Double Jeopardy Page #2

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Yes, Mommy.

As soon as all this is over,

we'll be together again.

That's a promise, kiddo.

I love you.

I love you too.

- Who's this?

- Rich b*tch from Whidbey lsland.

- She ain't gonna make it.

- What do you think? A year?

Five cartons says she offs herself

inside of six months.

- Get away from me.

- Take it easy. We're your friends.

Heard you did your husband.

He probably deserved it.

Mine did.

- I know what a pain it is to get here.

- I taught him how to say the ABC's.

- Is that true?

- Yes.

Did you learn the alphabet, sweetie?

Can you tell me?

A, B, C, D, E, F, G,

H, l, J, K, L, M, N, O, P,

Q, R, S, T, U, V,

W, X, Y and Z.

Now I know my ABC's

next time won't you sing with me

- Give it up. Come on.

- Get off the phone, b*tch.

You're low on cigarettes. You wanna

make friends? Buy another pack fast.

'Cause your personality

ain't the best I've ever seen.

You're trying to reach your friend,

the one with your boy?

Yeah, I can't find him.

He disappeared.

If you could disappear that easy,

I wouldn't be here now.

Me either.

Think. Use your head.

There's got to be a way

to track him down.

- Small Frye School. Front office.

- Hello, this is Angela Green.

- Angie, it's Jennifer.

- It's nice to hear your voice.

I haven't got a severance cheque

in a while.

Do you have my correct address

and phone number?

- I'll check. Can you hold on a sec?

- Yes, of course. Thank you.

Yeah, I have itrighthere.

Tell me ifthis is right.

3321 Mason Street,

San Francisco 94105.

The phone numberis 415...

- Hello?

- Angie?

- Libby, I've tried to call you.

- Is Matty okay? Where is he?

- Everything is fine.

- Why are you in San Francisco?

- Puthim on the phone.

- Why are you acting this way?

You disappeared!

I haven't seen my son in a month!

- I was just about to call you.

- Bullshit!

- How can you move and not tell me?

- We were coming next week.

Just put Matty on the phone.

Matty, it's Mommy. Come say hi.

- Hi, Mommy.

- Hello, sweetie-pie.

How are you, Matty?

I think about you all the time. I miss

you so much. Are you doing okay?

I love you.

I know this has been really hard,

but Angie's going to bring you

up to see me next week.

Yes, Mommy...

Daddy!

Nick?

He was in San Francisco last night.

The number is already disconnected.

No, I don't have

a forwarding address. He's gone.

Don't you have investigators? Doesn't

your company want its two million?

Why aren't you listening to me?

I am innocent.

Put some elbow grease into it.

No one wants burnt tapioca.

- Does it smell like it's burning?

- You got sh*t for brains, girl.

You're in prison.

Do you get that?

So you can forget about re-opening

your case, or a jailhouse appeal.

They take years,

and they're 95% unsuccessful.

So if you want my advice, and you're

gonna get it, you do your time.

What are you now, a lawyer?

Once upon a time.

But they tend to disbar murderers.

Here's your Christmas present...

Pay attention, this is the best advice

you're ever gonna get.

You ever hear of something called

double jeopardy?

It provides that no person may be

tried for the same crime twice.

They say you killed your husband.

They can't convict you a second time.

When you leave, track him down.

When you find him, you can kill him.

You can walk right up to him, put

a gun to his head and pull the trigger.

And there's nothing

anybody can do about it.

Makes you feel

warm and tingly all over, don't it?

That's right, keep stirring.

I got to hand it to you, honey,

it's sheer hate driving you on.

The only way you'll look like that

is if I staple the picture to your head.

Mattys eighth birthday, honey.

I read that even if a child is

separated from its mother at birth,

it never forgets her voice.

You think that's true?

Of course I do.

- "l've grown these past six years."

- They don't want you to be a tree.

Repeat after me:
"If I could trade

places with my husband, I would."

And throw in

that born-again Jesus stuff.

Start with this:
"l'm not sitting

in front of you to make excuses..."

I'm not sitting in front of you today

to try and make any excuses.

I killed my husband.

I've lived with that for six years.

But I'm a changed person.

Why should we believe you?

I can't ask you to believe me.

All I can do is believe in myself.

I know that, if I'm given a chance,

I can do something good with my life.

Make up for the wrong I did.

Mommy, talk to me.

Man, did you see that?

...if the people who did that

showed up here...

- The man's across the hall.

- Thanks.

Let's imagine that...

Come in.

- I'm Elizabeth Parsons.

- What do you have in that box?

Elizabeth Parsons...

The state of Washington

has granted you a conditional parole.

For three years, no fighting,

no fornicating, no drinking or drugs.

- No exceptions. Do you understand?

- Yes.

This is your social security card.

You will find sustained employment.

You're not to carry a weapon

of any kind, especially a knife.

Curfew's at 8:
30.

My cell-phone number. If there's a

chance you'll be five minutes late,

you will call me.

I will have you picked up.

If you violate these conditions,

your parole will be revoked by me.

You'll return to prison to serve

the remainder of your sentence.

- Is this a problem for you?

- No.

- Yes, it is. Want to tell me about it?

- No.

- I'm gonna have trouble with you.

- No, I learned my lesson...

I'm only interested in your behaviour.

Behave yourself. You're in room 8.

You're never going to get anywhere

like that. Here...

Nice shampoo...

What are you looking for?

A friend I haven't seen in a few years.

Boyfriend...?

- Girl.

- In that case, I'll help you.

- Does your friend have e-mail?

- I have no idea.

Okay, let's do some surfing.

What's your friend's name?

- Angela Green.

- Zip code?

Social security number? We can run

a credit report and get her address.

- She was a schoolteacher.

- Done deal.

And... voil.

Maybe when this thing

is finished searching

we could go to this bar I know

and get a drink.

- What do you say?

- After I check with my parole officer.

- You've been to jail?

- Prison. Jail is a different thing.

What did you do,

not pay your parking tickets?

I was convicted

of murdering my husband.

- You're kidding, right?

- No, I'm not.

Sliced and diced.

Can you believe that?

- You're not kidding.

- No, I said I wasn't.

But it'd be nice to have a drink.

I haven't been out in a long time.

- I have this appointment...

- See you.

See you.

Oh, the book. See you.

Oh, my God.

So he takes me out for dinner

and feeds me escargot. Snails!

Anyway, the moment I go to bed

with him, the a**hole dumps me.

- You dick-sticking f***!

- You insult me byraisingyour voice.

I don't like being called dirty names.

- Don't do this to me.

- Where were you this afternoon?

- You were on Pike St. in hot pants.

- I was on my way to work!

You haven't been to work in a week.

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