Mortal Thoughts

Synopsis: The hairdresser, wife and mother Cynthia Kellogg is in police department being interrogated by the experienced detective John Woods and his partner, Detective Linda Nealon. Through flashbacks, she reveals how her best friend and colleague Joyce Urbanski married the scum and nasty James Urbanski; how hard Joyce's life with James was; and why Joyce became a criminal. The smart detective finds some contradictions in her statement and presses Cynthia, trying to disclose the truth of two murders.
Genre: Mystery, Thriller
Director(s): Alan Rudolph
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
  1 win & 1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
5.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
57%
R
Year:
1991
102 min
198 Views


Why don't you take my seat,|Mrs. Kellogg.

- Right here?|- Yes.

If it's too cold for you,|we'll close the window.

No, it's all right. I'm fine.|Thank you.

Ready?

Let's get started.

We're speaking with Cynthia Kellogg|who has come forward voluntarily...

to give information in the case|regarding James Urbanski.

In attendance|are Detective John Woods...

and myself,|Detective Linda Nealon.

Mrs. Kellogg, as procedure,|I have to inform you of your rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right,|anything you say...

can be held against you|in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

I don't need an attorney.

I didn't do anything|that I should need one.

This is your right.

lf, during the questioning, you wish|to have an attorney present, you may.

I'm just anxious to get on with this.

Do you understand|everything I've said?

Yes, I do.

When was the first time you noticed|problems in the Urbanski marriage?

That I can remember....

The wedding.

That's it, fellas.

How you doing?

How are you?

How you doing? How are you?|Good to see you.

Congratulations, Dominic.

Hey, how are you?

Harry, you look great.|Hey, what do you got?

We can use a couple|more drinks here, Bob.

I was more nervous|than I thought I'd be.

I forgot to do my left hand.

You have gloves on.|Nobody'll notice.

I messed up those words|during the ceremony.

Everyone messes up. Remember mine?|I forgot everything.

Your wedding was great.|Except your husband is...

I don't know. What groom|sells tools at his own wedding?

I know. Let me go get my comb.

Move quickly.|The condo is the future.

If you wanna go co-op,|I can help you with that too.

I couldn't tell the difference.

A condo, you own outright.|A co-op, you own stock in it.

All the units together.|It's not that complicated.

What? One minute, excuse me.

I need the purse.

Do you have to talk business?|This is a wedding.

Cynthia, that's the best time.

Social occasions.|How do you think people get rich?

Rich? That's Joyce's cousin, Bobby.|He doesn't even have a job.

Dominic, the purse.

Thanks, hon.

I'm gonna check with the photographer.

Let's have a group shot|of just the bridesmaids.

Just bridesmaids, please.

Joyce?

Come here.

Come here.

What?

- The purse?|- I gave it to my dad.

Since when do you trust your father?

He paid for the wedding. If he wants|to collect the envelopes, let him.

- Get the purse.|- No!

Go get it!

My sister paid for this dress.

- Come on, it's family now.|- It's none of your business.

- There's no need...|- Get out of here.

Who invited you anyway?

I'm telling you nicely,|go get the purse.

He embarrassed you.|He embarrassed me.

Jim, you got your whole life to fight.|Let's go get a drink.

Go get me a V.O. and soda.

- Daddy?|- Hi, hon.

- What?|- Give me the purse.

I'll take care of it.|You're beautiful.

- Give it to me.|- I got it.

- He's gonna break my neck.|- He'll break your neck?

Just relax, Daddy. Come on.

You look beautiful anyway.

Cut. Cut. Cut.

There's the f***ing purse.|You happy now?

It doesn't make any difference...

since we won't know|what was in there.

- What are you talking about?|- You're father's been drinking.

Big deal. He's nervous.

Keep your voice down.|You wanna make a scene?

You're making a scene|in front of all these people.

Dancing for the first time|as husband and wife...

Mr. James Urbanski|and his lovely bride, Joyce.

Oh, great.|Everybody's staring at us.

Congratulations!

Have a lot of dough.

What?

- I don't hear you.|- I said, I'm sorry.

Come here.|I'll bite your hand.

- Aren't they a lovely couple?|- You're an ass.

Mr. and Mrs. James Urbanski.

I guess they drifted apart from there.

I can't see why they bothered.

Joyce jumped at the chance|to marry Jimmy.

In her mind, he was a very good catch.

And after the wedding, Joyce continued|to confide in you about her problems?

Yeah, she did.

Can you tell us|what her complaints were?

Comes and goes as he pleases.|High all the time.

He was a heavy drug user.|This was a sore point with Joyce?

Well, not at first,|but he never came around.

And then he would just lose it.

What do you mean exactly?

Well, he would...

he would pull a knife on her|and chase her around the room.

Punched her so hard once,|put her in the hospital.

When is the first time Joyce said|she wanted to get rid of her husband?

I remember a time,|I don't know if it was the first time.

- When this is blond, it'll be gorgeous.|- That'd be nice.

Cynthia, I'll do her. Stay off|your feet. Why don't you cop a squat.

Joyce, what are you talking?|I know my limit.

I don't want you popping your toast|with the store full of customers.

Where the hell is Cookie?

Cookie, I'll brain you.

I swear I was stuck|in the tunnel for an hour.

Well? What do you think?

What? Did you swallow a hand grenade?

Joyce, you don't know|what's happening anymore.

We're gonna see your mother now.

- Hey, Joyce. Take the baby.|- You're supposed to take care of him.

- I gotta take care of something.|- You're gonna shoot hoops?

I gotta take care of|what I gotta take care of.

- What the hell is this?|- We ran out of Pampers.

Are you crippled? Buy some.

No. It's your responsibility, Joyce.

What happened this morning?

- I don't wanna talk about it.|- What's that mean?

What?

Great, Joyce.

Could you hold him?

Really f***ing smart.

- Thank you.|- Real f***ing smart.

That was your second appointment.

When will you listen to me?

Why talk about it|in front of customers?

F*** these customers!|Who gives a f***?

I do. I don't wanna talk about it!

We better talk about it soon.|We'll run out of time.

You don't take care of this, we'll|have another baby running around.

So what if I want another baby?

- Why?|- We talked about it and you know that!

- Get this taken care of!|- F*** you, James!

F*** me, huh?

Sh*t!

Hey, Jimmy.

- What?|- This is not the time or the place.

Mind your business.

You're the one|that inspired this sh*t.

Why don't you go cut some hair? Go.

Bye-bye.

I'm telling you, Joyce.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

You get this taken care of.

End of conversation.

Get out of here, James.

Cookie, who f***ed your hair up?

Just leave us enough for change.

- Joyce, are you all right?|- No.

- What, he hurt you?|- Yeah.

I hope you know a lot of tips|were in the register.

Cookie, I'm gonna rip that hair|out of your f***ing head!

I'll kill him, so help me God.|You want haIf the business?

She said, "I'll kill him, so help me God.|You want half the business?

You can have it.|Just kill him for me".

Did you take that proposition|seriously?

No, I never took|any of that seriously.

But she talked about it all the time?

Well, it was a joke. A running gag.

"Leave the oven on|while he's sleeping".

"Put an appliance in the tub|while he's bathing".

Like that, I mean....|Anything she could think of.

But it was just talk.|I told her to go to the cops.

She said, "I call the cops when he|belts me, and they don't do sh*t".

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