Masquerade Page #4

I'll tell her the case is closed.

I don't know if that will do it.

Suppose he did do it.

Suppose Gateworth

was killed an hour earlier.

What are you trying to say...

he walked in on them?

Yeah. Maybe, yeah.

He and Gateworth got

into some kind of beef.

You got any way of proving this?

Not yet.

Then I don't want

to hear about it.

You grew up here, for Chrissake!

I have to draw you a picture?

No, sir.

All right.

He's absolutely perfect.

Aside from the fact

that he's gorgeous

Aside from the fact

that he's gorgeous

and that 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.

- I'll get the car.

- Okay.

- Your friend Tim made quite a hit.

- I knew he would.

You won't mind

if I make a suggestion?

Why? What kind?

Let me run a check on him.

I need him a lot more

than he needs me.

- Thanks.

- Bye-bye.

So what's the Deering story?

Nina was two years

ahead of me in school, and...

...Lex is a stuffed shirt.

He's the type

who'll meet somebody,

and then he'll go home and check

and see if they're in the social register.

- She seemed nice.

- She is.

- They had to get married.

- Nobody has to get married today.

Catholics do.

All three

of the Kaiser girls were shotgun.

Daddy's right.

- About what?

- Champagne.

What'd he say?

"Makes girls dance

and drop their pants."

Milk?

Sugar?

No.

Maybe a little something stronger?

No, thank you.

Look, Miss Briscoe,

there's no one

who'd rather pin Gateworth's murder

on Whalen than me...

...but I can't do a thing

without proof.

Give me a break.

Nobody in this town

is gonna rock that little b*tch's boat.

That's not true of me.

Oh, yeah?

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 do have proof,

going to the media

will just prejudice

a criminal prosecution.

I know everybody in this town.

I know the summer people,

the winter people,

poor people.

So?

One of my poor friends was

in Carlson's Diner

the day that Tony died.

Tony walked in,

sat with some young kid,

and they had an argument.

Did your friend recognize this kid?

No. He never saw him before,

but he'd recognize 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?

You get that Keystone Kop police chief

to reopen this 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.

Jesus! Forget it.

Pretend I never said it. I didn't mean it.

No, there's nothing in the world

I'd rather do than marry you.

I just don't think you know

enough about me.

You rob banks or something?

- Bounce checks.

- For a living?

When I quit school, I got caught

in Cincinnati with no money.

I wrote a lot of checks 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 Top-Siders,

some foul-weather gear.

I don't even have a credit card.

- Do you love me?

- Yes, I love you.

I just don't think

we should get married yet.

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.

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. We'll see you

here tomorrow at 10:00.

It's fine. Okay.

What's wrong?

Gossip columnist

got ahold of the wedding.

She wrote that youre the boyfriend

Anne Briscoe's been screaming about

all over the Hamptons.

There's nothing to panic about.

I'm just worried some political prosecutor

will press for a murder indictment

if Miss Briscoe

keeps shooting her mouth off.

Now I think you two

should draw up new wills.

If I could just get a list of assets...

Youre looking at them.

This is really out of my league.

I'll let you talk to them.

Excuse me.

C.G. Morrison

is very upset with you.

Says youve cost him the best

damned helmsman on the S.O.R.C.

What do you think?

I think he's a superb sailor.

I hope he'll be as good a husband.

We have a 459 in progress.

- 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 2:00.

I want an autopsy A.S.A.P.

- What am I looking for?

- Cause of death.

Shortness of breath.

Don't f*** with Dick Tracy.

There is a suicide note, Mike.

Right,

a typed suicide note, unsigned.

Real convincing.

Okay, guys.

You can go get her.

Did you bring a body bag?

- Hi.

- Good morning.

You slept late today.

I sleep like a baby with you.

I'm gonna go down to Obsession.

have Mr. McGill do some

minor work 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.

6 x 6 or 9 x 9?

9 x 9.

All right, here you go.

- That's a 16-inch.

- Yeah.

What did Whalen want?

He's checking on Obsession.

She'll be in the water

in six weeks.

He's still working for Morrison.

Yeah, but I'm not complaining.

Now he's buying for two boats.

Yeah, but I'm not complaining.

Now he's buying for two boats.

What's wrong with Masquerade?

Propane line.

They're gonna be cruising

in the fall, so...

...he wanted it checked.

That guy's a phony.

If you ask my opinion,

I don't think he won

the grand prize.

That kind of money

is its own prison.

Lock me up.

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 b*tch!

It was worth every damn penny!

- Is she gonna start winning?

- She's gonna kick ass.

If you come south and race her.

Doesn't Olivia have

a house in Florida?

Hobe Sound.

You really want to turn this boat

over to somebody else?

That's a low blow, Mr. Morrison.

Whatever it takes to win.

By the way, Mike McGill

came over 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?

Obsessions 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?

I think it would be quite pleasant

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