Here. Fill this out and come back to me.
- How's tricks, Orbe? - No way.
No way, no way. I've been clean, Mr. Travis.
Oh, I know. I believe you. I do.
What I need is a search on a lady named Angela Green.
I've got her social security number here. I'd like you to...
Please. You know I'm not allowed to give out personal information.
Oh, I'm so... I shouldn't have asked you that. I'm sorry.
Uh-huh.
Speaking of giving out personal information, does your employer know...
you used to perform the art of fellatio for a living...
- went to prison, and you're on parole? - Okay. Okay. Shut up.
- You're required by law to tell him. - All right. Okay.
[Sighs]
You're looking good, Orbe.
I know.
[Doorbell Rings]
[Hammer Clicks]
[Woman] Honey, can you get that?
Hi.
- [Woman] Who is it, Sam? - Uh, some lady.
May I help you?
I'm looking for my friend, Angela Ryder.
- I thought this was her address. - I've never heard of her.
But we've just moved in. Maybe you should check with the woman next door.
She's been here 40 years.
Excuse me.
Dearie, whatever you're selling, I've already got two of them.
I'm just looking for my friend, Angela Ryder.
She used to live next door.
Oh, I... I'm sorry to be the one to tell you.
But Angie died in the accident.
I- It was three or four years ago.
It was one of those awful things. The...
The, uh, stove, the gas stove in their house was leaking.
The explosion knocked out some of my windows...
- and, uh... - What about the boy?
Matty? He's such a dear child.
No, he and Simon weren't there when it happened.
Poor Simon.
I've never seen anyone so... grief stricken.
Oh, I'm sure.
[Indistinct Announcements Over P.A.]
[Whirring, Clicking]
Help me out, kiddo.
It would really help if you could remember...
what kind of car she was driving.
- Well, it was an old truck. - Yeah?
It's, um... I don't know what year or make or anything.
Well, what color was it?
Kandinsky? It's a bit out of our reach, I'm afraid.
I have a few Picasso and Chagall lithographs.
Mm, no. It-It's Kandinsky...
that I'm particularly interested in, especially his Blue Rider period.
- I love that. - Uh, well, uh...
Let's check Art Scan.
Kandinskys don't become available too often, I'm afraid.
Here's a lovely little Miro.
- It's quite reasonable. - It really needs to be Kandinsky.
Kandinsky... yes.
Ah! Here is a lovely 1922 Kandinsky lithograph.
- It's not quite the... - The 1911 is all that interests me.
1911...
Stop. There. Yes. Yes, that's it.
We've missed that. It was sold to a museum in Munich six months ago.
Do you think you could find who sold it? Perhaps they have more.
Well, uh, why, yes. Yes, let's see.
[Bell Dings]
If you'll excuse me a moment.
Yes, sir. Can I help you?
Yes. My name is Travis Lehman.
[Continues, Muffled]
[Travis Continues Speaking, Indistinct]
[Travis] Actually, I'm looking for a young lady.
[Beeps]
[Tires Squealing]
[All Clamoring]
[Tires Screeching, Horns Honking]
She seemed so refined.
I would really like to know what that woman wanted in your gallery.
[Men Singing A Capella] # Amazing #
# Grace #
# How sweet #
# The sound #
# That saved #
# A wretch #
# Like me ##
Can I help you?
I'm looking for Jonathan Devereaux.
Mr. Devereaux is out right now. He'll be back tonight for the party.
- Well, is Matty here? - I don't believe I know you, ma'am.
Maybe you'd like to leave a message.
[People Chattering]
[Man] It's certainly a pleasure having you stay with us...
- here at the Monteleone, Mrs. Kritch. - [Woman] Thank you.
- My suite has a view? - Your room has a lovely view.
- And I need a masseuse. - I'll send Jerome right up.
Bruce?
Fourteen twenty... Mrs. Kritch.
Hello.
I'm sorry. Are you... lost?
No. Actually, I'm found. I just had an hour with Jerome.
Oh. Jerome. I've heard that he is marvelous.
