Under Suspicion Page #4

I'd be

a different person,

a new start.

I understand Selina.

She's more like me

than I care to admit.

Nobody likes being used

and then thrown away.

So why did you

stay with him?

Because I need people

to tell me that they love me,

and when they do,

I get frightened

and want to run away.

You're not answering

my question.

If he was so terrible,

why did--

[BRANCH SNAPS]

There's somebody

out there.

Let's go back

to the house.

Are you joking?

Is everything else locked up?

I feel safe

as long as you're here.

Well... I can't stay here.

You don't have anywhere

to go, do you?

Look...

I just can't get involved.

Why don't you go down

to the cellar and...

choose a wine?

It's late.

I know nothing

about wine.

Then choose a bottle

with a pretty label.

Oh, very funny.

Angeline?

Angeline...

I don't think you're supposed

to serve Bordeaux like that.

I'm going home.

Go on then.

Why did you

stay with him?

What?

Stasio,

If he was so awful,

why did you

stay with him, hm?

I can't believe you,

cross-examining me

while we're making love.

You know

who I am, Tony?

Ah... Ah.

Nobody.

But I've met Picasso,

Brock, Matisse,

I've been to Mexico,

Paris, the South Seas,

and places

people only dream about.

When I die,

I'll still exist.

People will stare at me

in galleries

all over the world.

We're nothing,

you and me.

We'll only

get out of the gutter

on someone else's back.

Everybody can be special.

You and me, we burn

to be what we're not.

We have to be special,

and we'll do

anything for it.

Wouldn't you

do anything for it?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Frank, wait. Wait.

I can't do this.

You be the killer.

Okay...

Right...

Okay, I come in

through the door.

I kill them both,

shoot them.

I, uh, cut off his thumb here...

Then leave.

No.

Why didn't they try

and get up out of bed?

Why'd they just sit there?

Why'd they let you

pick up a pillow?

Okay, okay.

They're not frightened...

because they know me.

That's right.

One of them knows me.

And the killer never came in

through that door.

Look at the direction

of the blood on the wall.

They're both turned

towards the bathroom.

You're being very slow.

Bathroom's

got a balcony.

A sash with

a sliding lock.

The easiest window

in the world to open.

[SEAGULLS CAWING]

There's

no fire escape.

I wouldn't want

to chance this

as an escape route,

especially at night.

Why are you assuming

that the killer

left the hotel

after the murders?

He went over the roof.

Sh*t.

This window

leads to the kitchen.

It's closed in the evenings

in winter.

From here,

no one can see you

if you walk back downstairs

into the lobby.

It's good, Frank.

There's only one thing

that worries me about this--

where's the gun?

Everyone in the hotel

was searched,

checked the rooms,

rubbish tips, everything,

no gun.

Walk back, will you?

Go through it again.

What did they do with the gun?

Wait a minute!

Where do those lead?

Yeah, heat's the water

for the whole hotel.

I stoke it up at night,

and then again

first thing in the morning.

How often is it

turned off?

Never. It's designed

so that the ashes

drop through

to a tray below.

What are you

looking for?

There's something

at the back there,

you see?

You reckon

you could reach that?

What make

was your gun?

Oh, Frank--

What make

was your gun?

Beretta.

I have to

arrest you.

I have to.

Somebody's setting me up,

here, Frank.

Look, I didn't

tell you this,

but a few days ago,

I came back,

and the office door

had been forced open.

Now, I didn't

see anything--

Don't even start.

But it's true.

If I give this

to Waterston,

This is enough

to convict you.

It's Angeline,

she did it.

She was outside

the hotel that night.

I know she did it.

Why, what was

her motive?

Frank,

she hated him--

Tony, I am holding

your f***ing gun.

Look, you've got to keep this

to yourself for a few days.

No, no.

Two days. We can nail her.

What if anyone

finds out

I'm holding

back evidence?

Frank, what's more

important to you,

our old friendship

or police procedure?

Don't you useour friendship--

Why not? Why not?

What else

have I got left?

You were the only one

who stuck by me, Frank,

the only one.

Stick by me now.

I could get

in a lot of trouble.

No details

about the will

have yet

been made public...

Mrs. Stasio, well,

you know each other, obviously.

Shall we begin?

The will is a document

of considerable length,

and the deceased names

a number

of art foundations and libraries

who are to receive

his diaries and sketch books

and other effects,

but I'll concentrate first

on the main division

of the estate

and the paintings,

which is considerably

more straightforward.

"To my dearest

Angeline,

"I leave everything

I possess,

to be disposed of

as she wishes."

It's outrageous!

That's it?

But I...

That's it?

She gets all the paintings?

There is

no reference to you

in the will,

Mrs. Stasio.

But I was with him

when he wrote his will, I--

When was this written?

When was it written?

December the 21st, 1959.

The day he died.

He changes his will

so that she gets everything,

and that same day,

he's murdered.

You b*tch.

You couldn't wait.

As soon as

he'd signed everything,

you got rid of him,

didn't you?

I told you, Frank,

I told you.

She got his name

on the paper-- bang.

That will is

completely legal.

She's going to walk away

with everything.

There's something

about Roscoe

I don't buy.

Maybe they're

in it together.

I'm going to tail him.

What?

Frank, what does she have

to do to convince you?

Look, it's got nothing

to do with bloody Roscoe,

it's Angeline, and I can

nail her, she trusts me.

Don't you go up there again.

You leave her to me.

Look, I'm just going to

talk to her, that's all.

I just want

to talk to you.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You were looking

for something,

weren't you?

You think

I murdered them?

No.

Get out of here.

Go on, get out.

Look, I'm sorry.

I had to be sure.

Stay away from me.

Angeline,

I can't stay away from you.

Everyone thinks

I murdered him to get his money.

I don't care

about the money,

and I don't want

the paintings.

Look, I know

you didn't do it.

You don't know.

I do.

How can you know?

How can you say that

after I find you searching

through everything?

How can I trust you?

Because we have

to trust each other.

We have to trust

each other.

We have to.

We have to...

Come with me.

I want to show

you somewhere.

[GARAGE DOOR BANGS OPEN]

[WOMEN TALKING]

Can I have a word?

Go away, we're busy.

Police.

Oh, no.

Have I got things wrong.

What's going on?

I think you better wait

in the kitchen, sonny.

You're in a lot of trouble.

I'm sure I don't need to remind

you of the law, do I?

Can I, uh...

Can I get dressed?

No.

We had a bit of trouble

selling this place...

and I kept the key

that Hazel gave me.

I come here quite often.

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