Where The Truth Lies Page #9

...Im writing in my book.

Except you're never

going to finish your book.

You don't have to.

The person who needed

your book is dead.

You always wrote the material

for your shows.

Every single word was rehearsed.

The book was a manual,

a set of notes...

...so Vince would get

every detail of the official story.

"A couple of extra babes for him

to sleep with that night.

A few of them on hand.

Well, not exactly on his hand.

That wasn't his preference."

- So, what's your point?

- He quoted that very line to me.

Quoted it from your manuscript as if

he were saying it for the first time.

You wrote it because you loved him.

And feared for him.

And feared for yourself.

And then you wrote this:

Where the f*** did you get that?

- Delivered to my room.

- Bullshit. You stole it.

Maureen O'Flaherty was killed

in the Versailles Hotel, in your room...

...the night before the telethon.

The night before we met.

Get out of my office.

Miss Trout?

We walked through the deserted

backlot of the studio...

... and I confessed

that I wasn't Bonnie Trout.

That I was writing a book

about Vince Collins.

And that I was trying

to uncover the secret...

... behind what happened

to Maureen O'Flaherty.

I told him what I found out.

He prayed that he would

be forgiven...

... for having been there

as the murder was concealed.

Miss O'Connor...

...I have a tape recording of

the night Miss O'Flaherty was killed.

She had brought a machine.

- For the interview.

- Yes.

I found it as I was

getting rid of her things.

She kept it on?

Could you use this tape

for your book?

Of course.

Miss O'Connor...

...is it something?

Oh, my.

Is it something I could sell?

Reuben, I can't speak

on behalf of my publishers...

...but I'm sure that we can

settle on a price.

Oh, thank you, Miss O'Connor.

I'll even 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.

That's not my preference,

as you may have gathered by now.

I need the money.

Did you have a figure in mind?

Would you think a million dollars

would be too much?

Vince was being paid

a million dollars for his life.

This is one night.

The most important night.

You could have left me a note

or called me.

- I did leave you a note.

- Where?

Lanny left this for me

at my apartment.

It's his version

of what happened that night.

On its own,

it's absolutely useless to me.

I could have typed it myself.

But if it matched

what's recorded on your tape...

...it would make it priceless.

Which is why you sent it to me.

You just said

Mr. Morris left it at your apartment.

He was surprised I had it.

Like he was surprised I hadn't found

the note he left for me at the hotel.

The note you must've disposed of

as you were tidying the room.

I told you how he deals with women.

I was afraid.

Really afraid of what

he might do to you.

Maybe you were afraid of what I'd...

I'd do to him. And to you.

Why would I be afraid of

a schoolteacher called Bonnie Trout?

Because you knew I was

Karen O'Connor.

When I woke up,

you folded my clothes...

...and placed my pocketbook

on the bed.

The pocketbook that had my name

and the letter from my publisher.

I was writing about the one thing

you wanted to have total control over:

Collins and Morris.

You made me abandon any thought

of trying to contact Lanny.

You made me feel like I was

less than nothing to him...

...because you were playing

your own complex game.

And what exactly was this complex

game I was playing, Miss O'Connor?

You were in the room.

That night.

Lanny had a robe.

He dropped it on the bed.

After Maureen asked for money...

...the wallet was on top.

It had been folded.

Well, I always, always arranged

Mr. Morris' things.

After he went to bed.

You were there before.

How would I get out?

All three doors were chain-locked.

Through Vince's room.

Then, the next morning...

... you must have chain-locked the

door before you went to wake him up.

F***!

Lanny let me read the first chapter.

Vince sent me the second.

And you stole this.

To whet my appetite.

I wanna write.

I wanna be a journalist.

So I could either

use this information...

... or I could use a lot of money.

Is that why you killed her?

To protect them?

For 15 years...

... he tormented Vince and Lanny.

He could never blackmail Vince

while Sally Sanmarco was alive...

... so he waited until Sally died

to activate his retirement plan:

A million dollars from Vince.

A million dollars for the same tape

he offered to me.

He would never get his money,

and I would never see him again.

He had taken her life...

... and with it her mother's heart...

... and her father's mind.

And now...

... all that remained

of Maureen O'Flaherty...

... was a tree

in her mother's garden.

Your daughter learned something

about Vince Collins...

...that he didn't want anyone to know.

Because of that...

...she was killed.

If it's of any small comfort,

she probably didn't suffer.

I want people

to know about this man.

I want them to know

why he killed her.

There is someone in all this...

...who is totally innocent

of any involvement...

...in the events of that night...

...but whose life will be made infinitely

worse if I tell the truth at this time.

I wanna protect this person

from any further pain.

I promise you...

I promise you I will write down

the truth that I've learned...

...but I have to let matters lie

until this person has died...

...and the truth

can no longer touch them.

I saw no indication on her face...

... that she knew

I was talking about her.

You're a very special girl.

Forgive me.

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