He's fabulous. I haven't felt this good since my husband died.
So, I've got something for tonight, but I think I need Armani.
Yes. Very good, Mrs...
Kritch. Suite 1420.
Of course.
I'll be charging it to my room.
- [Beeps] - Hmm. Now, Mrs. Kritch...
I would say that you are a size... four?
- A two. - Of course.
[Man] There's a guy waiting for you.
Did you catch that thing?
What did you use for bait?
I caught that big bucket-mouth son of a bitch...
off an old rebel lure my daddy left me.
'Course there's buzz bombs, poppers, jigs...
all kinds of things work back in these waters.
I'm Jim Mangold.
Travis Lehman, Washington Department of Corrections.
What can I do for you?
- Who's this? - That's somebody I'm looking for.
- Pretty girl. - Oh, yeah.
She's very pretty, for a convicted murderer. [Chuckles]
She jumped parole on me.
Mr. Lehman, I'd love to be able to help you, sir.
No, I don't want you guys to go to any trouble. I can handle matters.
I just came down as a professional courtesy...
since she's in New Orleans...
and came here to kill one of your prominent citizens.
- How is she planning on doing that? - I don't know.
She'll probably use the. 38 special she stole from me.
Roy Lee!
Get these in the works... now.
- She looks lovely. - Invitation, please.
Enjoy your evening.
Good evening. Thank you.
Invitations, please. Yes, I need to see your invitation.
Enjoy your evening.
Your invitation?
- Good evening. - What a remarkable wrap.
Where on earth did you find that?
The first lady asked me the same thing when we stayed at the White House...
and I wouldn't tell her either.
- Your invitation, sir? - I got it right here.
- Enjoy your evening. Good evening, miss. - Good evening.
## [Mid-Tempo Jazz]
# Mention of work makes you go berserk ##
## [Continues]
- ## [Ends] - [Applause]
- Good evening, Mesdames and messieurs. - [Crowd] Good evening!
We're delighted to have you with us this evening...
on this very special occasion. As is the custom in New Orleans, since before...
- the War of Northern Aggression... - [Applause, Groans]
We offer the ladies of this fair city our first bachelor...
to be put up on the auction block, our host, Jonathan Devereaux.
[Applause, Cheers]
Where is that man? Where is that man?
- Hey, Jonathan. - Thank you, Louis.
You all having a good time?
Now then, ladies, what you see before you...
is a moderately presentable man in his 30s...
given to unhealthy thoughts and a dissipated lifestyle...
[Laughter]
With... and this is what's gonna cost you the really big money...
[Murmuring, Laughing]
Absolutely no redeeming moral virtue.
[Laughter, Applause]
- Five hundred. - Dear woman, my cuff links cost more.
Do I hear a thousand?
- A thousand. - Thank you.
- Mmm! - Two thousand.
All right, now, did I just hear the voice of the charming Miss Monroe?
'Cause I was just starting to worry... beginning to think you didn't care.
[Libby] Twenty-five hundred.
We have a new bidder.
- Twenty-five hundred. - Three thousand.
- Five thousand. - [Man] Oh!
Fifty-five hundred.
[Hooting, Murmuring]
We have fifty-five hundred. Will, uh...
Will the lady take us to six?
- Ten thousand dollars. - [Crowd Exclaims]
Well, see, at last, someone who knows my true value.
Now, Miss Monroe, I believe the bid...
is to you at $10,500.
Well, you can have him, honey.
Believe me, he ain't worth that much...
I know from personal experience.
- [Groans, Laughter] - Yeah. Thank you, honey.
All right, going once.
Going twice.
Sold to the woman in the back.
Ten thousand dollars.
Would you like to come forward and claim your prize, young lady?
Hello, Nick.
Well, aren't you gonna give me a kiss?
I think I've earned it.
[Crowd Murmuring, Booing]
[Applause, Cheers]
- And now... - I'll make this real easy for you, Nick.
I'll make you an offer you can't refuse.
You used to love a good deal, didn't you?
