05x21 - Private Dancer

[bunniefuu]

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man:
You're amazing.

Absolutely exquisite.

Take off your top.

What will you give me
if I take it off?

Whatever you want, darling.

Help me, lover.

( Chuckles )

How did I get
to be so lucky?

No, how did I
get so lucky?

Dad?

Whoops.

Uh, sorry.

We have to go to mom's tonight,
remember?

Damn, that's tonight?

Um, I'll be right out.

Will she ever
leave us alone?

Only after she's dead.

Now, listen...
Don't you move a muscle,

'cause I'm going to be
right back for the second half.

Okay.

( Dog barking in distance )

I hope this doesn't
take all night.

Well, it won't if you stay
off the subject of Anna.

Hey, your mother is going
to have to get even with that.

Yeah, right,
could you if she

had some young stud
for a husband?

Dad, look out!

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Can I help you?

Are you Detective Rawlins?

Uh-huh.
They told me I'd
find you here.

I'm Justin Wharton.

Nice to meet you.

I'm sorry, do we have
an appointment?

no, I just came in
to report a homicide.

They, they sent me to you.

oh. Okay, where did
this homicide take place?

It hasn't yet,

but it's going to.

To my father, I'm positive.

uh, who's going
to k*ll your dad?

His wife.

His second wife, Anna.

Your stepmother?
right.

why do you think
she wants to k*ll him?

well, for his money--
my father's Philip Wharton.

The real estate developer.

Yeah. Anyway, he's been going

through this whole
midlife crisis thing,

so that's why he married Anna,

only he doesn't know
that she's going to k*ll him.

Why don't you have a seat?

Okay, do you have any evidence
that she's going to k*ll him?

Well, uh...

Last night my father was almost
run over by a pickup truck.

Missed him by an inch.

Did you get a license number?

You know what kind
of truck it was?

( Sighs )

were there
any other witnesses there?

No.

Okay, look,
I'm really sorry,

but we just don't
have the resources

to go and investigate
every situation

where a person has a feeling
that a crime might take place.

But I know it's going to happen.

It's not just
a feeling I get.

I know it like I'm sitting here.

You know what you ought do?

you ought to hire
a private investigator.

You know, get
some more evid...

Some direct evidence.

And I'll be the first one
to help you, I promise,

but until then...

Until then, I'm out of luck.

But I'm telling you,

she's going
to k*ll him.

So what was that all about?

Nothing, I hope.

All right, why don't we
get a cup of coffee

and talk about nothing?

Sold.

I don't know.

There's something about this guy
that's still gnawing at me.

I think he's a little
young for you, Holly.

No, I'm serious, Michael.
( Laughs )

You know, he's not just
a flaky crime junkie

looking for
attention.

He's really serious.

And young, which can
mean impressionable.

All right.

Wait a minute-- you know,
what if he's right?

Okay? What if his stepmother

really is trying
to k*ll his father?

Yeah, but there's
no evidence of that.

Isn't our job supposed to be
to serve and protect?

I mean, doesn't this go under
the heading of "protect"?

In the broadest
sense of the word.

Okay.

Okay, then, fine.

I-I will look into it

in the broadest
sense of the word.

If you feel that strongly
about it, maybe you should.

Okay.
Okay.

Okay, why did you bring
a suitcase to work?

In a word, roaches.

Finally drove you out, huh?

Hey,
they may have won

the initial battle, but I am
bringing in the heavy a*tillery.

An exterminator.
Ah.

you know, and with
this AMA convention in town,

there isn't a room to be had.

So stay at my place.

Holly, we hardly know
each other.

Maybe we should
go to the movies,

have a dinner or two,
little dancing.

It would take a lot more
than that, detective.

How about a trip to Paris?

only on the Concorde
and in the hotel of my choice.

Oh, so a youth hostel
wouldn't work?

No. No, too many roaches.
ah.

Look, I'm house sitting
for a friend.

my place is empty--
why don't you take it?

