Reversal of Fortune Page #5

Well...

That must be better for you than

what you've had to put up with.

You're referring to the call girls.

Yes. I mean, that is where

you've gone previously, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

And isn't this better? Or is

Billy Botsky's daughter a call girl too?

This is much better.

That was what? July, August?

Now it's Christmastime, and you were

still squabbling over Alexandra?

No, we were fighting about my work.

Sunny was...

Well, by the evening,

she'd drunk so much eggnog

that I had to help her into the bedroom.

Time for bed, darling.

There we are.

Please don't hold my arm.

Darling, you know when you get like this.

Do you remember?

You fell and broke your hip.

That was years ago.

It was two years ago.

Get me a Scotch and soda.

May I at least urinate alone?

She runs the water every time

she goes in there.

If she was soused, why get the Scotch?

Because she asked for it.

Sunny got what Sunny wanted.

It's OK.

- Good night, Daddy.

- Good night, darling.

- Good night, Claus.

- Good night, Alex.

Hasn't my mother given us

enough money? Claus!

That night, we hardly slept.

Your age is perfectly acceptable to retire.

I'm already retired.

I haven't worked full-time since Getty.

Exactly. It's your ego.

You've never had a career, not really.

I'm going to have one now.

Come on, Sunny. Your father worked.

Do you want the children to think

a male's place is in a deck chair?

You marry me for my money,

then demand to work.

You're the prince of perversion!

- Are you trying to destroy our family?

- No, of course not. I simply want some...

...intercourse with the world.

Shut up, Pan!

Oh, what does it matter?

So, is that it? Another divorce?

OK. I'll divorce you. I will.

Oh, God. Two-time loser.

- I'll divorce everybody.

- I don't want a divorce.

I don't want to marry

Billy Botsky's daughter.

I want to stay with you and I want

to work. I need that as a man.

It's hopeless.

Oh, God. I need my beauty sleep.

Why do you believe it's hopeless

just because it's some...

Good night, Claus.

Sunny, you know I love you.

Good night.

- OK, and the next day?

- Well...

Maria's testimony

was wildly exaggerated.

Sunny was never moaning.

Maybe the occasional slur, but...

And Maria shook Sunny.

Nobody ever shook Sunny.

What happened when

she became conscious?

After the first coma,

it was kind of absurd.

Everybody was angry at me.

Can't you ever leave me alone?

Why did you do it?

I would've been better off.

You would've been better off.

What do you want me to say?

I'm sorry I saved your life?

Yes.

Say it.

Of course I'm not sorry.

Claus.

What am I going to do with myself?

When I phoned Alexandra to tell her,

she said the same thing.

She said "Why did you do it?

Why did you call the doctor?"

Are you saying she wanted you

to let Sunny die?

No, no, no, no, no.

It was more "Everybody says

Sunny's such an unhappy woman

and has nothing to live for."

Well, so much for the first coma.

The second, of course,

was much more theatrical.

Theatrical? What is this, a f***ing game?

This is life and death.

Your wife is laying in a coma.

You don't even make

a pretence at caring, do you?

Of course I care, Alan.

It's just I don't wear

my heart on my sleeve.

Let's call it a night, OK?

As you wish.

Three drugs on the needle:

amobarbital, Valium, insulin.

We can't all be you, Alan.

Get a doctor to prepare five needles.

One with nothing, two with

Valium, amobarbital and insulin,

two with just Valium and amobarbital.

We send them to the lab

that our famous needle went to.

See if we get a false-positive result.

- If we don't?

- If we don't, I clean the latrines.

You're not gonna believe this.

David Marriott wants money.

Who doesn't?

- His memory might fail.

- Forget him.

He has lost his job, and he is running

around trying to find evidence for us.

Let's do what the government does

with witnesses. Pay him for his time.

- What's his time worth?

- Buck and a half.

Dersh! Your team's on!

- You gonna pass to me this game?

- No.

Their investigator said the needle

had an encrustation near the tip.

Doctors tell us this is

inconsistent with injection.

So how did it get there?

Oh.

If I inject this needle,

the skin acts as a kind of a swab.

It cleans the needle off, leaving

the tip completely free of liquid.

But if I just dip the needle

into the liquid, what do you see?

Dry this out, you have an encrustation.

So it's a frame-up?

It's Desdemona's handkerchief.

My stepchildren thought I was guilty,

didn't have evidence, so concocted some.

- This should win us the case, no?

- No. We're maybe halfway home.

There's still a lot of weird stuff.

- Did you love Sunny?

- I married her.

Of course I loved her. She was beautiful.

- Rich.

- Why not?

What I've seen of the rich,

you can have 'em.

I do.

The black bag. Was it yours?

Sunny appropriated it.

But to understand that, you must

understand that, after the first coma,

she went into a complete rage.

- Did you take them?

- Certainly not. Take what?

My pills, you moron!

Valium, Seconal.

- You took them, didn't you?

- I've long since stopped interfering.

Well, who? My children wouldn't dare.

- Oh. I know who.

- Where are you going?

Maria!

She soon found them.

It's my lovely mother, isn't it?

She's behind all this.

She's in cahoots with Maria.

Well, just because she had all the money

before I had all the money

does not mean she's my lord and master.

Of course not. I am your lord and master.

Just kidding.

Maria loves me too much.

It's unhealthy for her,

and it's certainly no fun for me.

There.

We'll see if that ugly little maid

of mine can sniff this one out.

And what are you going

to do with all that?

I'm not gonna tell you. I assure you,

it's not gonna be among my affairs.

Odd she used that word - "affairs".

The prosecution thinks you ground up

the drugs to inject Sunny.

And this nose-drop business

is pretty far-fetched.

But consider the pattern, Alan.

It's public record that Sunny used drugs.

Her behavior here of hiding them

in liquid so that no one will find them

is your classic alcoholic stashing

pints of whiskey all over the house.

You're right. Of course.

You've always been right, haven't you?

This is the most dangerous case

I ever worked on.

- You find that exhilarating?

- No, I do not. I am breaking every rule.

The best way to win

is to proclaim your innocence,

and I have never done that for anybody.

And the problem I got is

I see who you are.

- You'd do anything to win.

- So would you.

Yeah, but you don't trust the legal system.

You're saying I'd manufacture

witnesses, affidavits?

- No, but you would sacrifice me.

- Oh, please, Alan.

The more I believe that you are innocent,

then more nervous I am.

I go out on a limb for you, you're

proven guilty, I look like an a**hole.

My reputation, my credibility,

my career - destroyed.

- That's the risk you're taking.

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