Live, until they drop dead...
from the beautiful carlou theater
in the heart of sunny Miami beach, Florida,
it's the veterans day polio telethon!
And now, please welcome your hosts,
the beautiful, the talented, Lanny Morris
and Vince Collins!
Do you realize, Lanny, we have to present ourselves
in front of these lovely people for the next three days?
Hello, lovely people for the next three days.
- Look at you. You're a disgrace. - What?
Look, your hair's a mess, your shoes aren't shined,
your shirt's not pressed.
Look at your tie. It's not even straight.
Look at yours. It doesn't even clip on.
Now...
I'm upset.
You know what happens when I get upset.
No, no, no.
Please. Please don't hurt me, Vince.
I've had a terrible day already.
All sorts of bad things have happened.
- I don't wanna be hurt again. - You've been hurt already?
- Yep, it hurt bad. - And what happened, pray tell?
- Want me to pray, want me to tell? - I think you better pray.
I don't know whether you're singing or speaking.
There's always a woman involved.
That's what you said last time, Lanny, and the time before that.
You have to make sure there's no first time,
then there can't be a next time.
Let's hope so, Lanny.
Lanny Morris, ladies and gentlemen.
My manager sent me over some of your work.
It's funny how you're really in them a lot.
Whenever I read one of these interviews where the writer says,
"this is how I felt the morning I woke up to meet the pope,"
"this is how I felt when the pope greeted me
"and how the pope reminded me
so much of my very best friend Mike,"
I always think, "who the fuck is Mike?"
So who are you?
I was a young journalist
with a few awards,
a couple of cover stories
and a desperate need to prove myself.
If you look through my work,
you'll see I try to present a balanced view of my subjects.
I leave the conclusions to the reader.
I'm not sure we like balance.
Or leaving the conclusions to the reader.
I'm used to being publicized, not analyzed.
It would be your words.
We'd publish it as a transcript.
My questions, your answers.
If you say it, I can use it. If you don't, I can't.
And they're gonna pay me a million dollars for this?
An excerpt will be published in a magazine as a way
of amortizing the investment they'll be making in the book.
They're looking for some...
provocative stories for the first issue.
Any thoughts on what these "provocative stories"
might be about?
The breakup.
Why Lanny and you split.
And the girl.
Maureen.
What happened to Maureen o'Flaherty.
No one had ever been able to pin Lanny Morris
or Vince Collins to the girl's death.
All that was clear was that Maureen
was found dead in their hotel suite.
It was unthinkable to me that Lanny and Vince
could have had anything to do with it.
They were my heroes.
The reason I consider myself to be a miracle girl
is because I had the good fortune
to meet Lanny and Vince when I was sick.
Their love of life is what gave me hope.
And it's hope that gives us the power to live.
Thank you, Lanny.
Thank you, Vince.
Come on, let's hear it for her.
Denise handled publicity for the polio foundation.
And it was her idea to plug the girl's story on the telethon.
The day before, it was my idea to plug Denise
at the Miami versailles hotel.
You could tell a lot about a woman by the way she acts
when you're having sex, and room service comes in.
See, some girls will sit up and light a cigarette
like there's nothing funny in the world
about her being naked.
It's obvious we were in the process of screwing,
so why not let a complete stranger into the room?
Come on in.
Then there's the kind that will pull the sheets up
over their head and act like they're asleep.
Where would you like it, sir?
Sweetheart, wherever you'd like it.
And then, of course, there's the ones who scrunch real flat,
thinking that the bed will look empty.
With Denise...
It was kind of hard to tell which way she'd go.
Can I have your autograph, Mr. Morris?
Sure.
Should I make it out to Maureen?
I mean your autograph on the bill.
Okay.
I-I mean, I'd love to have your autograph.
And maybe a few minutes of your time?
I-I'm a huge fan, and...
well, I was thinking about
writing an article on you for my campus paper.
I'm the editor.
Any interview requests
go through me, honey.
You know, it's just a college paper.
Thank you.
