- So, you're in the market for a BMW? - Who isn't?
- They're the best. - I decided it was time to trade up.
Why don't you check my credit and see if I can finance this?
Great, just give me your social security number.
20 Oriole Terrace, Evergreen, Colorado?
20 Oriole Terrace, Evergreen, Colorado, sure is.
- You said Green. This says Ryder. - No, I said Ryder. Angela Ryder.
What about the car?
Fill this out and come back to me.
- How's tricks, Orbe? - No way, no way, no way.
- I've been clean, Mr. Travis. - I believe you.
I need a search on Angela Green. I got her social security number.
- I'm not allowed to give you that. - I shouldn't have asked you that.
Does your employer know you used to perform fellatio for a living, -
- and that you're out on parole? You're required to tell him.
- You're looking good, Orbe. - I know.
Honey, can you get that?
Hi.
- Who is it, Sam? - Some lady.
- May I help you? - Isn't this Angela Ryder's address?
I've never heard of her, but we've just moved in.
Check with the woman next door, she's been here 40 years.
- Excuse me. - Whatever you're selling, I've got two.
I'm looking for my friend Angela Ryder. She used to live next door.
I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but Angie died in the accident.
It was three or four years ago. It was one of those awful things.
The gas stove was leaking.
The explosion knocked out some of my windows.
- What about the boy? - Matty? He's such a dear child.
He and Simon weren't there when it happened. Poor Simon...
I've never seen anyone so grief-stricken.
Oh, I'm sure.
Help me out, kiddo.
It would really help if you could remember what kind of car she drove.
It was an old truck.
- I don't know what year or make. - What color was it?
Kandinsky's a bit out of our reach. I have some Picasso lithographs.
No, it's Kandinsky I'm interested in. Particularly his Blue Rider period.
Well, let's check Art Scan.
Kandinskys don't become available too often, I'm afraid.
- Here's a lovely little Miro... - It really needs to be Kandinsky.
Ah, here is a lovely 1922 Kandinsky lithograph...
- The 1911 is all that interests me. - 1911...
Stop! There. Yes, that's it.
I'm afraid it was sold to a museum in Munich six months ago.
Can you find who sold it? Perhaps they have more.
Yes, let's see.
If you'll excuse me a moment...
- Yes sir, can I help you? - My name is Travis Lehman...
- She seemed so refined. - What did she want in your gallery?
Can I help you?
- Is Jonathan Devereaux in? - No, but he'll be back for the party.
- Is Matty here? - I don't believe I know you, ma'am.
Maybe you'd like to leave a message?
It's a pleasure to have you with us, Mrs. Kritch.
- My suite has a view? - A lovely view of the Mississippi.
- And I need a masseur. - I'll send Jerome right up. Bruce...
1420, Mrs. Kritch.
Hello.
Are you lost?
No, actually I'm found. I just had an hour with Jerome.
Oh... I've heard that he's marvelous.
He's fabulous. I haven't felt this good since the day my husband died.
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.
Now, Mrs. Kritch, I would say that you are a size four?
- Two. - Of course.
There's a guy waiting for you.
Did you catch that thing? What did you use for bait?
I caught that big bucket-mouth off an old lure my daddy left me.
Of course, buzz-bombs, poppers, jigs, lots of things work in these waters.
- I'm Jim Mangold. - Lehman, Washington Corrections.
What can I do for you? Who's this?
- Somebody I'm looking for. - Pretty girl.
She's very pretty, for a convicted murderer.
She jumped parole on me.
- I'd love to be able to help you... - Don't go to any trouble.
I came as a professional courtesy. She's here to kill a prominent citizen.
How?
She'll probably use the.38 Special she stole from me.
Roy Lee! Get these in the works, now!
- Wherever did you find that wrap? - The first lady asked the same thing.
- I wouldn't tell her, either. - Invitations, sir?
- Good evening, ma'am. - Good evening.
Good evening. We're delighted you're with us this evening -
- on this very special occasion. As is the custom in New Orleans, -
- since even before the war of Northern aggression, -
- we offer the ladies our first bachelor for the auctioning block.
Our host, Jonathan Devereaux!
Where is that man?
- Hey, Jonathan. - Thank you, Louis.
