Diabolique Page #3

We must find him.

No, Mia.

Stick to our story. It's better

this way. We don't know where he is.

He'll turn up.

If he doesn't, all the better.

Okay? Did you take your

heart medicine? No.

We must act naturally.

You must ask about Guy.

Be concerned, like you would be

if he was really missing.

- What?

- His suit.

Oh, my God.

4 x 6 color prints.

Can I have those in 20 minutes?

Ask her.

Tell her if she sees anything,

to call us.

He's disappeared.

Let's just get these

and get out of here.

Someone's watching us.

Someone with Guy's camera.

- You need to eat, honey.

- I'm not hungry, thank you.

He is dead, Mia.

He is dead. We killed him.

You saw him die.

What about the pictures?

Someone took them before he was killed.

- Right?

- Who?

We'll know when they start

blackmailing us.

He's dead.

This is another thing.

I didn't tell you something.

Open it.

It's the school accounts.

That's why there's no money.

It was for Guy and me. He told me

someone stole it, but I found it.

You killed him for money.

Believe me, it wasn't the only reason.

There's $50,000 there, Mia.

We'll split it.

Use it to pay for your damn

fried chicken.

I can go to the police.

I can tell them what we did.

What you did.

We both did it.

They won't see that as

beneficial to me.

They'll say the wife gets the

school, the money, her freedom.

What does the other woman get?

Nothing.

That's how they'll look at it.

I'll say we were lovers.

You can take the girl

out of the convent...

I thought we had the same reason.

We did have the same reason.

I just had an extra one.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I couldn't do it now.

If you hadn't found this...

...you killed the person who

could tell you where it was.

He said we were partners...

...and then he acted alone.

- Where're you going?

- I must go.

What are you talking about?

This was under my door this morning.

It's over. He's been found.

It's Sunbury, 20 miles from here.

How would he get there?

Someone took him from the pool

to the river.

We should call the police and

file a missing persons report.

I must go. It's him.

I'll go too.

No, I'll wait. Fine.

- Wait in there.

- No, I'll be fine.

Just don't let him forget me.

You're not gonna light that?

You can light these in America?

I'm quitting. Nicorette.

Excuse me...

...my husband is missing.

I think this might be him.

- How long?

- Four days.

- You file a missing persons report?

- No.

He has left before

without telling you?

The description fits.

- John Doe, 180 pounds, six foot even?

- Right.

- Describe his clothes.

- It says the body was naked.

We don't tell the press everything.

I didn't see him the day

he disappeared.

Any jewelry?

A wedding ring, that's all.

He doesn't always wear that.

Can I see the body?

- Appendectomy scar?

- No.

I see. No.

Hold on.

Howie, I think Mrs. Doe is here.

Prepare yourself.

The sand does a lot of damage.

Oh, my God.

Is that your husband, ma'am?

No.

Poor kid.

Wasn't her husband.

Never saw him before.

Excuse me?

Mrs. Baran?

- Who are you?

- Forgive me for intruding.

Sit down.

Coffee, please.

I saw you at the sheriff's.

I got your name off the view request.

Shirley Vogel.

You're the police?

Cagney and Lacey

kind of thing.

They met with me once.

Research stuff. Nice girls.

I say "girls," is that okay?

Anyway, flash forward 10 years.

I'm on medical leave. The big C.

Air.

I'm sorry.

Whatever. I knew it was coming.

With my family, never two b*obs

in a coffin.

I'm sorry, but why are you here?

Remember your husband?

Could I get some coffee, please?

You mean...

I'm sure he'll turn up.

Wrapped around a pier.

You drove all the way here...

That's kind of you.

Who the hell am I, right?

I don't blame you.

Look, I know an officer in Hazelton.

- I could call him, he'll get details.

- I don't want to make it official.

Suppose it's just intentional.

- Here's your coffee.

- I know what you mean.

Men.

How do they sleep at night?

They have sex, that's how

they sleep at night.

He might be home already.

This place. Jesus.

It's no Sizzler, is it?

He'll be mad if I go to the police.

That's it. Keep it private.

Once they get your hooks in you...

I couldn't afford you.

We run a school.

A school? Then forget the police.

You can't afford the publicity.

Two, three days, I chase him down

to a girlfriend's...

...and scare him.

That wouldn't be easy.

Look...

...I don't want money.

Look at me. I'm chasing all

over for lunch dates...

...with guys I couldn't stand

10 years ago.

It'd give me something to do.

You ever smoke?

Look at this security system.

What's this? A piece of the Cross?

Aren't you hungry?

I thought I should eat, but...

You know what your problem is?

You're feeling guilty.

No...

...I'm not.

It's not your fault. It's men.

Testosterone.

They should put it in bombs.

Want that?

Mrs. Baran would like me to help

informally.

Well, Miss Vogel... or is it Detective?

Detective.

Detective, I don't think we need to

overreact. We've seen this before.

We have?

We, we, we. What is she,

the school nurse?

When did you last see your husband?

Last Saturday.

He was asleep when we left at 7.

Nicole and I drove out to her duplex.

Look!

This must be nice when it's full.

Isn't it dangerous, empty like this?

We lost some keys in there.

We should get back to our

students, they're on work crew.

I noticed. Must save money having

the kids work.

These older buildings.

His friends don't know where he is?

We haven't asked them.

It's kind of awkward.

"My husband's disappeared.

Have you seen him?"

Her husband.

It wouldn't be awkward for me.

If it's okay with you,

could I look at his address book?

We needn't make a

mountain out of a molehill.

Exactly. This place

crawling with police?

Wouldn't be something

to write home about. We'll tiptoe.

- Will you show me his things?

- Of course.

Nice meeting you.

This is lucky. The phone bill.

It came this morning.

May I?

This must be Miss Horner.

Pittsburgh. Earlier this month.

I call her there when she goes

there on weekends.

53 minutes.

72 minutes. Girl talk.

This is through Monday.

He didn't call you over the weekend?

- What kind of car does he drive?

- We have one car, the blue Cherokee.

- How'd you break the taillight?

- I don't know. It's old.

What was he wearing when he left?

His blue suit.

Can I see his closet?

Yes.

It's missing. His blue suit...

...and his belt with

the silver buckle.

You just have to look and you know.

Good for you.

A place for everything

and everything in its place.

I hope we're not too late.

There's video cameras out there.

- The news?

- No, it's some PR for the school.

- Is that all? I'm very tired.

- Of course.

The address book?

It's in his office.

I'll find it.

Just one more thing.

That isn't the suit there, is it?

You need to take Vawze's classes...

Oh, you're still here.

I was wondering if this is the suit

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