The Rich Man's Wife Page #4

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the police. That would ruin everything.

I need you.

You need me.

Got some food?

just tell me.

I'm curious.

I'm not challenging you.

Why didn't you follow the plan?

You were supposed to kill

Tony in the mountains.

An anonymous robbery, a simple hit. You

weren't even supposed to talk toJosie.

- That was the whole idea.

- That's right.

So what happened?

- "What happened?"

- Tony left.

And then I found myself with

this sweet little thing.

Decided to have

a little bit of fun.

You should know

about that, right?

But if you'd have followed the plan that

we'd agreed, to kill him and disappear...

in six months she'd have married me and

I could have paid you anything you wanted.

We can still do it.

Why don't we?

Name a fgure.

How about if you

give me $30,000?

Fine.

I'll take care of it.

You, my friend,

do not have a dime.

What puts you over the edge

in this place, anyway?

Your overhead?

This wonderful kitchen?

Fantastic furniture

you have?

If you want to know

what sunk me, it was Tony.

He brought in investors

who get paid...

straight out of the gross, so when things

are slow, like they have been lately,

then the investors still get the money,

but I go broke.

But things are looking up, man. Soon,

there'll be enough money for everyone.

Then I'll pay you double.

just... Just leave Josie alone.

I'll tell you what.

I want her to pay me.

Why?

Because I like her.

She... She said

you tried to rape her.

No. She wanted it so bad

I could smell it.

Don't f*** with me! You got what you

wanted. I'm gonna get what I need.

I don't wanna

see you again, okay?

Promise me

you won't hurt her.

Now, why should I

promise you anything?

You're just some a**hole

I met in a bar, right?

I don't believe this crap! You have my

face all over the five o'clock news...

- Like I was some common criminal!

- It's not really a bad picture.

Look, I don't want any of your cracks.

I want a formal apology.

- I want you to call a press conference.

- My offce will be...

a great place

to discuss this.

Why don't we step right down here

and I think we...

- Who is he?

- Oh, hell, man. Just another yo.

A neurosurgeon.

A golfing buddy

of the Mayor's.

He's suing the whole department

for defamation of character.

- Jesus.

- Dan, your ass is grass.

My wife told me I should go

in the real estate business.

Too late, man.

The market sucks.

Unless you want to go back

to walkin' the beat,

I suggest we fnd

another suspect.

How did the neighborhood

canvass go?

Nobody heard

or saw anything.

If it was a 'jacking, it's cold.

It may never go down.

No witnesses,

no fingerprints, no murder weapon.

At least we got

one suspect left.

You don't mean you're back

to the pretty young wife?

It's the only concept's

got any life left in it.

Is either one

of you guys religious?

No, sir. But we deeply

appreciate your prayers.

Have a look at these.

Maybe you won't need 'em.

- Very nice. Very nice, indeed.

- Wait a minute.

What is she grabbin' for?

Oh, I get it.

Havin' a good time, fellas?

- Yeah, Mrs. Golden...

- Smith.

I'm back to my maiden name

for obvious reasons.

Okay.

Where'd you get

the Polaroids?

Glove compartment

of Jake's car.

Last place I looked,

naturally.

Mind if we

keep these?

My lawyer needs 'em.

You can make copies.

- Your lawyer?

- Jake and I are in court next week.

He's trying to cut

my alimony.

He is so bullshit.

Okay, let's start

at the beginning.

State your name, please.

My name is Nora Smith...

and we've been talking about

the fact that my ex-husband, Jake...

has been screwing

Josie Potenza for God knows how long.

That level okay?

- Yeah. That's fne.

- I think Jake killed Tony.

See,

Jake is broke.

Nobody knows that,

but it's true.

He wanted Tony's wife...

and he wanted Tony's money.

But he couldn't get them

both in one package.

Why do you

say that?

Because of the prenup.

They had a prenup?

I can't believe you

didn't know about that.

It's iron clad.

If Josie left Tony,

she wouldn't get a penny.

The only answer

would be forJake...

to kill Tony,

and then marry Josie.

Why do you think we should suspect

your husband and not Mrs. Potenza?

Josie doesn't

owe me alimony.

Excuse me.

Before I go any further.

Did anyone offer a reward

in this case?

Sorry.

Sh*t.

How could this happen?

In the Palisades.

In the park where my

grandson plays soccer.

The important thing for you to know...

is that your friends

are here for you.

Thank you.

Have you been

to the bank?

- No.

- The accounts are all frozen.

Don't take it personally.

It's standard procedure when

somebody dies like that.

Well, how long?

Not long, I hope.

I wish that

were the only problem.

I feel personally responsible for

what I'm about to say.

I told Tony again and again.

I warned him. Not that

that's any excuse.

I don't understand.

What are you trying to say here, Bill?

Tony didn't leave a will.

As far as a legal document is concerned,

he never signed a goddamn thing...

apart from this prenup

which is tying my hands.

Tony kept everything

in his name.

Including real estate,

bank accounts, other assets.

He didn't put anything

in community property.

So the estate

is gonna have to go through probate...

before you can

touch anything.

How long will that take?

Could be a year,

maybe longer.

So I have nothing?

You've got

yourjewelry.

And the car.

I could help you

liquidate them.

A loan is always

a possibility.

Trust me.

You're gonna be a very rich woman.

Eventually.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, Josie.

What a shock.

- Thank you for coming.

- Call if there's anything I can do.

- I'm so sorry. Anything...

- Thank you.

- Hey.

- Hi, Corey.

Smile, Jake. The police

are taking your picture.

What are you

talking about?

It's standard in a murder case

to photograph everyone at the funeral.

Because most people

are killed by someone that they know.

And trust.

Well, I'm not planning

anything. Maybe you are.

- Why bother? You don't

even have life insurance!

josie, on the other hand,

just hit the jackpot!

- That's a disgusting thing to say.

- Tony was a good friend!

He doesn't deserve what he got from the

people that he trusted.

I don't know what the f***

you're talking about.

Checked your

glove compartment lately?

- Is leather appropriate?

You know, for funerals?

Okay, what's he doin'?

He's going back to look

in the glove compartment.

Oh, yeah.

Right about now he's thinkin,

"Holy sh*t!"

What's he looking at?

Now, who the hell is that?

- Get a good shot of him.

- I got him.

Whoever he is,

she ain't glad to see him.

He's got his hands

all over her. Look at that.

- Damn. Where's a good

lip reader when you need 'em?

Tonight at seven o'clock I want you

to get in your car and drive, okay?

Let you know where to go.

Bring me my money.

My money.

What if I don't

have the money?

That... that wouldn't be very cool, because

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