Under Suspicion Page #4

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I see the bodies

of two young girls, murdered.

The man who did that's

going to answer to me.

You make me sick.

Why do you keep saying

"The man who did it...

the one responsible, the killer"?

Why don't you put a name

to this phantom-

Henry Hearst, attorney-at-law-

if you're so convinced

that I'm guilty?

Construing my marriage

to be dysfunctional...

just makes it easier for you

to sell me down the river.

I'm being convinced,

but not all the way.

- That's why you're still here.

- I'm still here because I choose to be.

Because you asked me

if I would "drop by."

Because you fed me

this line of crap...

about a couple of questions.

But now-

Now I'm leaving.

I've told my story to exhaustion.

I've got a ballroom full of people

waiting for me over there...

to give my toast

in exactly 12 minutes.

And I've suffered enough insults

and accusations for any friend to bear.

You're not going anywhere, Henry.

What, are you gonna sick

this knuckle-dragger on me?

In that case, be careful.

Be very careful, because

you only have so many possibilities.

You remember:

I know something about the law.

I'm gonna walk right out that door

unless you book me here and now.

How about I detain you

on suspicion?

Are you serious?

Read him his rights.

Step inside.

You have the right to remain silent.

- Anything you say can and will be-

- On what charge?

Taking a nap on a bench?

Walking a dog without permission?

Two counts, first-degree murder.

Special circumstances.

Two counts, rape...

upon the persons of Sue Ellen Huddy

and Paulina Valera.

I raped them as well, huh?

If you cannot afford an attorney,

the court will appoint one for you.

Now, do you understand these rights

that have been explained to you?

See you outside a minute, please.

He's one hundred

f***ing percent guilty.

He knows exactly where

we're taking him.

Yeah, you made sure of that.

Thank you. Now, what if he lawyers up?

He opens his wallet and trots in

some hardball mouthpiece-

- That's it. We lose him.

- We already had him.

"I was sleeping on a park bench."

I mean, my ass!

You're playing it soft.

Why are you butterballing him?

Why don't you let me go in there

and let me drop the hammer on that guy?

I'm gonna walk across the street.

You go back in there,

and you sit with him.

And you keep your mouth shut.

Okay?

Shut!

I saw Victor's eyes.

And your nostrils seem

to have a new flare to them.

As in, your butt got chewed

for blowing the pooch.

Our notorious captain would love

to have ambushed me with that tidbit...

and owned the most

devastating moment.

Yeah.

- You okay with that?

- What?

I didn't know- diet or regular.

Bet they're fast, huh?

Excuse me?

Little girls.

I bet they run really fast...

when you're chasing 'em.

You'll be running quick, too,

when I file my lawsuit.

You're telling me to let a man-

whom I think

in all probability...

killed two young girls-

walk out of the station?

For ten minutes, Victor.

- Has he confessed?

- Of course not.

You have proof enough

to arrest him?

I've caught him

in a number of lies.

You need more than a few lies.

And until you have them...

I don't want him

retained officially.

Don't tell me you already-

Five minutes ago.

I thought he might take off.

He has to make his toast!

Bring him here.

No uniformed officer.

No restraint of any kind.

See to it...

Captain.

Well, this is nice.

A little alone time.

You know, I like you, Henry.

Can you believe it?

A couple of girls strangled, raped.

And yet you maintain

a sense of humor about it.

Raped and strangled.

What?

You said "strangled and raped."

I wouldn't know, especially...

but these things should

be put in their proper order.

Don't you agree, Detective?

Do you call to them?

What do I know?

Could be the poor kids,

they lured you...

off into the woods

and seduced you.

It happens.

You sound obsessed.

You like this sort of thing.

I'm just curious.

I'm curious how you operate.

Now...

these little girls- I bet they run

like rabbits, don't they?

Come on.

Tell me about it.

What do you do?

Touch 'em?

You touch 'em like that?

What, did that hurt?

You hurt 'em, don't you?

The little girls.

- Do you kiss them?

- Cut it out!

"What's your name, sweetheart?

Paulina?

That's a pretty name.

It's sexy, yeah.

Are you here all by yourself?

I am too.

Cute top. It's a tight little blouse

you got on there.

God, you're a hot little cutie.

I just wanna put my-"

Where are you going, little girl?

Back.

- Get your hands off me.

- Get back in the office.

You-

You son of a b*tch.

It's the captain.

Line three.

He what?

Never mind, Owens.

Never mind!

Just bring him here.

Bring him here now!

He has a speech to make.

When you've fixed your rug,

I gotta run you over.

Haven't you done that already?

Would you please get your hands

off me? Please!

My God, Henry! What happened?

Have you met my new tailor

and hair stylist...

the "Marquis de f***ing Sade"?

Look! This is nothing less than assault

and battery, and I have witnesses!

- Witnesses to what?

- You knocked me down the stairs!

- You attempted to escape!

- That's bullshit!

Come on!

- Let's go have a serious discu-

- Just cut the crap.

- What?

- Henry, people are depending on you.

- Shut up. Just shut up.

- Shut up, Julio.

Do you mind?

Ruthanne,

you're looking lovely, as usual.

- Henry, is everything okay?

- Yes, fine.

Thank you very much.

It's all right.

Isabella, hola.

Wait.

Just pray that I'm guilty

of killing those girls...

because if I am,

then your boys worked over a monster.

It'll be brushed under the carpet. But

if I'm not, the monster changes sides.

Henry,

just give us that money smile.

Sh*t.

Good evening,

ladies and gentlemen.

Happy San Sebastian.

I'm proud to introduce a man...

who along with his lovely wife

Chantal Hearst...

has championed many charity causes

in Puerto Rico.

And in the wake of Hurricane Lucy,

we need him more than ever.

So, Henry, get over here

and empty these people's pockets.

Where's his f***ing hair?

Had the damn thing upside down.

Thank you very much

for coming tonight.

Where you been?

Got a lot of catchin' up to do.

I'm right behind you.

When nature sends its worst, it's

as if one of God's checks has bounced.

Let's pray your checks don't.

Because that's why we're here.

Hurricane Lucy ripped across-

They say no amount of learning

can cure stupidity.

- You're certainly a candidate for-

- If he'd cracked, you'd have come back-

Well, he didn't crack,

and you're off this investigation.

- What?

- Don't, Detective.

Learn the grammar of silence

while you still hold that rank.

Now, you go back to the station.

Go home.

Put on a silly hat.

Do whatever morons do.

The island is a family,

one that has been torn apart.

We need to be there for each other,

especially for our children.

For there's no greater gift

than a child's smile.

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