No, thank you.
Thank you, Maureen.
I said goodbye to Maureen, knowing I'd see her again,
closed the door and then turned to look at Denise, thinking, "I know this girl"
from every college town we have ever played."
They're called "career girls."
The absolute easiest lays in this great nation of ours.
Now, since you're reading this, you'd be interested to know
that my favorite catches were the intellectuals.
They'd be the ones in the straight black dresses,
severe black hair,
your basic neurotic, eyeglasses,
cool-jazz, liberal, "I'll fuck any black guy
"as part of my personal apology for racism in America" type.
Anyhow, on this particular night,
we're in a club in New Jersey, it's the '50s,
and I'm mingling with the crowd.
Now, when I say mingling, what I mean
is I was scouting for who I would sleep with.
Didn't matter if the girls came with dates.
That was Reuben's job. Reuben is my valet.
I never figured out how Reuben helped them get rid of their dates,
but they were always gone by the second show.
Reuben could clean up any situation.
Excuse me, miss. May I say that I think
you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.
- Thank you. - Notice I say, "I think you've got"
the most beautiful eyes I've seen,"
because I haven't seen them yet.
I've been too busy staring at your cans.
Now, Lanny!
I can't believe he just said that.
That is completely unacceptable.
Madam, I do apologize. I apologize,
ladies and gentlemen, for my friend's behavior.
You cannot speak that way to a perfect stranger.
- Look, her husband's not offended. - It's okay.
- He's not? - No, her husband's not offended.
Her husband's not here. This lucky guy is her boyfriend.
And even he's not offended, and do you know why?
Well, I can certainly hazard a guess.
What the hell is "hazard a guess"?
For chrissake, Vince, this is America.
We don't say "hazard a guess." We say "yes," or we say "no."
Well, I say "no" to you, Morris.
Excuse me, sir. Could you repeat that?
I don't think the entire audience heard you.
- Go back to where you came from, bastard! - Let it go.
I get hecklers all the time,
but this schmuck came off pretty personal.
Where did he think I came from?
"Bastard." "Bastard"! He called me a "bastard."
Now, it doesn't show from the front, Lanny.
Now, please, would you kindly not mount me? It's very disagreeable.
Vince plunges straight into quoting some lines I wrote
from a song from our first motion picture.
I happen to be honored to work with this jerk.
- Is that a compliment? - I never frown with this clown.
Never, never, never.
I get a kick from this...
friend of mine.
Fine, but don't give the Mike to this kike.
- Well... - Just relax.
It's not often we get topped by a member of our audience,
but tonight, this gentleman has done the near impossible.
What is your name?
It's Joe.
Joe, we were just wondering if you'd be a great sport...
And help us out onstage. What do you say, folks?
Go on, Joe.
Joe, here, is going to play a crazy high school Professor
who's about to give Lanny and I our final high school exam.
So if you'll just excuse us while we help Joe change into his crazy Professor outfit.
Lanny, a little costume-changing music, if you please.
Step this way.
I'll have a quiet word with my partner
about the way he spoke to your wife.
Completely unnecessary.
Just this way.
You call any Jew on this planet anything you like.
But nobody calls my partner a kike.
Do you understand?
Boffing ladies and bashing gentlemen.
I tell you, there was nothing under the sun
Vince and I wouldn't do for each other.
Are you finished?
Thank you, mamie.
I'm sorry about that, miss o'Connor.
We just needed to be sure you didn't take any notes.
Lanny gave me very specific instructions on that point.
I don't understand why he'd want me to read this.
Why would he ever want anyone to see this side of him?
When you contacted us about meeting Lanny for your book,
it wasn't simply a question of letting you know
he wasn't interested in speaking with you.
I believe my client wanted you to understand
that he, in fact, was completing a book of his own
which would serve not only his autobiography,
but also as the definitive account of the joint careers
of Morris and Collins.
You've had, at first hand,
a sample of Lanny's writing voice.
Yes, I have.