Okay. Thanks.

You're welcome.

What are you two so happy about?

What? Crime suddenly evaporated?

( Laughing )

Moving into holly's place, cap.

That's not funny, price.

It's true, cap.

well, if it is,
let me be the first

to direct you both
to the personnel office,

where you can
turn in your shields

and be on your
merry little way.

Oh, it's not like that--
temporarily.

Yeah, it's only because
of Michael's roaches.

Roaches?

Uh...

Roaches.

Pull.

( g*nsh*t )

Much better.

Was I?

I'm not really
very good with g*ns.

No, really, you're
getting much closer.

You came within feet.

Oh.

It's my teacher.

uh-huh.
( Chuckles )

woman:
Philip, it's me; Don't sh**t.

Middle-aged neurotic,
: high.

Patience, my dear.

Oh, I see you're
still carrying a
big stick, Philip.

Still going off early?

not to mention
in the wrong places.

Nice to see you,
too, Dinah.

Bambi, how are you?

I think
I'll go inside, Philip.

No, no, no, no, no.

This will just
take a second.

You have those
final trust papers
for me to sign?

This is your
last chance

to reconsider
disinheriting
the kids, Philip.

They'll get
plenty of money.

No, she'll get
plenty of money.

The kids will
get a trickle.

Philip, if you want to
leave them all the money

it's fine with me.

I could care less.
Ha!

That's right, Philip's money
had absolutely nothing to do

with your marrying him.

I had a good job
and plenty of my own money

before we got married.

If being a model

on a tool set calendar
qualifies as a job, dear.

Philip:
That's enough.

Now, where do you
want me to sign?

Just a minute.

Right here.

You'll send
a notarized copy

to Andrew?
don't I always?

Well, good for you.

your children
just lost a fortune.

Let me see if I still
remember this drill.

Pull!

I taught
the teacher.

( Doorbell rings )

Hi, I'm Holly Rawlins.

Palm beach police.

What's this about?

I'm looking for
Philip Wharton.

Yeah, he's my dad.

Great, can
I talk to him?

Sure. Come on in.

Thanks.

He's out by the pools.
Okay.

What's going on?

Oh, I just wanted
to talk to him

about a near-miss
hit-and-run.

My brother mentioned it,

but I didn't realize
a police report was filed.

( Chuckles )

Could I just see
your dad, please?

Justin said what?!

He said that your wife
is trying to k*ll you.

That's ridiculous,
detective.

I love my wife;
My wife loves me.

well, he said
that you were almost run down

by a truck last night.

Uh-huh. Um...

Justin's always been, uh,
dramatic, detective.

It was probably some drunk
that didn't see us.

It hardly suggests that my wife
is trying to k*ll me.

Look, if anything,

this may be a matter
for a family therapist,

but not a police officer.

Well, I'm just following up.

I appreciate your concern,
I really do.

Detective, no one's going
to k*ll me.

I promise you

I'm going to live
a long, long time.

( Door squeaks )

( g*nsh*t )

( Latch clicks )

Michael:
hey.

Michael, what are you doing
on the couch?

I was sleeping.

Remember, you said
I could stay here.

Oh, I know,

but you can sleep in the bed.

That's why I have one.

Yeah. That's all right.

I'm, uh... kind
of a couch guy.

what are you
doing back so early?
Oh...

my friends' kids
got the chicken pox,

so they came home.

And so did I.

Oh, so I'm out of a place.

No, no.

Oh, no, don't be ridiculous.

I mean, we can
stay here together.

( Laughing ):
You don't even fit
on that thing.

( Laughing )

What, were you afraid
to sleep in my bed?

No.

No, no, not at all.

Allergic to clean sheets?

( Laughing )

I just, you know,
I don't know you.

That's all.

I mean, I know you, right?

I just...

I just don't know you,
like, you know...

I have heard

of old-fashioned, but this
is from the Victorian age.

