Body Heat Page #6

---

- That's an interesting choice of phrase.

- Well, suppose tonight I ask her:

"Say, did you kill your husband?

My friends were just wondering."

That's a great idea. While you're at it, ask

where the glasses are, where she did it...

Am I forgetting anything, Oscar?

- That one thing.

- Oh, yeah.

You're going to love

this latest development.

This is from the sister-in-law,

the Kraft woman.

She's driving me batty. She's convinced

she won't be cut in on the will.

It seems a couple of weeks

before the murder...

...Walker's niece spent a while up here

with your friend Matty.

One night, she wakes up,

goes to see her aunt...

...and catches the lady with some guy.

You get it?

In the act, or some f***ing thing.

We don't have the details yet,

but Mrs. Kraft...

...is bringing the little girl up here

to tell her story.

They're here. I passed them

on the way in. They're waiting outside.

Christ.

I'm not sure I'm up to

dealing with this scene.

Listen...

...you probably don't want

to see the Kraft woman right now.

She's pretty wild. Why don't you

just slip out the back way here.

Are we done here?

Yeah, I've got it all here.

- Ned, I'm sorry I had to ask.

- I'll go out this way.

I've had a lot of experience

with disgruntled people.

I'll be at Stella's.

Hello, Mrs. Kraft.

Hello, Mr. Racine.

How are you making out?

We're doing all right, I guess.

You must be Heather.

I'm Ned Racine. I've heard a lot

about you. It's nice to meet you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry our town

is so hot for your visit.

It sure is.

Well...

...goodbye.

- Bye.

Bye.

- The usual, my sweet.

- Two iced teas for Fred Astaire.

Rosemary, I'm going out for 10 minutes.

- Ready to hear something really wild?

- I don't know, I've had my share today.

No, this is right up your alley.

Little Heather...

...goes out on the porch

and there's this dude with her aunt.

And the guy is turned around

with his pants or shorts dropped...

...so he's mooning the little girl.

He and your friend are going at something

that Heather can't quite figure out...

...but which sounds suspiciously to me

like oral-genital contact...

...which I'm proud to say is no longer

illegal in this state.

And the guy turns around to Heather.

Do you follow me so far?

- Guess what he looks like.

- I don't know.

He looks about seven or eight

inches long, shiny and very, very bald.

Poor little Heather.

She'd never seen one angry before.

Made quite an impression on her.

Yes, sirree.

- That's all she can remember about the guy.

- That's it?

No, no.

One other thing.

She said the guy had very greasy hair,

wore it slicked back.

"Like a Cuban," she says.

I love that part.

Can you imagine poor little Heather?

After getting a gander at that,

she has to slip back to bed.

This is the capper,

why she woke up in the first place:

She had a nightmare.

Can you imagine the kind of dreams

she had for the rest of the night?

Don't say that.

Don't say you don't have them.

I swear to you, I don't.

What's wrong with you?

They had to be here that night

when you cleaned up.

Think. They've probably

got my prints on them.

I must have missed them.

I thought they were on Edmund.

- Where could they have gone?!

- I don't know.

- Betty.

- The housekeeper?

Where would she have put them?

She might have taken them.

Listen to me. That's why I fired her...

...because after Edmund's death,

she started acting strangely.

She was always watching me,

listening to my calls.

That is crazy.

You imagined it.

I know. I've been imagining

things too. Plenty.

No, I could tell

there was a difference.

Maybe she knew about us.

Maybe she wants something.

Don't you think we'd have

heard from her by now?

I don't know what to think.

I'm worried, Ned.

But it's not about the glasses

or your friends, it's us.

Your first reaction is to accuse me.

- What's happening to you?

- I'm sorry.

Hardin called today.

He said everything should be cleared up

by next week. I'll get the money.

He apologized for the delay.

They've been stalling.

They're dragging it out...

...hoping to find a way

to implicate you.

But they haven't been able to.

Soon it will be all ours.

That's why we've got

to stay together, Ned.

It won't be long...

...then we can get away from here,

out from under all of this.

All we have is each other.

I'd kill myself if I thought

this thing would destroy us.

I couldn't take it.

That's great.

- Hi, Ned.

- What are you doing here?

I was looking for you.

Do you always run this late?

No. I'm going down to Miami tomorrow.

I won't have time.

- What's in Miami?

- I'm closing that real estate deal.

You're some kind of health nut.

Matty Walker smokes that same brand,

I noticed that.

Is this one of those conversations?

Maybe my lawyer should be present.

Buddy, your lawyer is present.

Walker was a bad guy, and the more I find

out about him, the happier I am he's dead.

I figure it's a positive thing

for the world.

You're not known for being a hard-liner.

I have my own standards.

I just try to keep them private.

As far as I'm concern,

I don't care who killed him...

...and I don't care

who gets rich because of it.

But Oscar... Oscar is not like that.

His whole life is based on

doing the right thing.

He's the only one I know like that.

Sometimes, it's a real pain in the ass,

even for him.

Oscar's unhappy right now.

He is in pain.

- Why is that?

- Because he likes you.

He likes you even better than I do.

That's why he's busting his butt

trying to find this Mary Ann Simpson.

They found her place

in Miami yesterday.

But the woman herself was gone.

Seems like she left in a hurry.

Oscar thought any story

she could tell might help.

He thinks you need help.

Someone is putting you

into deep trouble, my friend.

From 3:
30 to 5 a.m.

On the night Walker was killed...

...someone called

your hotel room repeatedly.

The hotel didn't want

to put them through...

...but whoever it was

convinced him it was an emergency.

Your phone rang and rang,

but you didn't answer.

- That's easy.

- Don't. Don't say anything.

Just save it for some other time.

It gets worse.

Now someone's trying

to give us Edmund's glasses.

We don't know who, and we don't know

what the glasses will tell us...

...but our negotiations are continuing.

Wish I knew what to tell you,

but I don't have any good ideas.

I'll see you.

We know each other, don't we?

Michael Glenn, with Bashford-Hillerman.

Ned Racine.

Christ, I've done it again.

I'm just here waiting for some people.

This is silly.

You're not still mad

about that Gourson business?

We had to do it. Costanza practically

insisted that we sue you.

Nobody at our place likes malpractice

against other lawyers.

Forget it.

I tried to make it up to you.

You ever meet a lady

named Matty Walker?

You'd remember her.

- A very hot number.

- Matty Walker.

Yeah, I met her at a party.

She said she was going up there

Rate this script:5.0 / 2 votes