Such a book, miss o'Connor,
this raw, this honest,
would make your own efforts look...
Well, there's been some very nice translations of the Bible
over the centuries,
But they would run a very poor second in popularity
to the discovery of the actual ten commandments.
Single best part about teaching grade two is the difference
between the bright ones and the dumb ones isn't so obvious.
- What's so great about that? - Well, the results of my work
as a teacher aren't so depressing.
Also, there's no homework to correct in the evenings
and... Well, none of the kids know how to use drugs.
Bonnie had come from New York to visit me that summer.
We'd been best friends since kindergarten.
At school we started the Lanny and Vince fan club,
raising almost $200 for that year's telethon.
All of you, send in a bit of your allowance.
Just a little bit. A dime, a nickel, a penny.
Every bit helps.
The goal of the telethon that year
was $3.9 million,
which was a lot of dough at that time.
Thank you, tom. You're a prince among men.
- Lanny! - There are children watching.
Where does he get his energy?
To remind the viewers of the goal,
we agreed the telethon could run 39 hours, non-stop.
The show would begin at 9 P.M. on Friday, and finish at noon on Sunday.
We paced it so that Vince and I were together for the kickoff,
most of the day on Saturday,
then the big finale on Sunday with us bleary-eyed and weeping
as America got ready to go to church.
- Lanny! Lanny! - What are you doin'?
I'm ordering a pizza. I'm starvin'.
No anchovies on mine, Lanny.
Hey, so who are you talkin' to?
I'm talkin' to little Suzie from whittier, California,
and she is going to donate three weeks of allowance.
How about that, folks?
Suzie from whittier!
Thank you! Three weeks of allowance.
Surely, that's a challenge for all you...
See, what you have to understand
is that Vince and me were essentially a boy-girl act.
I was the tramp, ready for any sort of action,
and Vince was the gentleman,
always trying to make me behave myself.
I was pleasure, and he was control.
I was rock 'n' roll, and he was class.
His presence gave America permission to like me.
My deal with the publisher gave me first-class travel,
a luxury I'd never enjoyed.
Is there any chance of switching to a window seat?
Sorry, we're completely booked in first.
But these center seats are really wonderful.
See, if you push here...
can I show you?
Sure.
The chair swivels to the left and the right.
And this converts to a full-size dining table
during our pan am platinum service.
With damask linen and silverware by fornari,
so you don't have to eat off a tray.
Again, that's only for these center seats.
How does that sound?
At that time, when you traveled first-class,
people would always ask you
if you met someone famous on the flight.
Mr. Morris.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Though he would later accuse me of engineering this,
I didn't.
It just... Happened.
Reuben, so they... they record these songs
in a studio that I am paying for.
Songs that are recorded for me
that they are contracted to provide. Are you with me here?
Yes, Lanny, it's just that...
no, it's just that nothing, irv.
Please, let me finish. So they record...
I read an interview where Lanny was given credit
for insisting his Butler travel in the same class
and stay at the same hotels as his boss.
The valet's attentiveness was impressive.
Looks like you'll be having dinner with Lanny Morris!
Hello.
Hi.
We should get a waiter to slide a matchbook under the airplane.
There we go.
That should hold.
This is my friend, Reuben.
- Hi. - Hi.
And this is also my friend, technically speaking,
and business manager, irv.
Hi.
My name is Lanny.
And what's your name?
Bonnie. Bonnie trout.
What do you do, Bonnie?
I teach.
And what do you teach?
- Second grade. - Well, we have a lot in common.
You teach second grade, I went to second grade.
Irv, you went to second grade too, didn't you?
- Many times. - Tell me, miss trout,
I don't mean to be impolite
but I was wondering
how a second grade school teacher
affords to fly first class.
Well... I have a pass
that allows me free use of the subway on weekends,
and the hot lunches at school are only 50 cents...
And I'm the mistress of a wealthy, married man
and when he and his wife go on vacation,
he treats me to a first-class trip in the opposite direction.
But look at me, talking only about myself.
What do you do for a living?