All right, you want me
to sleep in your bed

I'll sleep in your bed.

Okay, this is what I don't
understand about men.

you're too embarrassed
to sleep in a woman's bed,

however, you have no problem

walking around
in your underwear.

No, no, no.

these are two
completely different things,

and this isn't really underwear.

They're boxers.

Which is a type of underwear.

you're embarrassed
because I'm standing here

wearing only boxers.

( Chuckling ):
no, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

okay, okay,
so I am a little bit.

I mean, it's normal for me

to feel that way,
don't you think?

I mean...

Okay, maybe.

It's the same thing--
you know, I feel weird

about sleeping in your bed.

( Phone rings )

Hello?

No. When?

( Police radio chatter )

( Camera clicking )

Justin:
Where is she?!

Oh.

I told you this
would happen!

now, look, she did more
than most cops would have done.

All right?

But we're not
magicians, man.

We can't just,
like, wave a wand,

make everything
nice and safe.

Right, so instead,
you act like an ostrich

and stick your head in the sand.

Oh, come on, Justin!

Look, I know how terribly
you feel about this thing,

but if we're
going to find out

what happened to your dad,
we're going to need your help,

and we're not going to get that,
unless you calm down!

I'm calm.

I'm totally relaxed.

See?

Now what do we do?

Now let's go
over this thing

from the beginning.

What time did you
find your father?

I told you.

Just after : .

Where were you before that?

What? Now I'm a suspect?

hey, look, everybody is a
suspect until we rule them out.

This is nuts.

Just answer the question.

all right.
I was having dinner

with my sister
at a restaurant called jack's.

If you want to check it out,

I can give you directions.
holly:
that's okay.

do you know where
your sister is now?

Yeah, yeah,
she just went to the monkey bar.

She likes to go dancing there.

That's all I know.

Uh...

I'll be back in just a minute.

Is, uh, is there someone
that we could call

for you?

So, uh, what'd you get
from the primary unit?

Well, the neighbor
saw a blonde woman

leaving in a
black Porsche

about five minutes
after what he heard

sounded like
a shotgun blast.

And the wife
drives a black Porsche?

Is there any
other color?

I'll get a unit to
cruise the monkey bar,

see if we can't shake
the sister loose.

Right here.

I want you to
look in here.

They smell like
they've recently been fired.

Could have been

any one of these g*ns.
Yeah, probably.

I'm going to get these
bagged and printed.

This one could be missing.

Or maybe there were
only four g*ns to begin with.

Hey, don't even start
thinking like that, okay?

Now, you did
everything by the book.

You couldn't have prevented
what happened in there.

I know.

Good.

Good, so let's just stay
focused on what went down.

Okay.
okay.

Thanks.

Hey, I didn't do nothing.

Come on, let's
get on it.

( Police radio chatter )

( Chuckling )

What's going on?

Um... it's-it's your father.

I'm really sorry
to have to tell you this.

He's dead.

Oh, no.

I think I'm going to be sick.

( Gagging )

Do you want
to sit down?

Was he m*rder*d?

Uh, yeah, he was sh*t.

By Anna.

His gold-digging wife.

What's the pretty little thing
got to say for herself?

where were you tonight?
Dancing.

( Chuckling ):
and drinking,
and then drinking some more.

At the monkey bar.

Thanks for helping us out,
detective.

We really appreciate it.

Wh-where
are you going?

I'm going to go
sleep on the couch.

I'm wiped out.

Why? You can't fit
on the couch.

We determined that.

No, no, I'm going
to sleep like a baby.

Come on.

I mean, we can,
we can sleep here.

It's no big deal.

Are you afraid of girls?

I am not afraid of girls.

Victorian.

Move over, all right?

You're on my side.

( Sighs )

See?

It's no big deal.

( Laughs )

Chicken.

Aw, come on.

( Sighs )

It's weird, okay?

I can just go
sleep on the couch.

