Hi, this is Paul Martel. Leave a message after the beep.
Mom?
You're supposed to be in bed.
-You're crying, Mom. -Oh, honey.
Mommy's just a little sad, that's all. Come on, I'll take you bed.
Let's get you into bed.
Don't be sad, Mom. Dad will be home tomorrow.
His name is Paul Martel.
He lives at 433 Mercer Street, Apartment 3.
She sees him during the day.
Usually goes around lunchtime.
Stays about two hours, maybe three.
They go to the movies?
They did that day. Otherwise, they're in his place.
Pick up.
Hey, lady!
Forgot your keys.
Wait!
Who is she? Who is she?
Calm down! What are you doing?
How many are there? Five, ten?
What am l, the Monday one? Did I get my day wrong?
She's just a friend, okay? Just a friend.
-You're a fucking liar. -Me? I'm the liar?
I can't do this anymore.
Fine. Go back to your suburb and car pool, your tennis...
What are you doing?
-Fuck you. -That'll make you happy.
Fuck you.
No, I can't.
Paul, it's over.
I can't.
-I hate you. I hate you. -I know.
Stop it, I can't.
-Are you gonna fuck me? -You want me to?
-I want you to. -Say it.
-I want you to fuck me. -Say it.
I want you to fuck me.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Thank you very much, indeed.
Yes?
-You're Paul Martel? -Yes.
How old are you?
Who are you?
Edward Sumner.
Connie's husband.
May I. . .?
May I come in?
Yeah. Sure.
-Would you like a drink? -Yeah, why not?
I have Scotch, vodka, orange juice. . . .
Vodka.
Is it cold?
Yeah.
I keep it in the freezer.
So do l, at home.
So tell me, how did you. . .
. . .meet my wife?
By accident.
On the street. There was a windstorm, she hurt her knee and. . . .
You're him.
She told you about that?
Yes.
How's it going?
Fine. Fine. I mean, okay.
-This is where you meet? -Yes.
-She likes it? -I guess. She never complained.
Do you stay in all the time, or do you go out too?
It depends. Sometimes we go out.
And she likes that?
She likes this neighborhood?
More exciting than the suburbs, I guess.
Do you know we have been married 1 1 years?
We have a son.
She told me.
More?
Yes, please.
He's the reason that we left the city.
Connie thought it'd be better for him.
She told me it was your idea.
You talk about me?
A lot of books.
A lot of buying and selling.
I didn't know it did that.
-Where did you get this? -It was a gift.
From her.
-Why would she do that? -I don't know.
Maybe she just wanted to buy me something.
She didn't buy this for you. I gave it to her.
-I can't do this. -What?
I can't do this. I can't do this.
I'm feeling sick. I can't...
You want some water?
I'm feeling sick. I'm...
I feel...
I'm not well. I'm not feeling well.
I'm not...
I'm not feeling...
God!
You can't die.
Hi, this is Paul Martel. Leave a message after the beep.
Hi, it's me.
Listen.
I don 't like saying this to your machine...
...but I have to end this.
I just... I can 't do it anymore.
I can 't live like this.
I'm so tired of lying and hurting my family.
I'm sorry.
And I hope...
I don 't know what I hope.
I'm sorry.
Messages erased.
Does that pinch?
No.
-Do you know your solo? -Yep.
Can I hear it?
-Need a hand? -No, I'm fine.
Thanks.
Where were you?
You okay?
You were spectacular, you know that?
-Wasn't he great? -Great.
He was great. Great.
Really great.
I have to help clean up. I'll kiss you good night when I get home, okay?
-Sorry, Ed. Looks like I nailed you. -It's all right.
It's all right, Jerry.
You better check to see if this will open.
It's nothing. This is fine.
-Did he dent you, Dad? -Yes, he did. Yes.
Can we call the cops, Dad?
-Let's check the trunk. -We'll talk tomorrow.
-It'll just take a second. -No!
Oh, my God.
Charlie, look at your dad and tell me what's wrong.
What?
His shoes. They're different colors.
Honey, you look awful.
What happened last night? Did you sleep? I got up and looked for you.
I just. . .
. . .got some air.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Do you like it here?
What? Of course I like it here.
We don't have to stay here. We can move back to the city.
Honey, what has gotten into you?
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Fine.
-Are you okay? -I'm fine.
Everybody's fine. And we're not moving anywhere.
The cops are here, Mom.
-What do they want? -I'm sure it's nothing.
N.Y.P.D., Mom.
Mrs. Sumner? I'm Detective Dean, this is Detective Mirojnick, N.Y.P.D.
Something happen? Is something wrong?
Do you know a Paul Martel?
-Yes, not very well. Why? -Do you know where he is?
No.
At home, I would imagine.
Do you know where he lives?
SoHo, isn't it?
Your name and number were found on his desk.
-Has he done something wrong? -We don't know.
He's been reported missing by his family.
His wife doesn't know where he is.
I didn't know he was married.
Separated.
When did you see him last?
I don't know, it's hard to say.
He's a book dealer.
I barely know him. I was going to buy books from him.
-And did you? -No, not yet.
Has something happened? You think he's all right?
It's hard to say at this point.
We're working on it.
-Anyway, thanks. Thanks for your time. -Thank you.
I like these snow-glass things. My boy has some of these.
-lf you hear from him, let us know. -Certainly.
Dad! Cops came to our house today.
Cops? What did they want?
Someone's missing.