I'm a French impressionist painter out of Tahiti, mainly.
But I'm just doing that to pay the bills.
My real ambition is to become a stockbroker in Paris.
- I don't get it. - Paul Gauguin.
He gave up being a successful stockbroker
to become a painter in the South seas.
You think the average person knows that?
Well, we're not talking about the average person, irv.
In some ways,
he had never stopped being a hero to me.
That's why it was impossible to think
he might also be a killer.
Well, this has been great.
I'm gonna see you inside your apartment.
There's really no need.
Don't be silly.
I'm not gonna try to come in.
Promise.
- You've been away from your apartment for how long now? - Ages.
You never know if somebody's broken in while you were gone.
I'll just see you inside your door.
Believe me, I'm... I'm not trying to seduce you.
I have to do the today show at 7 A.M.
They want me in makeup at 6:15.
Bonnie had moved to New York for the teaching job
a little over a year ago.
I had never visited her and had no idea
if this was the right place.
Which floor?
Why...
- 4-d. - Forty?
It only goes up to six.
Four-d...
Four-d, the fourth floor.
Which way?
Guess.
Why?
It's a test.
A test?
Okay.
This way.
So why didn't we take this elevator?
Doesn't work.
Well... good night.
No, I'm going to see you into your apartment.
And then I'm gonna leave you alone until tomorrow.
I never get which key goes in which lock the first time.
Hey, looks like they fixed it.
You okay?
Maybe we should turn on a light.
Whoops.
Well...
I'm going to leave you now
because I have Reuben and irv
waiting in the limousine downstairs,
and I should get some sleep for the today show.
So...
It was lovely to meet you, Bonnie.
By the end of the telethon, we had no voices.
Thirty-nine hours of non-stop entertainment.
A telethon was a superhuman feat.
We weren't just heroes, we were gods.
A couple of the boys were there to make sure we got out alive
to make the flight to New York.
Everyone. Listen. Listen.
Gentlemen... gentlemen, please.
Gentlemen, if I could just have your attention.
Everyone, Mr. Collins and Mr. Morris
will answer no questions until the press conference
at the palace del sol.
Gentlemen, there will be plenty of time
to answer your questions at the palace del sol.
Thank you, and we will answer your questions
at the press conference. Thank you for coming.
We had a full police escort,
along with several bodyguards who were there
to protect us from any thoughts we might have had
of going awol prior to this press conference.
A pair of New Jersey's finest walked on either side of us
as we entered the lobby of the hotel.
See, it was an indication of how legitimate
the mob had gone, that they could bring in
the local police to guard the facade of their racket.
The local chief was a man named Jack scaglia.
And of course, the two gentlemen on my right,
who need no introduction, have come here directly
from their record-breaking polio telethon
in Miami, Florida.
So the first thing I'd like to announce is that Mr. sanmarco...
I wish I could tell you that Sally sanmarco
"was a slim, 6'6" guy who looked like a prince
and spoke with an English accent.
Then I wouldn't seem to be falling back on the stereotype.
The trouble was,
Sally was straight out of central casting.
A gangster who looked and talked
just like you would expect from the movies.
How did it feel to raise all that money for polio?
It felt great. It felt... felt really great.
From a publicity angle and in terms of giving him legitimacy,
this was a huge coup for Sally.
Like I said, we were gods.
We'd only been in the New York area for an hour or so,
during which time we were constantly watched
by police and reporters,
which ended up being a good thing for us.
We got ya our best bridal suite.
Fuckin' nice?
People talk about having fancy apartments and hotel rooms
on the West Side of Manhattan. What do they see?
Fuckin' New Jersey. Here, you see New York City.
Unfortunately, Vince and I were acquainted with the dead girl
in the bathroom of our hotel suite in New Jersey.
Her last name was o'Flaherty.
Her first name was Maureen.
Karen, we decided to trade apartments, not identities.
Why didn't you make up a name?
Bonnie, I was looking at a five-hour flight.