No, no, no,
I was kidding.

Just lie down.

We'll be asleep
in two seconds.

Good night, partner.

Night.

( Phone rings )

Work.

Has to be.

Hello?

Yeah, she's there now?

Okay, okay, we'll
be right there.

We'll get some sleep
on the way in.

holly:
Are you sure you don't want

a lawyer present, Mrs. Wharton?

No. I have nothing to hide.

That's why I came
the second I heard.

I want to help in any way I can.

Michael:
All right.

then, uh, tell me
where you were last night.

I was home

with Philip.

It was just the two of us,

talking and laughing
about nothing.

I can't believe he's gone.

You want a glass of water?

No. I'll be okay.

Talking and laughing.

And drinking cognac.

And that's all I remember.

The next thing you know, I woke
up at the beach in my car.

And you have no recollection
of driving there?

None.

How much cognac did you drink?

Not that much.

Two, three drinks at most.

Has alcohol ever

affected you this way before?

Never.

I loved my husband
with all my heart.

k*lling him
is the last thing I'd do.

Holly:
That's really interesting,

because both Justin
and Rebecca told me

that you were going
to k*ll your husband.

What? That is crazy.

I loved my husband.

Why would I do such a thing?

Michael:
Well, didn't your husband

rewrite the will
after you were married?

Yes, but because

he insisted on it.

I told him it wasn't necessary,

but he thought
it was better for the kids.

so that makes you
the primary beneficiary.

You see how that looks?

Of course, I do,

but I didn't k*ll my husband.

He meant
everything to me.

how many shotguns
were in that g*n case?

Five.

One was missing.

I only used them

with my husband
when we sh*t skeet.

Someone is setting me up

for Philip's m*rder.

You got to see that.

Who is setting you up?

I don't know... Dinah.

The-the kids--
all of them.

But I didn't do it!

Believe me!

She is very believable.

She also has means,
opportunity, and motive.

Like I said, she's
very believable.

Yes, she is,
but what about the blonde

leaving the scene
in the black Porsche?

There's more blondes
in this town than
in Hollywood.

Besides, she could have
been wearing a wig.

Hey!

Fingerprint runs in
on the shotguns.

( Yawning ):
What do we got?

I'm not keeping
you guys up, am I?

No! No, cap, I'm sorry

we're just
not getting any sleep.

Oh.

We're not...

That means the both of you
are not get...

Mm-mm, mm-mm...

Uh-huh.

Ah-ha-ha!

Here it is.

My detector's starting
to go off.

Oh, yeah, see?

This little thing here

that lets me know
that there's something

less than kosher going on
around here. Ah!

Your detector
is wrong, cap.

Completely.

What did you pull
on the g*ns?

Lipschitz:
Two sets of prints.

Two Whartons: Philip and Dinah.

Now, Dinah just got up
off a DUI Charge

from a few years back.

Ballistics says

the two shotguns were fired
within the past ... hours.

We better get
on this right away.

Yeah, I think
you better, price,

but do me a favor, will you?

Here. Drink a little coffee
on the way, will you?

Go ahead. Go, go!

Uh-oh, uh-oh.

Dinah:
It's odd.

A man I was married to
for years...

The father of my
children is dead.

And I have to be honest.

I don't feel badly about it.

Not one bit.

Can I ask you
why your fingerprints

were found on a g*n
at the house?

So I'm a suspect.

Well, it makes perfect sense.

I am the ex-wife.

You do seem awful casual
about being a suspect
in a m*rder case.

It's because I
can answer casually.

My fingerprints were on the g*n
because I fired it recently

at a skeet pigeon,
not my ex-husband.

Bambi should... I mean, Anna
should be able to confirm that

for you if she's being truthful.

Would you like

something to drink?
No, thank you.

Your son is convinced

that Anna was the one who
k*lled your ex-husband.

He had every reason to.

All of Philip's money
was going to her.

It's a good reason
to k*ll someone.

