You're right.

OK, you little creeps, get out of here. I'll see you on Friday.

That was great!

That was boring.

I didn't think you'd come.

I didn't think I was going to.

Well, you're right on time, to the second.

It's a little problem I have, compulsive promptness.

I thought maybe we could take my boat out.

Great.

OK.

She's beautiful.

Yeah.

She's no Obsession, but she was Daddy's pride and joy.

When did he die?

When I was 12.

Mrs Morrison says your mother died recently?

Yeah, a couple of months ago.

Both my parents were killed in a plane crash eight years ago.

We should be getting back.

You want to take her?

Ready about.

Hard alee.

Want to grab a beer?

We can get one at my house.

Where do you live?

Dune Road. Longview Cottage.

Cute cottage.

My grandparents built it in '28.

They had a house in Bar Harbor

but Gramps got fed up with being alone most summers.

(Shit!)

Who's that?

Gateworth's girlfriend.

Anne Briscoe, Tim Whalen.

Hi.

How do you do?

I'm fine. Nice to meet you.

Just can't stay away from the help, huh, Olivia?

I won't listen to this, Tony.

Then YOU listen, ROMEO.

Keep sniffing around my stepdaughter and you'll be out of a job.

I am talking to Cantrell tomorrow.

Talk as much as you want. You won't get me out.

< I should get back to the club.

< Good idea!

Get back and hump Brooke Morrison.

Tony!

DOOR CLOSES

I'm sorry about that.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Would you like to have dinner sometime?

Go out?

Well, I'm not much of a cook.

Sure, I'd love to.

Friday?

OK.

Listen, about what Gateworth said...

That's none of my business.

I'm with Mr and Mrs Morrison a lot.

All I know is she's really in love with her husband.

MURMUR OF CONVERSATION

How long had you been on the Morning Star?

Three years. Skipper for the last two.

It was a good boat but I couldn't win with her.

When I was offered Obsession, I jumped at the chance.

You were awfully young to be on the helm, weren't you?

I was the youngest captain on the Southern Ocean Racing Circuit.

Do you race?

I've beaten every guy my age in Solings from Montauk to City Island.

Any ocean racing?

Nobody ever gave me a shot.

You'd be too much of a distraction.

SHE SQUEALS

All I really wanted to do was sail.

I barely lasted two semesters at college.

On my last day, I ferried a one-ton from Santa Barbara to Palm Beach.

Daddy would have really liked you.

She changed husbands as often as she changed cars.

She had...three in eight years.

But Gateworth, he was by far the worst.

What was she looking for?

I don't know. I think she wanted someone to love her for her.

(That was a really good movie.)

(Why are we whispering?)

I don't know. It sort of feels like we ought to.

Good night.

Your mother wanted me to keep an eye on you.

What I see would make her spin in her grave.

From the Virgin Mary to Mary Magdalene in under a month.

I don't want to talk about it.

Nor do I. I just want you to stop seeing him!

You'll embarrass me and the family.

Oh, I'll embarrass the family?

You've done that since you conned my mother into marrying you.

Don't you ever touch me!

I'm going away for the weekend.

When I get back, I want the boat nigger out of your life!

DOOR SLAMS

I hate him.

I really hate him!

Look on the bright side.

At least, we'll get to spend the weekend together.

Oh, at my house. I'll give the staff the weekend off.

God, I want to kiss you.

Public displays of affection are forbidden on club property.

CHEF CALLING OUT ORDERS

Sorry I'm late.

What do you know about him?

He's from California.

Both his parents are dead.

He has a married sister in San Francisco.

He loves sailing as much as I do. >

He's the first man I've ever been comfortable with.

We have too much money. You know that.

He doesn't care about that.

If he really doesn't, grab him!

Ones like that are as rare as your father.

It's important to establish a psychological dominance.

Once she sees you can handle me,

she'll be totally dependent on you.

Just be careful of that damn gun.

I'm not about to hurt the guy who is going to lay the golden egg.

Oh, come on, cheer up.

A year from now, the late Olivia Lawrence Whalen's

grieving husband and stepfather will both be on the Forbes 400.

I have a better idea.

Oh, well, I'd just love to hear it.

There's so much money. Maybe we should keep her around.

Forget it.

Look, I think the heat will be too much.

