Match Point Page #11

we'll do everything in our power

to keep it very private.

Your personal life's your own.

We're not making any moral judgments,

just investigating a crime.

I understand.

Look...

...if you have to get

in contact with me again,

which, God in heaven,

I hope you don't,

please call me on my mobile.

This is my number.

Thanks.

One other thing.

Do you own or have access to a shotgun?

Me?

No.

My father-in-law shoots

on the estate, but not me.

You can check it out, but...

...I beg you to consider mine

and his position.

Of course.

Thank you.

So, what do you think?

I think it's what it looks like.

Someone robbed and killed Mrs. Eastby,

who was surprised leaving,

and killed Nola Rice.

Yeah, I know. I know, it's got

drug robbery written all over it.

He's 'specting a baby.

OK, he's not gonna win

a medal for fidelity, but...

...we can find out discreetly enough

whether the Hewetts

had a shotgun unaccounted for.

I don't think that he would know the

first thing about stealing one though,

never mind sawing one off.

It's a bit of a stretch.

He's got no previous convictions.

Not even a speeding ticket.

The coroner says

that Eastby was killed first.

- Yeah.

- There's no sign of a forced entry.

So Mrs. Eastby knew the killer,

if she let him in.

Well, come on, Mike.

Ninety percent

of the crimes we go out on,

people open their doors

and invite the criminals in.

Yeah, I know, you're right.

I'm just thinking out loud.

- It's just he's got a real motive.

- Yeah, maybe.

But a motive, as you and I

both painfully know, is not a case.

I'm torn because the Rice murder

was clearly an afterthought,

but I'd love to pursue it a little more.

But I'm reluctant to fish around

and cause problems for everybody.

Well, if something develops,

we can pursue it.

I doubt anything's

gonna drop into our laps.

Chris.

Nola...

...it wasn't easy.

But when the time came,

I could pull the trigger.

You never know who your neighbors are

till there's a crisis.

You can learn to push the guilt

under the rug and... go on.

You have to.

Otherwise it overwhelms you.

And what about me?

What about the next-door neighbor?

I had no involvement

in this awful affair.

Is there no problem about me

having to die as an innocent bystander?

The innocent are sometimes slain

to make way for a grander scheme.

You were collateral damage.

So was your own child.

Sophocles said:

"To never have been born

may be the greatest boon of all."

Prepare to pay the price, Chris.

Your actions were clumsy.

Full of holes.

Almost like someone

begging to be found out.

It would be fitting

if I were apprehended

and punished.

At least there would be

some small sign ofjustice.

Some small...

...measure of hope

for the possibility of meaning.

Chris Wilton killed them.

I see how he did it.

What?

It's as we speculated

and said was too elaborate,

but that's what he did.

He killed the next-door neighbor first

to throw us off the scent

and set up the appearance of a robbery.

He waited in the hall.

He knew she'd be back

the same time as usual,

and he killed her, making it seem like

she surprised a burglar running out.

He planned it all so he could

make the theater in time

to strengthen his alibi,

if one became necessary.

Now, I haven't figured out

the weapon problem,

and I know it's a lot to ask a jury,

but the correctness of it

came to me in my sleep

and I am going to break this case.

I hate to be the bearer

of bad news, Mike.

What?

Not that your dream

isn't of primary interest to a jury.

What's the bad news?

There was another shooting

in the area last night, 4am.

A drug addict killed.

Looks like a drug sale turned nasty.

What, and he confessed

to killing two women before he died?

No, he didn't have to.

The old woman's wedding ring

was right in his pocket.

- No.

- Name and date engraved right on it.

- I don't believe it.

- I know. I know.

Your case looked good, lots of motive.

But his motive

was pretty strong too. Heroin.

Junkie with a long string

of convictions.

Killed by one of his own, no doubt.

Come on, I'll buy you breakfast.

You can traumatize me

with the rest of your dreams.

No, wait.

What if Wilton did it, threw the

jewels away, this guy finds them?

I don't know.

See what tonight's dream tells you.

I'm sure a jury will be interested.

Come on.

I give up.

I knew Wilton didn't do it.

He's another poor schmuck

who cheated on his wife.

When you see those pictures

of Nola Rice, you can see why though.

What a world. Am I right?

Careful, careful.

I'm always afraid they'll drop.

- Oh, chill out, Dad.

- Babies are so, so soft.

Right. Champagne.

- I think he's got your eyes, Chloe.

- Really?

I think he's got

your coloring darling, I really do.

Mummy, you can't tell anything yet.

They change all the time.

- My nephew.

- Uncle, Uncle Tom.

- Oh, look at these flowers.

- No, he does look like Christopher.

Actually, speaking of which, didn't you

move into Alan Sinclair's old office?

- You lucky swine.

- Oh, Mummy, look, he's dreaming.

Let's work on number two. Come on.

Come on, he is a handsome boy.

Look at that face.

Yeah, he's gorgeous.

Right, here we are. Eleanor. Please...

- Chloe...

- Good stuff, Papa.

- Thank you, darling. There you are.

- There we go.

- It's all right, you stay there.

- I'll pass them round, shall I?

Please do.

- What a good idea.

- Darling, have one.

- To Terence Elliot Wilton.

- Yes.

With parents like Chloe and Chris,

this child will be great

at anything he sets his mind to.

- Thank you, Mummy.

- He will. He...

Do you know what,

I don't care if he's great.

I just hope that he's lucky.

- Oh, lovely.

- What a lovely thought.

- He probably will be.

- Absolutely adorable.

- Mummy, are you sure I'm allowed this?

- Yes, yes.

- Yes, of course you are.

- You haven't had any for months.

I'd get it down you now, while you can.

Isn't he handsome?

My God, he's handsome.

Bet you any money

the next one's a girl.

What are you saying about him?

I was just saying he's got

the most adorable cheeks.

We were just saying how handsome he is.

Just so extraordinarily handsome.

I wonder what he's thinking.

Well, you know, they said

he was a thinker. The nurses.

- Deep thoughts. Deep thoughts.

- Here we are.

- To Terence.

- To Terence.

- To Terence.

- And all that sail on him.

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