Was there any animosity
between Justin and Mr. Wharton?

Justin's a suspect now?

Just answer
the question, please.

well, Philip and Justin
had an unusual relationship.

My son was adopted,
and in many ways,

my ex-husband
overcompensated for that.

How so?
Well, he went overboard
with the attention

and the affection,
gave too much.

Justin, in turn,
was devoted to Philip.

And protective?

Essentially.

And then Philip realized

the error in his ways,
and he tried to pull back.

And in the end,

it spun Justin
all around.

Enough to imagine
conspiracies?

Conspiracy of
one, maybe.

and apparently,
he wasn't imagining things.

Aren't you
going to eat?

I'm not hungry.

But I made your favorite:

Turkey on white
with a little bit of mustard.

I even cut the crust
off the bread.

I know, thanks, Becky,
I just can't eat.

( Sighs )

She's going to get away with it.

Can you believe that?

Take it easy, Justin.

You don't know that.

How could the
cops just...

Let her out without
even charging her?

I mean, first they
don't do anything.

Then, they let her go?

Come on, why don't you
lie down and rest.

Last thing I'm in the
mood for is a rest.

What are you
in the mood for?

Rebecca, I told you

I'm not into that
anymore, all right?

Whatever you say.

But do you remember
the last time we were together?

What you said?

yeah, I told
you, I...
Shh!

I know what you
just told me,

but that's not what
you really mean, is it?

Rebecca, I...

Is it, baby?

Why don't you try
putting your arm around me.

See how natural
that feels?

Just like before.

Remember this one?

Come on,
kiss me, baby.

Kiss me
like you used to.

holly:
The only fingerprints
in the room

are Anna's and the decedent's.

There are no foreign fibers,
no hairs,

no sign that anyone else
was in the room

except the two of them.

Right,
which all means zip.

Prints, gloves,
hair, a hat,

fibers, nylon clothing.

Come here.

How do people get by
on so little?

Could she have
possibly wanted more?

How many shoes
can you buy?

( Laughing ):
I don't know.

Hey, check this out.

Mud.

Which you would get from
digging in the garden,

especially if you were
burying something.

Like a shotgun.

I'll get a metal-detector
team out here right now.

They're mine.

Definitely.

But I only wear them
in the house.

they led us
straight to the g*n.

That was intended.

It proves my innocence,
not my guilt!

Someone put mud
on my shoes

to lead you
to the g*n.

Yeah, but the g*n
that we dug up...

It's got your prints on it--
only yours.

Because I sh*t
skeet with it.

Somebody could
have put on gloves,

used it to k*ll Philip,

and then buried it
in the garden.

Then maybe they could
have used another g*n.

Exactly.

That's all
supposition.

look, this is
the very definition

of what the county attorney's
office calls an airtight case.

I was drugged.

Yeah, but you
had motive.

You had means, opportunity.

and the g*n
is physical evidence.

Which was planted.

You have to believe me!

So you don't
remember anything

after you drank the cognac?

Nothing.

No voices,

no noises, no images?

I told you.

I remember drinking.

I got lightheaded,

and then,
I passed out.

I woke up at the beach
in the morning.

Y-You're not giving us
anything to go on.

It's... it's all blind faith.

All I can tell you

is it's the truth.

I did not k*ll

my husband.

Please, believe me.

All right, now, let's
suppose for a moment

that she's right.

That means the cognac's
got to be spiked

to knock her out.

How did they do that?

You put the drug
in the bottle.

That way, when you pour a drink,
you get the drug.

Yeah, but there wasn't
a bottle at the house.

Why? Because
a smart k*ller,

after he laces it
with something,

takes it out so
we can't find it.

And another thing, Michael,
if the cognac were spiked,

then Anna and
Philip Wharton

both would have
traces of a sedative

in their bloodstream.

Yeah, you're right.

Now, when are we supposed to get
that autopsy report back?

Supposedly tomorrow.

