Where The Truth Lies Page #7

Not now.

Not after what you've done to him.

Vince.

Oh, sh*t.

Vince...

...I made a terrible mistake

in New York.

I apologize to you

more than I know how to say.

I'm so sorry.

Vince, the realization

of your life story...

...shouldn't be threatened

because of my failings.

Please let me continue

to work with you again.

I'll help you tell your story right.

Come back tonight.

Let me think about it.

- How do you like the wine?

- It's magnificent. What is it?

People make a big deal of 1959...

...but I don't think there'll be

a year as special as 1961.

It was a great year for French wines.

Will you join me?

What are they?

They're like very mild-mannered

Quaaludes.

Must've done a few of those

in your time, right?

Are you sure they're okay

with alcohol?

Oh, they're even better with alcohol.

Believe me, I'd know.

Come on in, honey. The water's fine.

All my life, I've had this idea

that I could always be in control.

Ever since I was sick,

I had this sense...

... that I could make my body

do anything I wanted.

If I could will my polio away...

... I'd certainly be able to will away

the effect of any drug.

Do you mind if I close the drapes?

The sun's in my eyes.

It's moonlight.

Go ahead.

I remember you.

You're Alice.

In Wonderland.

Oh, I don't know.

I'm really stoned

out of my head already.

Is it good?

Jesus, Vince. It's like monster grass.

Do you get this stuff all the time?

All the time.

You're Alice.

You're so beautiful.

She's ours.

Isn't that so, Alice?

I'm yours.

I like you.

I had always been fascinated by how

some women could cross the line...

... between who they were and who

they would let themselves become.

Maureen...

... Alice...

... and now...

... me.

Morning.

That was not a Quaalude you

gave me. I've had Quaaludes.

I said it was like a Quaalude.

And you didn't take one yourself.

You palmed the pill.

Somebody had to drive.

Don't worry, you won't get pregnant.

Not from Alice,

and certainly not from me.

I never took off my pants,

as you may or may not remember.

There are laws against

drugging people.

Oh, please. You took it voluntarily.

Nobody slipped it into your drink.

And you chased it with one of the most

expensive wines in the world.

You're just in a dither because you've

discovered you can swing both ways.

You see...

...I needed to get something on you.

Of course, your behavior with Lanny

might have been even better than this.

But I'd already set the wheels

in motion.

And as I was dying to see

you and Alice get it on...

Well, these are just a sample.

Why would she agree to do this?

Doesn't she want a career?

Well, it's your career

I'm worried about.

You're a journalist

playing loose with the rules.

She's just a vulnerable young singer

you seduced.

A promising... Oh, good heavens.

Promising artist

that I happen to manage.

You met her through me...

...and had your way with her.

What do you want from me?

You're going to continue

writing the book.

I'm going to continue telling you

juicy stories, funny stories...

...heart-tugging stories.

And you're not going to ask me

a single question...

...about what happened

to the girl in New Jersey.

You're going to go to your publisher,

say you tried every angle...

...but you could find nothing odd

or suspicious in what I told you.

I'll even try to spice it up a little,

talk about how...

...the night before the telethon,

I wanted to sleep like a babe...

...so to cover my bets,

I kept a few babes on hand.

Well, not exactly on my hand...

...and that's not my preference,

as you might have gathered by now.

So you get your bestseller,

I get my million.

Everyone goes home happy.

You've dreaded talking about

Maureen O'Flaherty since we met.

If it's something you're so

desperate to avoid...

...why would you ever agree

to do this book?

I need the money.

Vince, anything you say

in my presence is mine to use.

Everything you said last night

and everything you've just told me.

And since I'm also allowed to include

contextual background...

...I can write about

how you set me up...

...how you tried to blackmail me.

I'll even include those Polaroids.

It's your word against mine. We have

a contract. Everything's in my words.

We've agreed to your answers,

but there's nothing to stop me...

...from putting any information I want

into a question I ask.

Information that I'd like to be

public knowledge...

...or that the police

might wanna look into.

Would you like me to fire one of my

loaded questions, on the record?

Sure.

Vince...

...in your suite

at the Versailles Hotel in Miami...

...was it your or Lanny's idea...

...to put Maureen's body into the case

containing shellfish and ice...

...and have it shipped

to New Jersey?

No answer, Mr. Collins?

So noted.

Oh, and incidentally,

by not answering...

...you're in violation of your contract.

What a shame.

I understood you needed that money.

Oh, no. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God!

Was that how

you murdered Maureen?

Ask Lanny.

He's the one who knows.

It wasn't that hard for him

to get the suite he wanted.

The Versailles was still one of the

fanciest of the hotels along the beach.

But by then, its era had passed.

Thank you, sir.

All the furniture was new.

It had been 15 years...

... but the floor plan...

... was still the same.

In that spot...

... that was where the truth

had come out.

That was why she had to die.

Are you Japanese or Chinese?

Vietnamese.

The kitchen tell me

you famous person.

Why you famous?

They didn't tell you my name?

No.

What is it?

Lanny Morris.

It's a Jewish name...

...but I'm a nebbish.

You ordered three bottle

of champagne.

You want me to open one now?

Or wait until friend come?

Open all three.

Are you really famous, Mr. Morris?

In my day.

Before your time, I suppose.

I come from the north of Vietnam.

In my town, there is no television.

She explained that American movies

had been banned where she grew up.

She got better tips pretending

she was Madame Butterfly...

... than by telling people

where she was really from.

What did you do, Mr. Morris?

I made Vince Collins' life...

...very difficult.

She didn't understand, but her policy

was not to linger in the rooms...

... of solitary gentlemen.

He signed the room-service check

under Lanny's name.

Thank you.

There was no ice or water

left in the buckets...

... when his body was discovered

the next morning.

He had dumped the ice into

the bathtub and died in it.

He must have felt

there was some poetry in it.

His plan was to drink

enough champagne...

... with enough sleeping pills...

... so that ending things would

become an acceptable idea.

He could manage that.

He knew for certain

he couldn't manage anything else.

Hi.

I thought you were

gonna be out all afternoon.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

This was under the door.

What is it?

Chapter three.

John, as my lawyer, I want you

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