Think? No, I think. You perform.

The only way this deal goes south is if you fuck it up.

You want out? Fine, you're on the bus back to Palookaville.

I find another two-dollar gigolo.

Do you really think she'll fall for whoever you drag in?

She fell for you, didn't she?

Hey, we can get everything we want -

maybe more - by keeping her healthy.

I'll make it real simple!

You're either in now or you're out.

You think of fucking with me and she'll know your life story.

The real one. You got that?

Yeah, I got it.

Well, that's better...partner.

More coffee?

THUMP

What's that?

What's wrong?

I heard something.

Fucking little whore!

Bringing this garbage into your mother's house.

That's enough.

You shut the fuck up!

Give me the gun.

I told you to stay away, you prick!

Calm down. Nobody wants...

Maybe I'll just blow your...

For God sakes, Tony.

GUNSHOT

You fuh...

Is he...?

Call the police.

Oh, my God.

Do you...do you realise how this is going to look?

They'll think we planned this.

Yeah.

You've got to go.

You go, I'll call the police.

What will you say?

I don't know, I...

I'll... I'll say...

I'll say that, um...

I was here alone and...

and he came in, and I thought he was a burglar.

You just happened to have a gun?

Oh...

It's Tony's gun. I'll say I got it from his night table this afternoon.

There was nobody in the house -

It won't work.

It will work!

It was fired point blank. They can tell things like that.

Well then, I'll say that...

I'll say he tried to rape me.

No-one can prove I didn't do it.

Yes, they can!

How?

Guns leave a powder on your hand. They can tell you didn't fire one.

Let's just call the police and tell the truth.

Now you have to go.

There's no way they'll believe us if we both have...

..powder on our hands.

Oh, God, I'm going to be sick.

I love you.

And I love you.

Hi.

You're awfully late.

Yeah, I had to stay and settle 'em down.

I promised Abrams he'd get off the fore deck once Obsession is ready.

We don't get many nights together, you know.

I know. What can I do to make it up to you?

Taking off your clothes would be a good start.

POLICE RADIO

And he fell after you kicked him?

I grabbed the gun...

Gateworth's gun?

Uh-huh. And, um...

I got it from his room this afternoon.

Worried about the burglaries in the neighbourhood?

And the staff had the weekend off.

So I...

Oh, God!

Are you OK?

Yeah. Has he gone?

He's gone.

SHE SOBS

It was...it was just an accident.

It was...

What about the second shot?

I... It just went off.

My hand jerked.

OK, OK. It's OK.

I told you, I just have to ask.

He says he'll be gone a week.

He comes back at night, drunk, tries to attack you.

You were terrified.

Yes.

It'll have to go by the DA, but it'll be justifiable homicide.

Is there anywhere you want to go, anyone you want to call?

Yeah, I'd like to go to Holly's.

OK.

You listen to me.

Don't say anything to anyone except your attorney.

OK? You know the press. They'll be all over you.

I don't want you to have any problem with this, OK?

Gateworth sure wasn't worth it.

Thanks, Mike.

Come on.

Joe.

Please take Miss Lawrence to Holly Morgan's residence.

The detectives been here yet?

No.

Theodore Cantrell, Miss Lawrence's attorney.

You were the investigating officer?

Yes, sir. My chief, Ed Wells.

Lieutenant Wacker, Suffolk County Police Homicide.

Why wasn't Miss Lawrence arrested?

On the weapons charge?

I didn't arrest because the victim had a licence.

We saw the District Attorney this morning.

Unless there's new evidence, no charges will be filed.

I'm going upstairs.

Lieutenant.

I'll be outside.

Thank you.

The county police are letting us work this one alone.

I've known the Lawrence family all my life.

My father helped build this house.

Mr Cantrell, the DA doesn't want to see Olivia Lawrence's picture

adorning the National Enquirer. Neither do I.

< Know what I mean?

I was so scared.

If the DA goes along with this, we're home free.

He lay there for hours.

If anything goes wrong - anything - I'm coming forward.

That would be the worst thing to do.

It was self-defence.

They'd think we did it together, or you were lying.

This is going to ruin everything, isn't it?

It was an accident.

The only way it'll affect us is if we let it.

Sorry.

This was murder, and you're doing nothing.

There's not one scintilla of evidence against Miss Lawrence.