Call and tell them
that's not soon enough.

So, I just spoke to our
esteemed county attorney.

He's bringing charges
on Anna Wharton:

First-degree m*rder.

I don't think she did it, cap.

because?
It's too neat.

A k*ller
blows somebody away

and then buries a g*n at
the scene of the crime?

I mean, come on.

That's got to be
high on the list
of dumb moves.

Criminals are notorious

for making dumb moves,
detective.

That's why the jails
are so full.

So, come on,
what else you got?

Just this.

My detector.

Price, you don't even get to
bring up the word "detector"

till you pull at least
years on this job.

You got that?

You got
one more day.

Then it's out of our
hands-- go ahead.

Thanks, cap.
Yeah, yeah,
go, go, go!

Uh-oh. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

( Loud rock music playing )

Woman:
Yeah, I recognize her.

She was definitely in
here Thursday night.

Really? How can you
be so positive?

This is a long-
island-iced-tea

sex-on-the-beach,
let's-get-blasted kind of club.

and this girl's
kicking back virgin Marys?

I remember somebody like that.

Virgin Mary
is nonalcoholic.

yeah, it's a bloody Mary that
doesn't lie down with any vodka.

So did you notice
when she left?

Wasn't that late;
She didn't hang
out very long.

Seemed a little nervous, too.

How so?
somebody orders
three virgin Marys

in minutes and twists
her little cocktail napkin

into a thousand pieces,

she goes down in my book
as the nervous type.

You sure
she wasn't drunk?

Straight as an arrow.

Okay, thanks,
you've been a big help.

Hey!

You guys want some free
passes for tonight?

We're having a
wet t-shirt contest.

Very tempting, but I think
we're going to pass,

thanks.

Michael:
Dinner is served.

Oh.

Ah, Michael,
this is great.

What is it?

( With Scottish accent ):
This is a... old price
family recipe.

( With regular voice ):
Midwestern madness:

Meat loaf, mashed potatoes,
gravy, peas...

Ah!

And a...

Ow!

( Laughing )

Very hot... dinner roll.

( Chuckles )

Mmm.

( Laughs ):
Oh, wow, you need

to move in permanently.

But you can have the bed,
if you want.

you should reconsider
that offer, because after this,

it's two things on the menu:
delivery, takeout.

( Laughing )

Yeah, living single is...

Kind of a drag sometimes,
isn't it?

Is that a proposal?

No.

( Chuckles )
just... when a guy
can make meat loaf this good,

he's halfway down the road

to being a perfect husband
in my book.

really? I, I...
See, I thought it was the men

that fall in love with the women
because of their cooking.

You're an old-fashioned guy.

Victorian.

That bothered you

didn't it?

Eat your peas.

Do you mind
if I ask you a...

A personal question?

Can I say no?

Michael:
Why don't you have a boyfriend?

Is that a proposal?

( Chuckles )

Um... I don't know.

I guess... I just haven't found
the right guy yet.

Yeah.

I bet it's kind of hard
for a woman like you

to find the right guy.

Why?

Well, I just, you know...

...because you're-you're
attractive,

you're intelligent,

you're opinionated,
but, uh,

you're nobody's fool.

so bottom line is most guys
are probably intimidated by you.

Is that bad?

No, that's great.

We just have
to find you

an intelligent,
self-assured,

handsome guy
that can stay in the ball game.

( Phone rings )

That's probably an
intelligent, handsome
guy right now.

Hello?

Oh.

yeah, Dr. Greene,
did you find anything?

Uh-huh.

Thanks.

they've found
enough phenobarbital

in Philip Wharton's system
to knock out a horse.

Put some oil on my back.

Justin:
Can't you do it?

You were so much more ;
Cooperative last night,
little brother.

( Sighs )

This is weird, Rebecca.

we have to stop;
We really have to stop.

Sure, sure.

Come on, put the oil
on my back.

Lower, a little lower.

No more.

