Under Suspicion Page #3

give up painting

when I saw

what he could do

with his eyes shut.

An artist's work leaps in value

after his death,

isn't that true?

Always.

You must be sitting

on a gold mine.

Well, do you think

I killed him

to make money?

I was just

thinking out loud.

I could take this painting

to any gallery in the world

and get $20,000 for it,

probably more.

If you take it out,

you can keep it.

What are you

trying to prove?

It's a serious offer.

I wanted to show you

you care more about money

than I do.

Yeah, well,

you've got more of it

to not care about.

It's signed.

Yeah?

All these paintings are signed.

I thought famous painters

didn't sign their work

until it was sold,

to stop people

stealing them.

People

can steal paintings.

People can forge signatures,

so Stasio did something

really clever--

he put his thumb print

after his name.

Only the ones on the wall

have his thumb print on them.

The rest are worthless.

Pretty smart, huh?

Yeah, pretty smart.

Now you've had the tour.

You hated him, didn't you?

Why do you say that?

He was an amazing man.

He was the most powerful man

I ever met,

but he was... so obsessive,

and he became...

obsessed with me.

He threw Selina out.

He said he'd divorce her

and marry me,

even though I kept telling him

I was going back to America.

I didn't mean to stay with him.

Things just...

got out of hand...

and then, he wouldn't let me go.

He said

he'd kill himself

if I left.

Maybe that's what happened.

Maybe he shot your wife

and then... shot himself.

Yeah, sure,

and then what did he do

with the gun?

Son?

What am I supposed

to be looking at?

You weren't there, Frank.

Look carefully.

Tony had this

shooting competition.

Souvenir?

A souvenir, from the war.

Why did you lie to me?

for it, and I'm in enough sh*t

as it is, all right?

No, it is not all right.

Get it.

I'd forgotten all about it.

Don't make a big deal.

It was here.

I swear

it was here.

It's gone.

I know it was in there.

It's been taken.

Hazel was playing with it

last week.

She must have put it somewhere.

This is the gun

you'd forgotten all about?

[LOW VOICES]

Good morning!

What are you doing?

May I ask...

where did you go

when you left the solicitor's

on the night of the murder?

Home.

What are you doing?

Straight home?

I may have driven around

for a while,

I was pretty upset.

You'll have to do

better than that.

I had few drinks.

I don't remember

exactly where I went.

What are you looking for?

Lots of things.

Like what?

Now, this is a search warrant.

I wonder,

would you mind

if we took a look

around the villa?

[DOOR BANGS]

Did you tell

the police something

to make them tear my car apart?

No.

No?

No.

You see, I...

I did go to the hotel

that night.

Mr. Roscoe told me

what Carlo was going to do,

and I wanted

to try and stop him.

I--

I wasn't going to marry him....

But I knew

he'd fly into a rage...

so I just sat in my car.

You sat in your car?

You didn't go inside?

I should have told the police,

but I was so frightened.

I mean, it looks bad,

doesn't it?

I think his wife killed him.

She was 50 miles away.

Oh.

Well, maybe she paid someone

to do it.

Go and talk to her.

Hey, listen, I'm doing

my investigations, not yours.

I'll pay you.

To find my wife's killer?

What kind of person

do you think I am?

Hello, girls.

Someone who needs money.

You could use it to move

into a nicer neighborhood.

My mother was a prostitute.

I like living here.

Oh.

Yes. Oh.

Did you know your father?

Oh, yes.

I knew all my fathers.

What time did

your husband get home

on the night

of the murder?

Well, you don't think

my husband was involved?

Good gracious, no. No.

I just want to clarify

in my mind

the sequence of events.

About midnight.

He works very

late these days.

I was just falling asleep

when I heard the car.

What are you doing

harassing my wife?

I'm sorry?

If you have any questions,

you come to the office

and ask them.

I have one question.

If you left the office

at 10:
00,

why did it take you two hours

to drive three miles home?

Did you go to the hotel

with Angeline?

I don't have to talk to you.

Oh, you do...

sooner or later.

I'm Inspector Vance.

We met at

your husband's memorial.

But I've already

been talking

to Inspector Aaron.

Inspector?

I'm going to have

to sort him out.

Can I have a word?

He'd had affairs before.

We had

an understanding.

He swore that

they were nothing,

and that he'd

never leave me.

Until Angeline.

When he came back

from Miami, he'd changed.

He was completely

under her spell,

did anything she said.

She's a very

persuasive woman,

very clever.

Are you sure you're not just...

jealous?

Of course I'm jealous.

I've made myself ill

with jealousy.

That was his first American

exhibition in Miami.

I was an art dealer,

that's how we met.

Of course,

I had to give that all up

as soon as we were married.

No wife of his

was allowed to work.

I don't care he's dead.

I could lie,

but I don't care.

I stopped loving him

long before he...

threw me out.

Stop going around saying

you're a policeman.

In fact, stop going

around all together.

You're making me

look like an idiot,

arriving five minutes

after you all the time.

Frank, I can't help it

if I'm ahead of the game.

Do you think

she's involved?

No.

She's a very

bitter woman

who'd love

to get her hands

back into paintings,

but she's innocent.

It's Angeline.

Car was spotless,

so was the villa.

Frank, she's ice cool.

Like, today she come in here

and tried to hire me

to investigate the murders

that she committed.

I don't want you

seeing her again.

I know why they cut

his thumb off, you know.

It was to

authenticate the--

Paintings, yeah.

Well done, Detective.

You're not

the only one working.

Frank, look,

Stasio had homes

in America, in Italy.

Supposing there's

hundreds of paintings

lying all over the world,

all worthless without

the thumbprint.

Oh, Frank, she did it.

I know it.

Everyone thinks

I murdered them,

don't they?

No.

I saw a man

on the fire escape

that night when

I was in my car.

Oh, yeah?

What did he look like?

It was dark.

I couldn't really see.

Well, what height

was he?

And don't say

my height.

Couldn't tell.

Did you tell

the police?

Mm. They'll think

I made it up.

Were you happy

with Hazel?

I don't know.

I'm not an expert

in marriages.

When you were with her,

did you want to be

with other people?

Oh, yes.

All the time.

I love women.

I lose my head.

Do you think people

know what they're doing,

or do you think we're...

driven by things

we can't control.

People are capable

of anything.

A boat goes down in

the middle of the ocean,

and it's not

the women and children

who get out first,

it's the people

that are ready

to step on the others.

You're so like me.

Am I?

You don't really

like yourself, do you?

Things'd be different

if I was in America.

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