Masquerade Page #5

being pregnant in Florida.

You know how I've been feeling yucky

these last couple of days?

Well, I went

to see Dr. Morton yesterday,

and he didn't know what was wrong,

so he ran a pregnancy test, and...

But youve been on the pill.

Yeah. It happens.

Not very often,

but it does happen.

Oh, God, youre upset.

No, I'm stunned.

I just can't believe it.

I'm very happy.

You are?

You are?

Yeah.

I said fine.

I'll be there tonight.

Okay, I'll see you.

Does this mean

what I think it means?

This weekend?

- It's stupid meeting here.

- Chill out.

Nobody comes up here at night.

We have to talk.

Talk?

What's there to talk about?

I can't kill her.

When you improvised with Gateworth,

that was fine with me...

50% is better than 33...

but I am not about to let you walk away

with 300 million all for yourself.

- I don't give a sh*t about the money.

- Right.

That's why you married her.

Look...

It's gonna work out perfectly.

Like you said,

everybody knows I hate you.

Christ, even the lawyers

know I hate you.

I clear you on accidental death,

nobody's gonna question it.

She's pregnant.

Jesus Christ.

Look, once the baby's born,

it gets the money, so it's over.

I don't give a f***

if she's having triplets!

I have done too much

to let that bother me.

I spent a whole year of my life

setting this thing up.

I'm not gonna do it.

Listen up, my friend,

because youll only hear it once.

Youre gonna do her,

and we're gonna split

a shitload of money,

or youre going away for murder.

Oh, really?

What are you gonna use as proof?

You forgot one thing

in that bedroom...

a glass

with your fingerprints all over it.

That puts you there that night.

Ten to one I walk

if it goes to a jury.

I don't want to take

your money and your life.

There's another piece of evidence

that's real conclusive.

You planted something,

you cocksucker.

You just give me a f***ing excuse.

It's either her...

or you.

You just want her dead.

That's what this is all about.

Happy birthday.

What's that smile for?

I'm just happy.

I'm so happy.

It's only 7:
15.

What's the rush?

It's a surprise.

Hello, Raymond?

Bring it around.

Well?

Do you like it?

I love it!

- Pardon?

- Saint-Tropez.

Youll be coming

out of a sharp left-hand curve.

There's a big elm tree

just past the apex. I oiled the road.

Without a seat belt,

she's history.

You wear yours, youll be okay.

What are you worried about?

A month from now youll be able

to buy Ferraris in colors.

Don't kill me.

He just got it this week.

Youre a f***ing dead man.

Just relax, all right?

Relax.

Youre gonna have

plenty of time to relax.

I figure like...

...15 to life.

Youre going down for Gateworth.

- I have an alibi.

- Maybe.

But what about Anne Briscoe?

You killed Anne Briscoe.

According

to the evidence I found,

you killed her.

Your move, Romeo.

Look, I told you I'm gonna do it,

but I'm not gonna go crashing

into a f***ing tree.

I could have been killed myself.

Fine.

My old man says Masquerade

has already had problems

with its propane line.

It would be clean, easy.

You disconnect

the propane flexihose at the stove,

roughen the edges with a file

like a rat chewed it,

caused a leak.

- A rat?

- Yeah, a rat.

I'll put a big rat onboard.

They'll find it and the hose

in the wreckage.

Accidental death guaranteed.

It's gonna be tough

getting her on the boat alone.

Bullshit.

You tell her youll meet her there

at a certain time.

She's always on time,

right to the minute.

She knows her boats.

She sees the warning light,

hits the pump...

Boom.

When do you leave for Florida?

Next Thursday.

I'm glad youre home.

Brooke Morrison called. She wants us

to have dinner tomorrow night.

You sure you want to do it?

Yeah.

What's past is past.

- I had a wonderful evening.

- We'll see you tomorrow for lunch?

Yeah, okay.

We'll meet on the Obsession.

Is there a bathroom I can use?

Up the stairs, first bedroom.

Thank you.

Let's hear from you.

I love you.

Very sweet.

Truce?

Youd like that, wouldn't you?

I'm glad you came up.

Really?

I wanted to thank you.

I know about you and Tim,

and with him sailing Obsession.

I think it's better

if we all remain friends.

I really don't think

you know the half of it.

I don't know what you mean.

I'm sure you don't.

Gateworth died

around 11:
30, didn't he?

And you and Prince Charming were

already an item by then, weren't you?

We were seeing each other.

Seeing each other?

I'm sure it was a little bit more

than that, right, sweetheart?

I just thought

you might want to know...

While you were plugging

your stepfather,

your husband was plugging me,

and he was great.

I wouldn't trust the prick

if I were you.

Is it true?

Olivia, for Chrissakes,

of course it's not true.

- You said it was over by then.

- It was.

- Are you sure?

- Olivia, think.

She told you a time... 11:30.

You know where I was at 11:30.

I can do a lot of things, but I can't be

in two beds at the same time.

Brooke Morrison

is a hopeless alcoholic.

She's also insanely jealous.

She was furious when I called it off.

She's just doing this

to get back at me and hurt you.

It really hurt.

That's what she wanted it to do.

Don't ever lie to me.

What's up, Sam?

Just replacing the barient.

Whalen came by,

said it had to be done by tonight.

What's the rush? I didn't think they

were leaving until the end of next week.

They moved it up.

He said they're heading south

tomorrow afternoon.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's what he told me.

- You feeling okay?

- Do I look okay?

- Morning sickness?

- Yeah.

Oh, God.

We don't have to leave today.

Everybody says

if youre going to be sick,

youre going to be sick.

It doesn't matter where you are.

Let's just go.

I'm sick of this town.

1:
00?

You gonna be on time?

I wouldn't miss it.

I'll buy groceries.

I love you.

Good.

28.40.

Mrs. Whalen around?

I'm afraid she's out.

Mr. Whalen?

He left about an hour ago.

I'll wait around

for a couple of minutes.

- Tommy, fill it up, please.

- Yes, ma'am.

I know, I know, Alberto.

Did she call?

- Twenty minutes ago.

- From the boat?

From town.

She said she'd be there at 1:00.

On the nose.

Yes, sir.

Officer McGill came by

looking for Mrs. Whalen.

What did he want?

I don't know.

He waited inside

for about ten minutes and then left.

Okay. Thanks.

This is a nice surprise.

I thought I'd take you to lunch.

Great. On you?

Sure. Anything you want

that's under a buck.

The Masquerade is looking sharp.

Varnished

all her bright work last week.

Olivia, get off the boat!

If you get a chance to talk

to any of those paramedics at all...

Chief, what happened?

Propane explosion.

Lawrence's old sloop,

the Masquerade.

One D.O.A.

Olivia Lawrence?

No, her husband Tim Whalen.

Damn shame.

She's up in your father's office.

Let's go.

Oh, my God.

Why?

Why, Mike?

God!

Sh*t!

You bastard!

...and may Timothy Whalen

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