Are we interrupting
you two?

No, no, no.

It's cool.
What's up?

Oh, nothing.

Just felt like coming by,
checking you guys out.

You know,
catch some rays,

catch some bad guys.

Just another day
at the office.

That's nice.

we're just trying
to get on with our lives.

Good, good.

Hey, are those

virgin Marys?

When is Anna going to trial?

She may never.
What?!

she k*lled my dad;
She's got to go to trial.

We've got this feeling--
you can call it a hunch,

see, that she
didn't do it.

why?
Well, because someone

made sure that he was dead
asleep before they k*lled him.

how?
he was drugged
with phenobarbital.

my mom uses that
when she can't sleep.

Well, something is
definitely going on

between those two.
Going on, how?

Sexually.

Why would you
say that?

Because I'm a woman.

Oh, you are?
yes.

And she was about to sit up
when we walked in, right?

But her top was
undone, which would
have fallen off

had she sat up.

Now, a woman doesn't do that
in front of a man

unless she's been intimate
with him.

You think they're having sex?!

Did you see the scratch
on her arm?

oh, so they're not
just getting it on,

they're having rough sex.

Gosh.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm so far away from home.

Think she left town?

If she did,
she left in a hurry.

Do two newspapers make
for exigent circumstances?

I don't know;
You're the law student.

( Knocking )

( Latch clicks )

Mrs. Wharton?

Anybody home?

Holly.

Mrs. Wharton?

Mrs. Wharton?

Is she dead?

Very.

Rigor is advanced.

I'd say she's been dead
ten, hours.

Phenobarbital.

More often than not,

you find what
with a su1c1de?

A note.

see one?
Mm-mmm.

No contusions or
abrasions around the head.

So she kills her ex-husband,

and then, two days later,
she kills herself.

I don't get it. What?

It takes that long
for the guilt

to set in?
yeah, math doesn't
add up for me, either.

Come on, let's talk motive.

So... who wants to see
Philip Wharton dead?

His ex-wife.

She stands to gain

nothing monetarily from that.

Besides, why'd she
wait so long?

What about Anna?

Nah, she had money.

Remember the dressing room?

Who benefits the most

if Philip Wharton is dead

and the m*rder is pinned
on the second wife?

The kids. The kids.

If-if Anna's in jail

for k*lling her husband,
then she's voided

as beneficiary in his will.

And money goes to...

the next of kin.
Which just
happens to be

Justin and Rebecca.
Mm-hmm.

That is an interesting way

to get around
your father's will.

Hey.

She's got human tissue

under her nails--
she's been in a fight.

Rebecca had a scratch
on her arm.

You're right.

So they weren't having
rough sex.

Her mother grabbed her.

But why would she want
to k*ll her mother?

'Cause she caught on.

So Rebecca k*lled her father,

then pinned it on Anna,

then Dinah catches on
and... tries to expose it.

Yep.

( Sighs )

But we don't have
enough evidence

to prove that.
( Sighing ):
nope.

( Whispering ):
oh, man.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

This was filled yesterday.

Yeah, so?
so, Dinah
comes home,

her pills are gone.

she's going to get
suspicious, don't you think?

Maybe that's what tipped her off
to her daughter.
yeah.

Yeah, but do you think
Dinah would go out

and refill an entire bottle
of sleeping pills?

Maybe not.

I'm gonna check
with the pharmacy.

Michael:
Are you sure about this?

Every last roach is gone?

( Laughing ):
Ah. Thank you.

Mmm!

Hey, I'm roach-free.

does this mean
you're leaving me?

Sorry,

you're out of a chef.

But I gain a bed.

( Laughs )

So what did the pharmacist
have to say?

Well, he confirmed that Rebecca

picked up the pills
yesterday morning.

Oh, she's playing this thing up
pretty well, huh?

Acted drunk, had a
pretty decent alibi,

and put it all on Anna.

do you, uh,
think Justin was in on it?