That is the most insane...! >

For Christ's sake, she shot him!

Look, Tony was no saint, but he... >

This isn't right. It's not right. >

Unfortunately, you're simply not in possession of all the facts.

Well, you'd better fill me in on all the facts

before I go to the State Attorney General.

Did you expect Mr Gateworth back at the Hamptons this weekend?

No. He wasn't meant to be back until Tuesday.

Were you aware he had made advances toward Miss Lawrence in the past?

Oh!

Oh, that's ridic...

What... Did she tell you that?

No, ma'am. Two members of the staff

observed incidents on separate occasions.

I don't believe it.

We do.

On the night that he died, Mr Gateworth returned very late,

entered his stepdaughter's bedroom and tried to rape her.

She defended herself.

He had a blood alcohol level of .15. He was quite drunk.

It doesn't make sense.

He hated her.

< Rape's a crime of violence, ma'am.

Not affection.

It's hot in here.

Mr Gateworth's death was regrettable.

But he wasn't murdered.

What about the boyfriend?

What boyfriend?

Her boyfriend.

You don't know about him?

It figures.

A professional sailor. Tony despised him.

What's his name?

I don't know! I only met him once.

But I'd sure as hell talk to him!

Know anything about a boyfriend?

No, sir. I'll check it out.

Jesus! Just what I needed.

Was there anything to indicate someone else had been in the house?

No, sir.

Alberto!

Alberto?

SHE GASPS

Hi, Mike.

Social call?

I wish it was.

You have a new boyfriend.

I shouldn't be telling you this.

Gateworth's girlfriend's kicking up a fuss.

Says he hated the guy you're seeing.

Do you have anything else to tell me about the other night?

I told you exactly what happened.

I don't think you told me everything.

I asked around.

You've been seeing a guy named Tim Whalen.

He has nothing to do with this.

You went that night to the Colombe d'Or.

So?

It was a late dinner. >

You didn't leave till after 10.

We got here by 10.30 and Tim left by 11.30.

Liv...

I know you couldn't kill anyone.

You're good. I give you that.

You're really good.

You had me fooled.

It wasn't like that.

Look, it's no contest.

I'm married and she's got 200 million.

You hit the jackpot.

Oh, you know I don't care about money.

I wouldn't believe you if you told me water was wet.

You stay away from me, all right?

One more thing.

I was out with Olivia the night Gateworth was killed.

The police may check on my whereabouts around midnight.

Are you crazy?

< Just tell them the truth.

That I was with you from 11.30 on.

Do you realise what will happen if this gets out?

Like I said, if it comes up,

tell the truth. That's what I'll do.

I don't have to get into that other stuff you told me. >

Get totally innocent guys involved.

You prick.

Brooke Morrison?! >

Whalen wouldn't name her, until I convinced him

that I thought he killed Gateworth.

And?

She confirmed it.

Was with him from 11.30 on.

You believe her?

She wanted to cause him problems.

He dumped her for the girl.

That's that.

Except for Anne Briscoe.

I told Mrs Morrison I'd try to keep her name out of it.

That shouldn't be a problem.

If Briscoe keeps her mouth shut.

Otherwise, we'll have to show her how we know he's not involved.

I'll say the case is closed.

I don't know if that'll do it.

< Suppose he did do it.

Suppose Gateworth was killed an hour earlier.

What are you trying to say? >

He walked in on 'em? >

Yeah. Ah...maybe.

And he and Gateworth got into some kind of beef.

Can you prove this?

Not yet.

Then I don't want to hear about it.

You grew up here, for Christ's sake. Do you need a picture?

No, sir.

All right.

He's absolutely perfect.

Aside from the fact that he's gorgeous,

and he's charmed the pants off the family,

he's obviously crazy about you.

And that's the only thing that really matters.

I love him.

No kidding.

Thanks, Uncle Charlie. You throw a great wedding.

Thanks for coming.

Thanks for inviting me.

Nice to meet you, Tim.

I'll get the car.

OK.

Your friend Tim made quite a hit.

I knew he would.

Then might I make a suggestion?

What kind?

Let me run a check on him.

I need him a lot more than he needs me.

All right.

Thanks. Bye.

So what's the Deerings' story?

Oh... Nina was two years ahead of me in school.

And...

