Under Suspicion Page #5

No, the lights

don't work.

A club owner

lived here.

He was planning

a robbery.

We just had to

watch the place.

It wasn't dangerous.

Two other policemen

were watching his club.

I got to know

his wife, Hazel.

Kept coming in

to see her, every night.

Frank warned

me to stop,

but I wouldn't.

I couldn't stop myself.

Then one night,

another policeman,

Colin, got...

into trouble

because of me.

I got him killed.

Sometimes-- Sometimes,

I think of my life

as the same bad thing

played over and over again--

This isn't the same,

you're innocent.

You have nothing

to be frightened of.

But I'm not innocent.

I've never been innocent.

What about this man

who killed Colin?

Maybe he's trying

to get revenge.

I don't think so.

They hanged him last year.

People always think

they're better than me...

and they are.

We're just the same.

No, we're not the same.

Buy a plane ticket

back to America.

Why?

Because really bad things

are going to happen.

"Be lucky."

Frank gave it to me

when I graduated police college.

Well, a truck

ran over it.

It's never been

the same since.

What's wrong?

You all right?

Angeline?

Angeline...

Angeline!

Oh, Christ.

You're a sick bastard.

What were you doing here?

Screwing her like last night?

You're in it together,

aren't you?

Yeah, sure.

I want a confession.

All right, I confess.

You witness that, Paul?

No, this isn't right,

we don't--

No, no.

Oh, come on, then, beat me up.

Yeah. Let's do this one

for Colin, shall we?

What do you want me to say?

I'll tell you anything.

I can't go to prison.

I can't go to prison...

You planned it all

with Angeline,

didn't you?

You told her

the moment Stasio

changed his will--

Yeah, I told her,

but I swear

I didn't have any idea

what was going to happen.

But you know who murdered him,

don't you?

Yeah, it was Angeline,

wasn't it?

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

I don't want any calls!

Look--

Tony? Where?

All right.

Wait there.

Just wait there.

Right, listen,

Go to your office now,

get the old will,

get the files on the

Stasio family, all the letters.

I want the notes

on all the meetings,

I want everything,

all right?

Don't you cheat me.

Everything.

I'll join you there

in 20 minutes.

[FIREWORKS EXPLODING]

Sorry.

I'm sorry, Frank.

What the hell happened?

Ah...

Oh, I walked into a door.

It kicked the sh*t

out of me.

What's so funny?

I've cracked it.

Roscoe is ready

to tell us everything.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six...

Hey, Tony,

enjoy the last

of the old decade.

Happy New Year, Roscoe.

No!

[SINGING "AULD LANG SYNE"

OUTSIDE]

Frank, come on,

let's call somebody,

for God's sake.

There's a note.

He's left a note.

Hey...

Just help me turn him over,

will you?

Come on.

Oh, God.

What's that?

Pick it up.

What's it say?

Come on, what's it say?

Tony?

What is your current profession?

I'm a private detective.

And what does the majority

of your work consist of?

It varies.

Well, I understand

you have a speciality.

Well, I do a lot

of matrimonial work.

You falsify adulteries

to enable people

to get divorces.

I like to think

I help unhappy people

to put their lives

back together.

You make it sound

like a charity.

Of course, it isn't a charity,

is it, Mr. Aaron?

You make money out of

other people's misery.

What, like barristers, you mean?

As I understand it,

You would

make your wife

go to bed

with these men,

and then you'd

go to court

and testify to witnessing

their adultery,

is that more or less

what you did?

More or less.

And how many,

approximately,

of these...

dirty weekends did you arrange?

I don't know, a dozen, maybe?

Yes, well,

let's not argue

with that figure

for the moment, a dozen.

So on at least

a dozen occasions,

you went to court... and lied.

And you lied

and you lied again--

Well--

It doesn't inspire

much confidence

in you telling

the truth now,

does it, Mr. Aaron?

Why did you leave

the police force?

Well...

Well, a friend--

a friend of mine

was killed, and, um...

And what, Mr. Aaron?

I couldn't take the pressure,

I had to leave.

Isn't it the case

that you were told to resign

in return for formal charges

being dropped against you?

That's enough,

Mr. Jenkins.

The jury will ignore

that last remark.

Mr. Aaron...

Why did you marry your wife?

What do you mean?

That's a stupid question.

Well, stupid or not,

why did you marry your wife?

The same reason everybody does,

because I loved her.

I don't believe

that's the truth.

Tony bought a car off me

a couple of years ago,

and we got to be friends.

He was seeing this married woman

at the time, you know.

This was

Hazel Powers?

Yeah, that's right.

Then a copper

was killed by Powers,

and he was... tried and hung.

Anyway, Tony and I

were drinking one night,

and he said he was going

to marry Hazel, you know.

I couldn't believe it,

because

all he'd ever said before

was she was just a good...

Yes?

Good in bed.

I never thought

he really cared

about her.

I said this to him,

and he just laughed.

He said, "Have you

seen her house?

Do you know how much

money she's got?"

He didn't leave much doubt

about why he was marrying her.

Did you see Mr. Aaron

subsequent to the marriage.

After they got married,

Tony found out

this guy, Powers,

had huge debts.

He was virtually

bankrupt.

His club was sold,

his house was put on the market,

and Hazel didn't end up

with anything at all.

He was really mad

when he found out.

He said he'd made

the biggest mistake of his life.

Mr. Aaron,

were you aware

that your wife had

an insurance policy

through the access

trades union

of which

she was a member?

No.

Well, I wasn't

until I went through

her things after--

Do you recall

the conditions of the policy?

I just read it

through once.

You stood to gain

a thousand pounds

in the event

of her death.

Look, it's a standard

insurance policy--

Thank you, Mr. Aaron,

that's all for now.

I can say

with complete confidence

that this is the gun

that killed them both.

We asked him twice

if he owned a gun.

He denied it both times.

Is this your gun?

I said, is this your gun,

Mr. Aaron?

It looks like my gun.

How did it come to be

in the boiler room of the hotel?

It was stolen from me.

I had a break-in in my office.

Really? And when did you

report it stolen?

I didn't know anything

was missing at the time.

I didn't realize

until after the murders.

And were there any witnesses

to this alleged break-in?

Yes, the client I was helping.

He was with me.

Who is this man?

He's a barrister.

Oh, and, uh,

we'll get a chance to talk

to this

barrister, will we?

He doesn't want

to appear in court.

Really?

Well, that'll be the first

barrister I've ever known

to be shy of appearing in court.

So really,

what you're telling us

is that no one

can substantiate

this alleged break-in?

Yes, this barrister can.

Yes, well...

Why did you have a gun?

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