You all having a good time?
Before you is a moderately presentable man in his 30's, -
- given to unhealthy thoughts and a dissipated lifestyle.
With, and this is what'll cost you the really big money...
...absolutely no redeeming moral virtues.
- 500. - My cuff links cost more than that.
Do I hear 1,000? Thank you.
2,000.
Did I hear the charming Miss Monroe? I was starting to worry.
- I thought maybe you didn't care. - 2,500.
2,500. We have a new bidder.
3,000.
5,000.
5,500.
We have 5,500. Will the lady take us to six?
$10,000.
At last, someone who knows my true value.
Miss Monroe, the bid is to you at $10,500.
He's yours. I know he isn't worth that much, from personal experience.
Thank you, honey. All right, going once...
...going twice... sold!
The woman in the back. $10,000.
Would you like to come forward and claim your prize?
Hello, Nick.
Aren't you going to give me a kiss? I think I've earned it.
I'll make this easy for you, Nick. An offer you can't refuse.
- You used to love a good deal. - Let's take this someplace private.
I remember what happened the last time we were alone.
- I'm Suzanne Monroe. - I'm Libby, I'm his wife.
Well, Jonathan! A minute ago a bachelor, now you're married.
You don't waste any time. You been in New Orleans long?
I'm just picking up my child. I'll be leaving soon.
We're putting the past behind us. Aren't we... Jonathan?
But how long were you fucking Angie before you decided to get rid of me?
- Would you excuse us, please? - Sure, go ahead.
Where is he, Nick? You destroyed my life, -
- and I'll destroy yours, unless you give me Matty. That's all I want.
Listen, let me explain something. We were going to lose everything.
If I had guts, I'd have killed myself. The insurance was to protect you.
So I'd be out of the picture, and you and Matty would be okay.
I just never believed they would convict you.
They did, Nick.
The thing with Angie happened later.
It was a nightmare. The worst part of it was being away from you.
Is that why you killed her?
- That was an accident. - Sorry, I'm not buying. It's bullshit.
- I will swear on the life of our son... - Don't you fucking dare.
Keep your hotel, your fancy accent and new name. Just give me Matty.
- I understand... - Now. Give him to me now!
- I can't just leave here. - Do you think I'm stupid?
- I won't let you slip away again. - His school is far away. Be patient.
I've been patient for six years. I want my child.
I'll call you tomorrow. No screwing around.
- Excuse me. Where's Mr. Devereaux? - He's at the bar, sir.
I'm sorry. Can I offer you a drink?
- No, thank you. - Let me guess. Scotch and soda?
I'll have a diet Coke, please.
You're on the wagon. $10 says I'm right.
- You've never seen her before? - I'm positive.
She believes I'm her husband, whom she killed?
- That's pretty far-fetched. - She has a gun and she's after you.
- Thank you. I'll alert our security. - You do that.
The cops have been passing these out.
No reward. Screw 'em.
- They'll be in every hotel in town. - So much for a good night's sleep.
Take this and get out of here.
Thanks a lot.
Let's go, Lehman. We spotted your girl.
Where's the girl, Dilbert?
- What do you think you're doing? - I thought you were somebody else.
- Have a good evening. - I take it that ain't her?
Mr. Lehman... come in.
- May I offer you a Cuban cigar? - No, thanks.
As you can see, I'm alive and kicking.
- What can I do for you? - We spotted the Parsons woman.
She got away. I came by to find out if you'd heard from her.
- Not a peep. - Any idea why she's fixated on you?
The world's full of crazy people, am I right?
Truer words were never spoken.
Those are nice pictures. Did your kids do them?
No... Those pictures are by a very great artist named Kandinsky.
But why do I think you already knew that?
Excuse me for a second.
- This is a business call. - Oh, I'm sorry.
That back door leads to the kitchen.
Have the chef fix you a New Orleans breakfast. The eggs St. Jacques.
I have your card.
Good morning. I hope you had a nice night.
I want you to bring Matty to Lafayette Cemetery number three.
That's an odd choice for a reunion.
It's a big tourist place. A lot of people around.
You're a smart girl. I can have him there by four.
- Where's Matty? - Relax. He's nervous.
I told him he could go play inside.