SHE GIGGLES

Lex... Lex is a stuffed shirt.

He's the type who will meet somebody,

and then go home and check if they're in the Social Register.

Ahhh... She seemed nice.

Yes.

They had to get married.

Nobody has to get married today.

Catholics do.

All three of the Kaiser girls were shotgun.

Hmmm.

Daddy's right.

About what?

Champagne.

Oh, what'd he say?

Makes girls dance and drop their pants.

Here.

Oh!

Milk? Sugar?

< No.

Maybe a little something stronger?

No, thank you.

Look, Miss Briscoe...

No-one would rather pin Gateworth's murder on Whalen than me.

But I can't do a thing without proof.

SHE SCOFFS

Give me a break!

Nobody in this town is going to rock that little bitch's boat.

That's not true of me.

Oh yeah?

Well, I've got something.

But I'm going to the papers.

Let's see how she feels about that.

I really hope you don't do that.

If you have proof, going to the media

will prejudice a criminal prosecution.

I know everybody in this town.

I know the summer people, the winter people,

the poor people.

< So?

One of my "poor" friends was in Carlson's Diner the day Tony died.

Tony walked in,

sat with some young kid, and they had an argument.

Did your friend recognise this kid?

No, he never saw him before.

But he'd know him if he saw him again.

It was that sailor. I know it was him. >

So either you do something...

or I'm going to.

What's your friend's name?

Uh-uh.

You get that Keystone Kop chief to re-open the investigation,

I'll bring my friend in.

Marry me!

What did you say?

You heard me.

Olivia...

A simple yes would be fine.

You know I love you.

Oh, Jesus, forget it. Pretend I never said it.

There's nothing I'd rather do than marry you.

I just don't think you know enough about me.

You rob banks or something?

I bounce cheques.

For a living?

After school, I wound up in Cincinnati with no money.

I wrote a lot of cheques on a closed account. Spent 30 days in jail.

And for that, you won't marry me.

There's something else.

What?

Gateworth was right about one thing.

I did have an affair with Brooke Morrison.

When did it stop?

The day I met you.

Olivia, look at me. I have nothing.

I have three pairs of Topsiders, foul-weather gear, no credit card.

Do you love me?

I love you. I just don't think we should get married yet.

I... I have nothing to give to you.

By the authority vested in me by the State of New York,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

PHONE RINGS

Don't go anywhere.

Hello.

Hi, Mr Fitzgerald.

Yes...

It's true.

Yesterday afternoon.

No, we didn't tell anyone.

What did she write?

That's not true.

All right, um...

We'll see you here tomorrow at ten o'clock.

What's wrong? >

A gossip columnist got hold of the wedding.

She wrote you're the boyfriend Anne Briscoe's been screaming about

all over the Hamptons.

There's no need to panic.

But some political prosecutor may go for a murder indictment

if Miss Briscoe keeps on this way.

You two should draw up new wills.

I'll need a list of assets.

You're looking at 'em.

This is really out of my league.

I'll let you talk to him.

Excuse me.

CG Morrison is very upset with you.>

Says you've cost him the best damn helmsman on the SORC. >

What do you think?

I think he's a superb sailor.

I hope he'll be as good a husband.

Check the car.

Yes, sir.

What's the deceased's name?

Anne Briscoe.

Looks like she might have changed her mind.

She was really clawing at the belt.

What time?

Somewhere between midnight and two.

I want an autopsy, ASAP.

What am I looking for?

Cause of death.

Shortness of breath.

Ooh, don't fuck with Dick Tracy!

There is a suicide note, Mike.

Right. A typed suicide note, unsigned. Real convincing(!)

OK, guys, you can go get her.

Are they bringing the body bag?

Hi.

Morning.

You slept late today.

Yeah.

I sleep like a baby with you.

PHONE RINGS

I'm going down to Obsession.

Have some minor work done on Masquerade.

< Phone call, Miss Olivia.

Mr Cantrell.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hi, Mr Cantrell.

Jesus! When?

No, no, we...

Yes, I will.

Thank you.

Anne Briscoe killed herself last night.

MURMURED CONVERSATION

What did Whalen want?

He's checking on Obsession.

She'll be in the water in six weeks.

He's still working for Morrison?

Oh yeah, but I'm not complaining now he's buying for two boats.