- Can we take this someplace private? - I don't think so.
I remember what happened the last time we were alone.
I don't believe we've met. I'm Suzanne Monroe.
I'm Libby. I'm his wife.
Well, Jonathan!
A minute ago a bachelor, and now you're married.
You don't waste any time.
- You been in New Orleans long? - She's, uh...
I'm just passing through town to pick up my child.
- I'll be leaving very soon. - How nice.
We're finally putting the past behind us and moving on...
- with our lives, aren't we, Jonathan? - Sure.
I do have one question, though.
How long were Angie and you fucking before you decided to get rid of me?
[Clears Throat]
- Would you excuse us, please? - Oh, yeah, sure. Go ahead.
- Where is he, Nick? - Libby. Libby...
You destroyed my life, and I will destroy yours...
unless you give me Matty.
- That's all I want. - Let me explain something to you.
You have to understand something. We were going under.
We were gonna lose everything.
If I'd had any guts, I would have killed myself...
but I was trying to protect you.
That's why I got the life insurance... I would be out of the picture...
and you and Matty would be okay.
And I-I just never believed they would convict you.
They did, Nick.
And the thing with Angie happened later.
It was just... It was a nightmare.
And the worst part of it was being away from you.
So is that why you killed her?
- That was an accident. - Nice try, Nick. I'm not buying.
- It's bullshit. - I will swear on the life of our son.
Oh, don't you fucking dare.
You can keep your hotel, your fancy accent and your new name.
- Just give me Matty. - I understand.
No. Now. Give him to me now.
Libby, it's the middle of the night. I can't just walk away.
- Do you think I'm stupid? - No, I don't think you're stupid.
- I won't let you slip away once again. - It's too far to Matty's school.
- You've got to be patient. - I've been patient for six years.
- [Man] Do I hear 2,000? - I want my child.
Ah! Thank you. You're a beautiful woman.
I'll call you tomorrow, Nick. No screwing around.
Going twice. Okay, 2,000 for the lady in red.
Excuse me. Do you know where Mr. Devereaux is?
- He's at the bar, sir. - Over here?
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
You ready to spend some more money? Who's gonna start us off?
[Auction Continues]
I'm sorry. Oh, thank you, Marcel.
- Can I offer you a drink? - Oh, no thanks.
Wait a second. Let me guess.
I take you for scotch and soda.
Well, I'll have a Diet Coke, please.
Well, all right, but I bet you used to drink and now you're on the wagon.
- Ten dollars says I'm right. - You've never seen this woman before?
- No, I'm positive. - Okay.
Let me get it straight. She believes that I am her husband...
- Oh, yeah. - Whom she killed.
Yes, sir.
That's-That's pretty far-fetched.
Far-fetched or not, she is in New Orleans...
she does have a gun and she is looking for you.
- Thank you. I'll alert our security. - You do that.
## [Cajun]
## [Continues]
Cops have been passing these out.
No reward. Screw 'em.
You're gonna be posted in every hotel in town.
So much for a good night's sleep.
Take this. Get out of here.
Thanks a lot.
## [Dixieland]
Let's go, Lehman. We spotted your girl.
[Bells Clanging]
- [Thunderclap] - [Whinnies]
## [Cajun]
Where'd she go, Dilbert?
Hey!
## [Dixieland]
Hey!
- ## [Country-Rock] - Hey!
## [Blues]
## [Rock And Roll]
Hey!
- Hey! - I'm sorry.
- What do you think you're doing? - I'm very sorry, ma'am.
I thought you were somebody else. It was a case of mistaken identity.
- Have a good evening. - I take it that ain't her.
- [Nick] Mr. Lehman. - [Chuckles]
Come in.
- Thank you. - May I offer you a Cuban cigar?
Oh, no thanks.
As you can see, I'm alive and kicking.
[Chuckling] Yeah.
So what can I do for you this morning?
We spotted the Parsons woman in the Quarter last night.
She got away. I just came by to find out if you'd heard from her.
- Not a peep. - Do you have any idea...
why she's fixated her lunacy on you?
