Under Suspicion Page #5

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I want him back. Now. Tonight.

Not tomorrow.

Victor, don't underestimate...

the resolve of Henry Hearst

and his law firm...

to raise your severed head

on a pole...

and wave it

for the whole damn island to see.

We'll see whose head

gets waved on that pole.

Well, that's your decision,

then...

isn't it?

In closing, I'd like to ask you

to look into your hearts...

realize what truly matters

in life...

and find the love

to help our family.

Perhaps catastrophe...

is the natural human environment.

We find ourselves attacked

by unforeseen forces come to harm us...

even though we are innocent

of any wrong doing.

But it is human nature to overcome,

if we work together.

So, please,

help me help the children.

Thank you.

You know,

as if I wasn't embarrassed enough...

you jerked me out of there without

being able to chat or have dinner.

- I'm hungry, damn it!

- You like chocolate?

There's a whole machine full of it

in the hallway...

and I know you've got money.

- You can't treat me like this.

- Of course I can!

You'll eat, Henry.

Food is the least of your problems.

I'm going to do the best I can

to see you get three squares a day.

Come with me.

Will you hold my husband all night?

How long could that be?

Would you like to have a private chat

with your wife?

This is Detective Castillo.

He's going to set up a video camera

in here while I chat with Chantal.

Why must you question her?

Detective Castillo

will get you some food.

- I should tell you the-

- Do it outside.

Victor,

I need to know what's happening.

Just give me a moment

while I close the door.

She came in- She was- to me-

Is Henry here? Can I see him?

- I need to see him.

- Doesn't want to talk to you.

If he's innocent,

why is this taking so long?

I never said he was innocent.

Tell me about your lives together

as a couple.

You could start

with the separate bedrooms.

He talked about that?

- And what else?

- Your sister.

Don't you offer

to light a lady's cigarette?

Tell me about the night he...

visited your sister's home.

What night would that be?

December 19, Sunday night,

about 9:
00 in the evening.

I find it curious that you chose

not to accompany him.

I wasn't aware

Henry had visited my sister.

Why wouldn't he tell you?

Obviously Henry has talked to us

about your marriage...

how you wish you had married someone

closer to your age, like Paco.

You're saying Henry's jealous

of my sister's husband?

Are you having an affair

with Paco?

Am I on trial now?

Can you tell me

what time he got home that night?

There was a night

that could be it.

I remember the front door.

Its old, very heavy.

It tends to slam.

Did you look at the clock?

- You must've been worried.

- This wasn't the first time.

Hello?

Take me into that room.

Why don't you answer me?

And you didn't pursue it? Or didn't

you care to ask where he was?

We don't ask those sort

of questions anymore.

But I'm sure

you're going to tell me.

We have reason to believe

he was in La Perla...

where a young girl named Paulina Valera

was raped and murdered...

and left on a garbage dump.

I need to know whose name

the house is in.

The house was a gift.

Then may I have your permission

to search the house?

You may not.

- You said you were hungry.

- What'd she say?

- You all set, Castillo?

- Yes, sir.

Start recording.

I was talking to you.

That's right. Victor only listens

when it suits Victor.

I listen, Henry.

I was listening when you told me

you left your sister-in-law's...

and drove to La Perla, that you went

for a walk and fell asleep on a bench.

Now I'd like to hear something

that vaguely resembles the truth.

- That is the truth.

- Chantal says you got home at 3:30 A.M.

I told you I went for a walk.

I was drunk. L-

- I may have had another drink.

- You happen onto Via Del Mar Boulevard?

Do you want to party with me?

What do you want?

- Did you see any hookers?

- No.

- You didn't talk to any hookers?

- No.

- Spend time with one, perhaps?

- Absolutely not.

You're lying, Henry.

Your carotid artery

is pumping like crazy.

And your eyes- They turn down

and to the left.

That's what liars do.

It's a fact.

Our bodies give us away.

Do you know what these do?

They keep me awake.

I haven't been sleeping much.

Since you found Sue Ellen Huddy's body,

I've been working straight through.

And I've got so much

to share with you.

For instance, I accompanied

those two officers...

who phoned in the license number

from your Range Rover.

We went back to La Perla.

They showed me

exactly where you parked.

We conducted some interviews.

Imagine my surprise when several

prostitutes recognized your photo...

said you'd been coming around

for months.

Jesus Christ, Victor,

she's in the next room.

I'm talking about street hookers,

needle users, crackheads...

not high-class call girls.

Curb crawlers, for God's sake.

My God. That old carotid artery

is pumping like gangbusters.

God damn you.

Chantal can't hear you,

not with the door closed.

- Unless I turn the speaker on.

- Please.

She was blond.

Obviously peroxide,

being Hispanic.

She would truly have been beautiful

without all that makeup.

- I never knew her name.

- Do you miss me, huh?

Yes, you do.

I left my sister-in-law's house...

to have sex in an alley

with a prostitute.

I be a good little girl

for you. Little girl.

I finished myself off...

drinking any goddamn thing

I wanted at the Sunshine Cafe.

A whiskey.

What do you think? That I'd

spend my life banging on my wife's-

my wife's door?

I'd find a substitute...

someone just the opposite

from Chantal.

A prostitute is a woman

who will give you a great deal...

for relatively little money.

Well, as an alibi,

I don't know, Henry.

A lot of women in Puerto Rico

die their hair blond...

especially in that profession,

but I'll tell you what I do know.

One of them admitted she'd been with you

last week. Her name was Reina.

- Do you know this man?

- No.

Yes.

She was young,

much younger than the others.

And she says

that's why you like her.

But this must be an old picture.

- Why?

- The guy's bald now.

- Bald?

- Mm-hmm.

You remove your hairpiece down there

as well, dont you, Henry?

It seems nobody remembers you

with the rug.

Trying not to be recognized.

That's smart.

Pick 'em up in your car,

somebody might catch a license plate.

- "This one likes it quick"-

- From behind.

He pumps me hard.

At least he comes fast.

Then goes like he doesn't

want to be here.

But I like it fast.

Gets me back-

"...into my corner."

But a week ago is no alibi,

is it, Henry?

Why, Henry?

Why here like this...

in the dirt?

Think of the high-class escorts

you can buy.

Suites at the Ritz.

Don Perignon. And you choose this.

Don't tell her, will you,

Victor? Please.

I imagine Chantal will be thrilled

to learn you were with a prostitute...

instead of what

you were really doing.

Rapists leave bodily fluids-

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