I-I didn't want to make up a life story
that wasn't attached to anything.
Well, I returned the offense.
- I got to pretend I was you. - What do you mean?
You received a package. Messenger service. I signed your name.
- Who's it from? - No return address.
- Want me to open it? - Sure.
That's good. I already did. It's a manuscript.
Excerpt from the memoirs of Lanny Morris.
Hey, all your dreams are coming true.
He's writing you love letters already.
Bonnie, I need to know what he's written.
Well, I'll send it to you.
No, now. Before he calls me
tomorrow.
Please?
All right.
Here we go.
"Let me explain to you why two very famous guys
"just finishing a nationally-broadcast telethon
ended up in New Jersey."
For years, the palace del sol
was one of the centers of mob prosperity.
Needless to say,
a major headliner in the showroom
helped legitimize the entire operation.
- Give 'er a kiss. - Yeah, beautiful.
One more guys. That's it. That's great. Thank you.
Now, Vince and I needed help in keeping us up all the time,
and in a way of thinking in the '50s,
anything you didn't take with a needle was okay.
It wasn't "serious" serious.
It was like running a red light.
Everyone used bennies.
Vince added them to his morning coffee like sugar.
Not that you could tell.
When we did finally decide to flatten out,
we'd take two or three tuinals, or three or four "threeinalls."
They were really good. Between the moment you took them and passing out,
it felt really... Sexy.
Sure.
Enjoy the show.
Thank you.
That must have been good for you.
The walls of the blue grotto
were made of a mixture of plaster and styrofoam.
Flammable as all hell.
But the boys had learned it was cheaper
to give the inspector $200 and a ringside table to our show
than to spend thousands of dollars on fireproofing.
Besides, it was always vital in a business enterprise of this sort
to have the option to torch the place at a moment's notice,
should the need present itself.
One night, after our show,
we were taken to Sally's office.
We wondered what we had done wrong,
but what we had done, was done good.
Sally started going on about how much he liked us,
how he thought we were a good fit with his crowd,
meaning that we brought in an audience of heavy drinkers,
adulterers and gamblers.
So, what we want is for you boys
to come back here three months from now,
and open our new showroom for us.
A two week, exclusive, limited engagement
that we want you to do for us for six weeks.
God help you when a killer takes a shining to you.
I looked at Vince and scratched my nose,
which meant our strongest no.
That's... that's a very great honor, Sally.
You're damn fuckin' right it is.
The thing is, we're just trying to cut down
on the nightclub work at the moment.
We turned down the sands so we could do a TV special,
and the only reason we still work the versailles
is out of friendship for you.
What dates were you thinking of?
We open November 15th.
Sally, any other day we would be here in a flash
but, you know, that's the day right after the next polio telethon.
I mean, we always take two weeks off right after that to recover.
- Right, Vince? - At least.
- I mean, we're tired. - That's the way I want you.
After the fuckin' telethon, we fly ya up from Miami,
hold a press conference, all fuckin' exhausted,
so people know what heroes you are.
I'll keep a suite for ya with the best hookers I got.
Your own personal cathouse.
And I'll have them send you up
a shipment of lobsters and stone crabs.
You like lobsters?
Love 'em.
And a case of these special grapefruits
that I get special down there.
The most delicious thing you ever tasted in your life.
Juicy, thin skin.
Months later, on the night before the telethon in Miami,
we got back to our room and found that Sally
had been more than good to his word.
Laid out around the room were various crates
bearing the addresses of their destination.
Our suite at the palace del sol hotel in New Jersey.
You like lobsters?
They're wonderful.
See you in New Jersey.
New Jersey.
Thin skin, fuckin' most delicious fuckin' thing
you ever had in your fuckin' life.
"What I thought was a box of beach balls turned out"
"to be the thinnest-skinned, dripping-wet grapefruits"
"I'd ever tasted in my life."
"The six-foot crate was filled with fruits of the sea"
"slowly shifting over a bed of ice."
Yeah, this is Lanny Morris. S-send up three steaks, all right?