And they have to check everyone, you know.
Who was it?
Honey, sit up straight.
-Who was it? -I don't think you know him.
He sells books.
I forget where I met him.
Was it a bad guy, Mom?
Why did they want to talk to you?
I guess he had my name and number.
Why would he have your number?
I think I bought a book from him.
-Be careful. Take it easy. -Hey, Charlie!
Oh, my darling. Oh, I wished you lived closer.
Lord, bless this food to our use, and us to thy service.
And help us be ever mindful of the needs of others. Amen.
Amen.
Very nice, Edward.
All right!
I have a story you don't know about Edward. Gather close.
Hello, Mrs. Sumner.
Sorry to bother you on the weekend. I'm Detective Dean.
-This is Detective Mirojnick, N.Y.P.D. -Okay.
We were hoping to talk to you for a few minutes.
Sure.
-Charlie, we're going up on the porch. -Can I come?
No, sweetheart. Stay out here. Play with Poppy, we'll be right back.
I don't know if your wife mentioned, we were here a week ago.
About Paul Martel.
Yeah, the man who was missing.
Well, he's not missing anymore. His body was discovered last weekend.
God, that's terrible.
Oh, my God.
Do you recall where you met Mr. Martel, Mrs. Sumner?
-I told you. -No, ma'am, you didn't.
I'm sorry.
I can't remember.
A fundraiser, I think.
Can you be more specific?
Juilliard.
Juilliard?
The music school.
-Yes, I know what Juilliard is. -Of course you do. I'm sorry.
Were you there too, sir?
Yes. Yes, I think I was.
Well, maybe you met Mr. Martel.
No. No, not that I remember.
Maybe you'd recognize him.
No, I've never met him before.
-Is that him? -Yes. Yes.
You ever been to his apartment?
No.
No, I hardly knew him.
-I didn't know why he had my number. -Maybe he liked you.
Look, that's enough.
So you've never been to his apartment. How about the neighborhood?
-Hang out down there? -No.
No, not often. . .
. . .or no, never.
Never. I can't remember the last time I was in SoHo.
It was four weeks ago, actually.
You got a parking ticket in front of Martel's apartment, four weeks ago.
Oh, that. Right. I had coffee with friends at a little place.
I forgot.
-It was Tracy and Sally. -Oh, yeah. Yes. Yep.
Look. . .
. . .my wife has told you everything she knows, so have I.
If you don't mind, we'd like to get back to our son.
All right.
-Why don't I give you my card? -I have your card.
Right.
-Enjoy your weekend. -You too.
Sumner, please.
Oh, my God.
Connie?
Hi, Tracy.
I'm just picking up my silk suit for tonight.
I was thinking of wearing the black.
I'm giving it to Goodwill. Let someone else be gorgeous for a change.
What should we bring, aside from our sparkling personalities?
-How we doing? -Fine.
-Need help? -No.
Well, the white is not cold, so I'm gonna put it in the freezer.
Just remind me it's in there, all right?
Most people drink red anyway.
I love these things. Is there any place you guys haven't been?
The Rosenthals got 795 for their place.
-In two days they had six offers. -Sealed bids is how they do it now.
What do you think this place is worth, Ed?
I don't know. If you sell your house, where do you go?
-At those prices, Tahiti. -Bangkok.
Connie, where is this one from?
Fiji.
Remember, Jeff, I asked you to take me to Fiji.
And then you took me to Hawaii. We went fishing every single. . . .
What happened, Edward?
What did you do?
Did you hurt him?
Edward?
Did you hurt him?
You did, didn't you?
Jesus, Edward.
Talk to me.
Tell me what you did!
No, you tell me what you did.
How you fucked him, over and over and over. You lied to me!
-Over and over and over. -Edward, please...
No, you don't talk to me now.
I gave everything. . .
. . .for this family.
Everything.
And what did you do?
You threw it all away, like it was nothing.
For what?
To the fucking kid.
You didn't think I'd know?
I wouldn't feel it? I knew it from the very first day.
Because I know you, Connie. I know you and I fucking hate you.
I didn't want to kill him, I wanted to kill you!
Oh, my God.
Edward. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Mom, look what I did.
Honey, it's okay. That's okay.
I'm sorry, Mom.
It's an accident. Everybody has accidents.
Why aren't you in bed, Mom?
I don't know.
Charlie, look at me.
I want you to know. . .
. . .that I love you, more than anything in the world.
And I want you to know that your daddy and me both. . .
. . .will always, always love you.
No matter what.
-Okay? -Okay.
Come on, sweetie.
Let's go fix up your bed all nice and fresh, okay?
All right.
You can come on up and clean it off, no?
Come on. I'm not an ax murderer. I promise.
Taxi.
Thank you.
What are we going to do?
I'm so scared.
I'll turn myself in.
No.
No, we can get through this.
We'll take it one day at a time.
No one will know.
We'll know.
3200, 3500, 3800, 4000. . .
. . .42, 45, 4800!
We can disappear.
We can raise some money.
Sell everything and just leave the country.
Senorita?
Mexico.
Why not?
We can get a little house on the beach.
Take a different name.
People do it all the time.
What will we tell Charlie?
Tell him it's an adventure.
We could fish all day.
We could learn to play the guitar.
I would serenade you to sleep every night.
We'll just live the rest of our lives on that beach.
And then when we die, we can just push out to sea.
What do you think?
Sounds perfect.