What's wrong with Masquerade?

Propane line.

You know, they'll be cruising in the fall, so...

..he wanted it checked.

That guy's a phoney.

If you ask me, I don't think he won the grand prize.

That kind of money is its own prison.

Lock me up!

Mike...

You know what's funny?

I know I could have made her happy.

I know it.

You can drive yourself crazy.

Not me, Pop.

Son of a bitch!

It was worth every damn penny!

Is she gonna start winning?

She's gonna kick ass.

If you come south and race her.

Olivia has a house in Florida, right?

Hobe Sound.

Do you really want to turn this boat over to someone else?

That's a low blow, Mr Morrison.

Whatever it takes to win.

By the way, Mike McGill came by the other day.

He was asking a lot of questions about you.

That cop hates you.

I noticed.

Be careful. I remember him from the marina.

He's been in love with your wife for years.

Talk to her. Come to Florida.

How would you like to go to Florida next month?

Obsession sailing better?

Unbelievable.

And Mr Morrison wants you...

to do the Southern Racing Circuit.

He knows we can win big.

I have no objections.

You don't?

Mm-mm. I think I'd enjoy being pregnant in Florida.

You know how I've felt yucky for a couple of days?

Well, I... I went to see Dr Morton yesterday.

He didn't know what was wrong, so he ran a pregnancy test...

But you've been on the pill.

It happens. Not very often, but it does happen.

Oh, God. You're upset.

No, I'm stunned. I...

I mean, I just can't believe it.

I'm very happy.

You are?

You are.

Yeah.

SIRENS, TRAFFIC NOISE

I said fine, I'll be there tonight.

Yeah... Yeah.

OK. I'll see you.

Does this mean what I think it means?

This weekend?

It's stupid meeting here.

Chill out. Nobody comes up here at night.

We have to talk.

Talk?

What's there to talk about?

I can't kill her.

When you improvised with Gateworth, that was fine.

50 percent's better than 33.

But I won't let you walk away with 300 million.

I don't give a shit about the money.

Right. That's why you married her.

Look.

This is gonna work out perfectly.

Like you said, everybody knows I hate you.

Christ, even the lawyers know I hate you.

I clear you on accidental death, nobody'll question it.

She's pregnant.

Jesus Christ.

Once the baby's born, it gets the money. So it's over.

I don't give a fuck if she's having triplets!

I have done too much to let that bother me.

I spent a year setting this up.

I'm not going to do it.

Listen up, my friend.

Cos you'll only hear it once.

You're going to do her, and we're going to split a shitload of money.

Or...you're going away for murder.

Oh, really? What'll you use as proof?

You forgot one thing in that bedroom.

A glass - with your fingerprints all over it.

That puts you there that night.

Ten to one I'd be freed by a jury.

I don't want to take your money and your life.

There's another piece of evidence that's real conclusive.

You planted something, you cocksucker!

Give me a fucking excuse!

It's either her...

or you.

You just want her dead.

That's what this is all about.

Happy birthday.

What's that smile for?

I'm just happy.

I'm so happy.

It's only 7.15, what's the rush?

It's a surprise.

Hello, Raymond? >

Bring it around. OK.

Well?

Do you like it?

I love it!

CHATTER

C'etait tres bien, St-Tropez.

Pardon?

There's a sharp left-hand curve, with a big elm tree.

I oiled the road. Without a seat belt, she's history.

You wear yours, you'll be OK.

Hey.

What are you worried about?

A month from now, you'll be able to buy Ferraris in colours.

CARS STARTING

Don't kill me!

CAR STALLS

He just got it this week.

SHE SCREAMS

TYRES SCREECH

You're a fucking dead man.

Just relax, all right?

Relax?

You're going to have plenty of time to relax.

I figure like...

15 to life.

You're going down for Gateworth.

I have an alibi.

Maybe.

But what about Anne Briscoe?

You killed Anne Briscoe.

According to the evidence I found,

you killed her.

Your move, Romeo.

Look, I told you, I'll do it.

But I'm not crashing into a fucking tree.

I could have been killed myself.

Fine.

My old man says Masquerade's already had problems with its propane line.

It'll be clean. Easy.

You disconnect the propane hose at the stove,

roughen the edges with a file, like a rat chewed it, caused a leak.

A rat?