- Yeah. Make 'em rare this time? - Yeah, rare.
- Like, bloody. - Bloody.
A... Couple of bottles of that... that champagne.
- Make that three. - Three bottles of champagne.
And can you make sure that Maureen delivers 'em?
Yeah, Maureen.
We called down for Maureen,
the room-service girl I'd met earlier,
who wanted the interview for her school paper.
She brought up three steaks, one for her,
as her last official delivery of the day.
As much as I love lobster,
seeing all that shellfish nestled on ice in the crate
put me in the mood for hooves, not claws.
The interview for Maureen's campus paper
went better than expected.
Vince and I popped some tuinals
to insure that we would sleep like babes,
after we wore off the general horniness
that the pills first give you.
Vince bought insurance on his bet
by havin' a few babes on hand.
Well, not exactly on his hand.
That wasn't his preference.
- "Not exactly on his hand." - That wasn't
his preference."
"Not exactly on his hand"?
"That wasn't his preference"?
"The tuinals, coupled with a nice amount of booze,
"guaranteed us the sleep of the dead.
"Late the next morning, Maureen was sent packing
"and Vince and I prepared ourselves
for that night's broadcast."
Well, I guess this is one story my kids won't have to give a book report on.
Thanks.
Must be weird to find out that the object
of all your adolescent fantasies is a pig.
He's not like that.
So it's just the way he describes himself.
She was right.
Which was the real Lanny?
I'd find out later that the story of the hookers in the hotel suite
was a complete fabrication.
That night, Maureen was alone.
Hello?
So how did you like the show?
Lanny?
The today show. You did watch, didn't you?
The show.
You didn't watch.
Wow, that's scary.
You see, when you're a star, you...
you live in terror, wondering if it's all over yet.
Y-y-you keep looking for the signs.
You're shooting a scene from a movie on a New York street, and a crowd doesn't form.
You meet a girl on a plane, and ya tell her that you're gonna be
on the today show the next morning,
and she doesn't wake up early to watch.
It's... Very scary.
Hey, you know, I mentioned you on the air.
You did?
Yes, I proposed to you on the air.
Your apartment building is probably
surrounded with photographers
at this very moment.
You're kidding.
Yes, I'm kidding.
So...
What time would you like to meet?
Stanley, this is Bonnie. Bonnie, Stanley.
Nice to meet you.
Is the food almost ready, Stan?
Yep. I'll bring it right out, Mr. Lanny.
I was very hungry, so I asked Stanley to prepare us something special.
That sounds great.
Tell me, what kind of a meeting
does a schoolteacher have to go to during the summer vacation?
I'm exploring the possibility of another job.
Something in publishing.
How did it go?
Okay.
Have you ever thought about writing a book?
About what?
Your life.
Sure. When I'm dead.
No, seriously.
It would have to be published after I died
when I wouldn't care what anybody thought about me.
So, what would you write about...
If you were going to tell the truth?
In my book.
Well, the truth is, I've met four presidents.
Each one of them seemed like they were totally out of it.
Like they had no idea what was going on.
Even j.F.K. Left me unimpressed.
I felt like I was with the boss' son.
You don't think you could say that?
Not if I was planning on living in this country. No, no.
I don't think that Judy garland was such a great singer
after she turned 16.
That quiver, you know,
it was like... She had no control over it.
I would get killed for saying that.
Or... or that Marilyn Monroe was no better an actress
after she studied with Lee strasberg than before.
Yeah.
I'm saying what really happened.
Having to be a nice guy
is the toughest job in the world when you're not.
This is, lamb in tea sauce.
This is twice-cooked pork with shredded, pickled cabbage.
Kung pao chicken.
And this is kung ping loh haa,
lobster in tangerine peel
for you and your lovely lady friend.
You shouldn't have done that, Stanley.
I don't eat lobster.
I'm Jewish.
But you eat pork.
Do you have a problem with that?
- No, I just thought... - No shrimp, no lobster.
They're disgusting. Take it away.