Well, the world's full of crazy people, am I right?
[Laughing] Oh, yes, you are right.
Truer words were never spoken.
Those are nice pictures there.
Did your kids do them?
Uh, no.
Those pictures are by a very great artist named Kandinsky.
- Oh. - Why do I think you already knew that?
- [Telephone Rings] - Excuse me for a second.
Yes?
- This is a business call. - Oh, I'm sorry.
I hope you'll excuse me. You let yourself out that back door.
It leads to the kitchen. Get the chef to fix you a New Orleans breakfast.
- Thanks. - I recommend the Eggs St. Jacques.
- Oh, boy. That sounds good. - Mm-hmm. I have your card.
Okay.
Morning, darlin'. I hope you had a nice night.
I want you to bring Matty to Lafayette Cemetery number three.
A cemetery? That's an odd choice for a reunion.
It's a big tourist place, Nick. Lot of people around.
You're a smart girl. I can have him there by 4:00.
## [Jazz Band Playing "St. James Infirmary"]
- Where's Matty? - Relax. He's... He was nervous.
So I just told him he could go play inside.
There he is.
Matty? Come over here, son.
Oh, geez. Matty...
- Okay, I'll get him for you. - No! No.
That's something I want to do.
Matty?
Hey, kiddo.
Hey, Matty!
Matty?
M- Matty, it's Mommy.
[Gasps, Groans]
[Mangold] Mr. Lehman, you're gonna have to learn to relax, son.
What have you got your panties in such a twist about, anyhow?
[Sighs] You ever arrest anybody...
- you thought was innocent, Mangold? - Nope.
- [Beeping] - [Sighs]
'Course there's no information on Jonathan Devereaux...
that's over three years old.
- Three years ago the guy didn't exist. - So he changed his name.
Lots of folks change their names, Lehman.
- That don't make 'em criminals. - Yeah, but I'm betting...
he changed it from Simon Ryder, and before that, Nick Parsons.
- But you can't prove it. - No.
## [Playing "Red River Valley," Dixieland Style]
[Chatting Indistinctly]
Hey! Is that long distance?
Bill me.
Lucy, hi. This is Travis. Listen.
I want you to get the D.M.V. To fax me a Washington driver's license...
photograph of one Nicholas Parsons.
I'm at the New Orleans Police Department.
- You better talk to Mr. Carruthers. - Travis!
- His colon is twisted in a knot. - Give me that.
I've had to cover your office for you, Travis.
- Where the hell are you? - Listen to me, Karl.
I think maybe this Parsons woman has been telling the truth.
You're not a law professor anymore, Travis.
You're barely even a parole officer.
- So stop playing Mission Impossible... - All I need...
is a D.M.V. Driver's license photograph of Nicholas Parsons.
You get back here today...
because tomorrow, you're going in front of the Commission.
Karl, I know I'm right.
You give me a chance, okay?
Now, I'm asking you politely.
You send me the goddamn picture!
[Libby Groans, Flicks Cigarette Lighter]
[Sniffs]
[Gasps]
[Panting]
[Whimpering]
[Continues Whimpering]
[Moans]
[Pounding, Moaning]
[Gunshot]
[Groans]
Hey!
[Pounding] Hey!
[Humming]
It's not him.
See, Lehman, the thing is, every now and again...
we all want to believe in something...
but we just keep forgetting that 99.9 percent of the time...
life just flat don't work out.
I hadn't thought of that, Mangold.
- Thanks. I feel a lot better now. - Any time, Hoss. Any time.
Hold it. Hold it right here.
It's over, Libby.
[Sobbing] Oh, Travis.
Messages.
Thank you.
- Mr. Devereaux? - Mr. Lehman.
I'm sorry. This is really not a good time.
I understand.
A lot of people feel that way about me. But I have good news.
- Mm-hmm? - Won't take long.
- Well? - Well...
turns out I owe you an apology, Mr. Devereaux.
After our last conversation I started thinking...
maybe that Parsons woman is telling the truth about who you used to be.