Yeah, a rat.

I'll put a big rat on board.

They'll find it and the hose in the wreckage.

"Accidental death" guaranteed.

It's going to be tough getting her on the boat alone.

Bullshit!

-Arrange to meet her there at a certain time.

She's always right on time.

She knows her boats. >

She sees the warning light, hits the pump...

Boom.

When do you leave for Florida?

Next Thursday.

Glad you're home.

Ohhh.

Oh, Brooke Morrison invited us to dinner tomorrow night.

Are you sure you want to do it?

Mm-hm.

Yeah.

What's past is past.

I had a wonderful evening.

I'm glad. We'll see you tomorrow for lunch? >

OK. I'll be down on the Obsession.

Um...is there a bathroom I can use?

Up the stairs, first bedroom.

Thank you.

Let's hear from you.

I love you.

Very sweet(!)

Truce, huh?

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

I'm glad you came up.

Really?

I wanted to thank you.

I mean, I know about you and Tim.

And with him sailing Obsession, it's best we all remain friends.

I really don't think you know the half of it.

I don't know what you mean.

I'm sure you don't.

Gateworth died around 11.30, Didn't he?

And you and Prince Charming were already an item by then, right?

We were seeing each other.

Seeing each other? I'm sure it was a bit more than that, sweetheart.

I just thought you'd want to know.

While you were plugging your stepfather,

your husband was plugging me. And he was great.

Olivia!

I wouldn't trust the prick if I were you.

Is it true?

Olivia, for Chrissakes, of course it's not.

You said it was over by then.

It was.

Are you sure?

Olivia, think. She told you 11.30.

You know where I was then. I can't be in two beds at the same time.

Brooke Morrison is a hopeless alcoholic, and insanely jealous.

She's doing this to get back at me and hurt you.

It really hurt.

That's what she wanted it to do.

Don't ever lie to me.

Hey, Mike.

What's up, Sam?

Just replacing the Barient.

Whalen wants it done by tonight.

Why the rush? I thought they were leaving at the end of next week.

They moved it up. He said they're heading south tomorrow afternoon.

Is that right?

Yeah. That's what he told me.

Are you feeling OK?

Do I look OK?

Morning sickness?

-SHE GROANS

-Yeah.

Oh, God.

We don't have to leave today.

No...

Everybody says, if you're going to be sick, you're going to be sick.

It doesn't matter where you are.

No... Let's just go.

I'm sick of this town.

One o'clock?

You going to be on time?

I wouldn't miss it.

I'll buy groceries.

I love you.

Good.

28.42.

Alberto.

Mrs Whalen around?

I'm afraid she's out.

Mr Whalen?

He left about an hour ago.

I'll wait around for a couple of minutes.

Hi, Tommy. Fill it up, please.

Yes, ma'am.

I know, I know, Alberto. Did she call?

20 minutes ago.

From the boat?

From town. She'll be there at one.

On the nose!

Yes, sir. Oh, Officer McGill came by for Mrs Whalen.

What did he want?

I don't know. He waited inside for ten minutes, then left.

OK. Thanks.

Well, this is a nice surprise.

I thought I'd take you to lunch.

Great. On you?

Sure, anything you want that's under a buck.

Masquerade's looking sharp. Varnished all her brightwork...

Olivia, get off the boat! >

Tim!

HE YELLS

If you get a chance to talk to any of those paramedics at all...

Chief, what happened?

Propane explosion. The Lawrences' old sloop, the Masquerade. One DOA.

Olivia Lawrence?

No, her husband, Tim Whalen.

Tim.

Damn shame.

She's up in your father's office.

Let's go.

SHE SOBS

Mike?

Oh, my God.

Why? >

Why, Mike?

SHE SCREAMS

You bastard!

And may Timothy Whalen rest in peace. Amen.

Thank you, Father, for coming.

I'm terribly sorry.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Olivia.

Thank you for coming.

There's something I have to tell you.

Tim came to see me two weeks ago.

Why? What about?

To have himself taken out of your will.

He made me swear I wouldn't tell you.

But with what's come out, you have to know.

I think somehow he wanted to have all temptations removed.

I tried to dissuade him, said you didn't want it, but he was adamant.

He wanted nothing from you.

He loved you, Olivia.

However it started, he came to love you.

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