Well, I've believed him
from the beginning,

and my mind hasn't changed.

You know,

he could be playing you
since day one.

It's not a bad cover.

no, I think
he's telling the truth.

I do, I think someone
was trying to k*ll his father.

I just don't think
it was Anna Wharton.

I think it was Rebecca.
okay, so,

she spikes a cognac bottle,
she kills her father,

plants the g*n, drives
off with a blonde wig--

and Anna-- returns home
acting drunk, no Justin?

No Justin.

Why not?

just say
it's my little detector.

But you got to have
years in

if you can even say the word.

I don't understand why mom's
not calling us back.

Rebecca:
I don't think
she'll be calling soon.

Well, why not?
I left her three messages.

( Laughing ):
nothing.

Now that dad's gone,

I guess you'll be sucking
up to mom all the time.

Or was it the
other way around?

Dad sucked up to you,

so now you'll suck up to mom.

but then that's not
going to happen, either.

Maybe you ought to lay off
the drinking for a while.

Yeah, right, this time I
really am getting loaded.

Well, why not?

We're rich, little
stepbrother, really rich.

I don't care about that,
all right?

Yeah, right.

You should be getting down
on your hands and knees

and kissing my feet.

Why?
hello!

What planet are you on?

Do you really think
Anna k*lled dad?

Well, didn't she?

I think one of your real parents
was brain-dead.

You...

I love all the innocence
and betrayal in your face.

It's so you.

You k*lled our father?

How sick are you?!

ding-ding-
ding-ding-ding!

And the bonus round
goes to Justin Wharton.

He's our new
reality game winner.

Attaboy, Justy.

I'm calling the police.

put the phone down.
( Dialing )

I said put it down!

That's her car.

( Sighs )
Yep.

There's blood on the floor!

Go around the back,
I'll meet you.

Geez.

It's too bad you hit your head

and fell
into the pool.

Where's Justin?

What do you want?

Where is he, Rebecca?
Come on, we know everything.

I didn't do anything.

Where is your brother?!

come on!
( Screams )

come on,
you're under arrest.

for what?!
Well, let's start
with the m*rder of your father.

What?!

Then, we'll move on
to your mother.

Michael, help me!

Let go of me!

Wait right here, okay?

Michael, help!

He's not breathing!

He's unresponsive.

Call - - .

Yeah, Holly Rawlins,
palm beach police.

I need an ambulance
at park way, now.

All right,
rescue breathing.

Come on, Justin!

He's not breathing.

Come on, Justin,
come on, breathe!

( Coughing )

Hi, Justin.

Hi.

Um, I want to thank you.

you know, for...
Well, everything.

You saved my life, literally.

Hey, it's part of the job.

I, uh...
I also want to apologize.

I was out of line.

I was way out of line.

you know,
what happened to my dad,

it-it wasn't your fault.

Thanks.

I'm just... I'm really sorry

that everything had to turn out
the way it did.

Yeah.

What's going to happen
to Rebecca?

She's going
to go to jail

for a long time.

So what are you going to do?

I was thinking about going
back to college, you know?

Cool.

Someplace far away.

I got to start over.

I don't think I can do it here.

Oh, you're going
to be fine.

oh, it might take a little
while, but you're gonna be okay.

Hi, Justin.

Hello, Anna.

Are you okay?

Better than
I was.

Um, still a little confused...
And sad.

Yeah, yeah, me, too.

uh, you want to go
get something to eat

you know, talk about... stuff?

That sounds very nice.

Thanks again, detective.

You're welcome.

Take it easy.

Bye.

So, what are you
doing tonight?

Staying in.

see what it's like
to live roach-free.

What about you?

Well, I guess it will be
just me and the remote

surfing our little
hearts out--

alone.
You want
to get lost in a plate

of midwestern madness
with me, my place?

I would love to.

Hey, you guys

did a great job on that...

Wh-where you going?

Oh, my place, cap.

Your place?