[Chuckles] So I asked the Washington State Department of Motor Vehicles...
to send me a driver's license photograph of Nicholas Parsons.
- And? - And this is what came up.
[Laughing]
Well...
We all make mistakes. There's no harm done.
Then I thought about it some more, and it occurred to me what a common name...
Nicholas Parsons is.
You know, it turns out there were six.
And this...
was number three.
I never liked that picture.
So, Mr. Lehman, you came here to make a deal...
otherwise, I guess you would have gone straight to the police.
- So, question is, what's your price? - A million dollars.
- [Laughs] - It's a nice round figure, right?
Uh...
All right. But you're gonna have to give me a couple of days.
No way. One million dollars, right now.
Mr. Lehman, it's 9:00 at night. I can't just...
[Snaps Fingers]
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait.
I have $100,000 in the safe here.
And you can have that now.
I'll get you the rest tomorrow.
You got a deal.
We do have one other problem, and that's Mrs. Parsons.
She could still make a lot of trouble for us, even from prison...
- and I really don't need that. - I think I've solved that problem.
- What do you mean? - Let's say the problem has been buried.
- Really? - She's gone, I promise you.
You're not very good at keeping promises, Nick.
You gonna do something?
What are you talking to me for? She's the one with the gun.
They're tough in Louisiana, Libby.
You shoot me, they'll give you the gas chamber.
No, they won't.
It's called double jeopardy. I learned a few things in prison, Nick.
I could shoot you in the middle of Mardi Gras and they can't touch me.
As an ex-law professor, I can assure you she is right.
Where's my son?
In St. Albans School in Georgia, all right?
You have your son back. You got what you want.
I haven't felt that good in six years.
I don't want to kill you, Nick.
I just want you to suffer like I suffered.
What she means, Nick, is, you're going to prison...
for murder.
- Who did I supposedly murder? - Me.
- All you've got is an old fax photo. - Which supplies the motive.
Your wife, whom you had framed, tracks you down...
and to keep her from exposing you, you kill her.
- You won't get away with it. - [Tape Rewinding]
[Nick's Voice] Well, I think I've solved that problem.
- [Travis] What do you mean? - Let's say the problem has been buried.
- [Travis] Really? - [Nick] She's gone, I promise you.
[Click]
Taped confessions are very persuasive in court, Nick...
and of course there is...
the physical evidence that we're gonna put in the trunk of your car.
A shovel, hair, my fingerprints, a little blood.
- Don't forget the gasoline. - It'll look like you burned...
and buried my body just like you say on the tape.
The prosecution rests. You better get out of here.
Nobody wants a dead woman walking around when the police...
are trying to arrest a guy for her murder.
Wait a minute. I'll take that gun.
[Screams]
[Groans]
[Groaning]
[Gunshot]
Well, Lehman, you gonna live?
- [Mangold Laughing] - I doubt it.
Ms. Parsons, since you are still legally his wife...
I expect you just inherited yourself a right fine little hotel here.
Not interested.
[Groans]
I guess I'm gonna take off now.
No. No, you're not. You're a parole violator. You're in my c-custody.
You're going with me to Seattle...
where I will demand a full pardon and a parade...
and a little pink poodle...
on a key chain.
[Laughing]
- [Boys Shouting] - Come on, Ryan, pass it!
[Whistle Blows]
What are you waiting for? Go on.
I don't know if I've ever been so scared in my whole life.
I think a big part of me never thought I'd really find him.
What if he doesn't recognize me?
- I mean, maybe after all this time... - Damn, woman!
Because of you, I have lost a perfectly good used car, and a not-so-good job.
If you don't go to this kid right now...
I'm gonna have you arrested for stupidity.
Go on.
Thanks, Lehman.
You saved my life.
You saved mine too.
- Coach Matthews. How you doing? - Nice to meet you.
It'll be halftime soon.
- [Whistle Blows] - [Matthews] Halftime!
Matty.
Hi.
Do you know who I am?
They told me you were dead.
No, sweetheart.
[Chuckling]
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