There he is.
Matty, come over here, son.
- I'll get him for you. - No.
It's something I want to do.
Matty?
Hey, kiddo...
Hey, Matty...
Matty...
Matty, it's Mommy.
You have to learn to relax.
Why are your panties in such a twist?
You ever arrest anybody you thought was innocent?
Nope.
There's no information on Devereaux that's over three years old.
So he changed his name. Lots of folks do. It don't make them criminals.
- But I'm betting he's Nick Parsons. - But you can't prove it.
- Hey, is that long distance? - Bill me.
Lucy, this is Travis. Get the DMV to fax me a Washington driver's license.
Nicholas Parsons. I'm at the New Orleans police station.
You better talk to Mr. Carruthers. His colon is twisted in a knot.
Give me that. I've had to cover your office.
- I think Parsons was telling the truth. - You're not a law professor now.
You're barely a parole officer. Stop playing Mission Impossible.
All I need is a photograph of Nicholas Parsons.
Come back today, because tomorrow you go before the Commissioner.
Karl, I know I'm right. Give me a chance, okay?
I'm asking you politely. You send me that goddamn picture!
- It's not him. - Sometimes we all want to believe.
We forget that 99.9% of the time, life just flat don't work out.
- Thanks, I feel a lot better now. - Any time.
Hold it right here.
It's over, Libby.
Oh, Travis...
Messages.
- Mr. Devereaux? - Mr. Lehman...
- This is really not a good time. - I understand.
A lot of people feel that way about me, but I have good news.
Won't take long.
Well?
It turns out I owe you an apology.
After our last conversation, I thought she was telling the truth about you.
So I asked the Washington State DMV to send me -
- a driver's license photograph of Nicholas Parsons.
- And? - And this is what came up.
Well, we all make mistakes. There's no harm done.
Then it occurred to me what a common name Nicholas Parsons is.
It turns out there were six. And this...
...is number three.
I never liked that picture.
So you came here to make a deal.
Otherwise you'd have gone to the police. What's your price?
A million dollars.
It's a nice, round figure.
- All right. But I need a few days. - No. One million dollars right now.
It's nine o'clock at night. I can't just...
Wait a minute. Wait!
I have $100,000 in the safe here.
You can have that now. I'll get you the rest tomorrow.
You got a deal.
Mrs. Parsons can still make a lot of trouble for us, even from prison.
- I don't need that. - I think I've solved that problem.
Let's just say the problem has been buried. She's gone, I promise you.
You're not very good at keeping promises.
- You going to do something? - Me? She's the one with the gun.
They're tough in Louisiana. Shoot me, and they'll give you the gas chamber.
No, they won't. It's called double jeopardy.
I can shoot you in the middle of Mardis Gras and they can't touch me.
As an ex-law professor, I can assure you she's right.
Where's my son?
In St Alban's School, in Georgia.
You have your son back, you got what you want.
I haven't felt that good in six years.
I want you to suffer like I suffered.
What she means is, you're going to prison. For murder.
- Who did I supposedly murder? - Me.
- All you have is an old fax photo. - The motive.
Your wife, whom you had framed, tracks you down, so you kill her.
- You won't get away with it. - I think I've solved that problem.
Let's just say the problem has been buried. She's gone, I promise you.
Taped confessions are very persuasive in court.
Plus the physical evidence we'll put in the car.
- Shovel, hair, my fingerprints, blood. - And gasoline.
It'll look like you burned and buried me, just like you said on the tape.
The prosecution rests. You better get out of here.
You can't be around if the police are arresting a guy for your murder.
Wait a minute. I'll take that gun.
- Well, Lehman, you gonna live? - I doubt it.
Since you're still legally his wife, you inherited a fine little hotel here.
Not interested.
- I guess I'm gonna take off now. - No, you're not.
You're a parole violator. You're going back with me to Seattle, -
- where I'll demand a full pardon, -
- and a parade, and a little pink poodle, on a key-chain.
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? Maybe after all this time...
Because of you I have lost a good used car and a not-so-good job.
If you don't go to him right now, I'll 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 half-time soon.
Matty...
Matty.
Hi.
Do you know who I am?
- They told me you were dead. - No, sweetheart.