I will pay for the dish, but take it away, please.
I-I... I'll change it.
I'm sorry, I...
I should have asked. Maybe you love lobster.
I'm fine.
Have you ever had szechwan cuisine before?
It's from the northern part of China.
It must be strange for you.
If you complain to a waiter...
You're not just some jerk at table five.
You're Lanny Morris.
I know that everyone dreams about being famous,
but it would be really interesting to know
what it's like to relinquish all anonymity.
Gets me a date.
Does that bother you?
That people only wanna be with you because of who you are?
As opposed to?
Well...
The real you.
The real me.
The real me...
Was brought up as a nice, middle-class kid
which is not the easiest thing in the world
when you are extremely poor and living in a slum.
The real me spent most of his time
getting the shit kicked out of him...
And dreaming about something better.
Like being here with someone like you.
Fifteen years ago,
he had, for one brief moment,
made me feel like the most special person in the world.
The miracle in my life is not that I survived polio
and am standing here today.
No. The reason I consider myself to be a miracle girl
is because I had the good fortune
to meet Lanny and Vince when I was sick.
It was a moment seen by millions of people,
but felt only by me.
That moment had changed my life.
I was about to find my own way into Lanny's book
after he had found such a powerful way into mine.
Checking out today.
Is there a message for Bonnie trout?
From one of our guests?
Yes, Lanny Morris.
I'm afraid not.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
Do you need a cab?
I still don't understand why Vince Collins is willing
to be involved in such an exposé of himself.
Vince is a realist.
The days of his box-office power are drawing to a close.
Given the amount of money we're offering...
and it's because the investment in Mr. Collins is so large,
I've compiled a list of questions
we'd like the miracle girl to ask.
I don't wanna look at your questions. I have my own approach.
Miss o'Connor, we're not paying a million dollars for your approach,
we're paying for what Vince Collins has to say.
To me. What he has to say to me.
Greg,
this is not as easy as it looks.
If you go to Vince Collins
and ask him a series of questions,
you'll come back here with a 300-page press book.
Well, as I've always understood this company's policy,
while the book is being written, the relationship
between the author and editor is sacrosanct.
This isn't your typical book deal.
We've really just leased an oil well called Vince Collins
and granted miss o'Connor the right to tap.
I think we have a responsibility
to...
Monitor the drilling.
Hello.
Mrs. o'Flaherty?
Yes.
My name's o'Connor.
I'm the one writing the book.
The book will be centered around Vince Collins.
I'll be asking him a lot of questions.
I wanted to know if there were any
you'd like to have answered yourself.
Maureen and I planted this tree on her fifth birthday.
Father did most of the digging, of course.
She'd be 38.
I'm 59, myself.
If she were alive now...
We'd be talking about things, back and forth,
like two women.
Like you and I are doing.
And Maureen's father?
Frank died six years ago.
He took his own life.
One night, just before he died,
he dug up the earth around this tree.
He took the urn with Maureen's ashes in it
and spread them around its roots.
So this... Is my daughter.
This is what I have of her.
Are you catholic?
My... my mother was.
Then you will understand my dilemma.
Our faith offers an afterlife.
A daughter needs her mother.
So I have to live out this life
as far from sin as I can manage.
I'll never see my husband again.
He's consigned himself to hell.
But what if Maureen killed herself too?
She's in hell with my husband.
The life I'm trying to lead will bring me to heaven's grace
only to hear their screams of torment.
Chief scaglia, you were in the hotel room
when they found Maureen's body in the tub.
So was Sally, so was Lanny, so was Vince.
And there was also a PR lady there from the hotel.
How do you think she died?
She died in an auto accident two weeks later.
It was terrible.
No, Maureen.
H-how did Maureen die?
She drowned.
- Why? - What do you mean, why?
Well, you and I take baths all the time. We don't drown in them.
You and I do not mix sleeping pills with booze.
She committed suicide.
Overdose is the official story.
What's the official story on the fact
that the staff of the hotel in Miami
all seemed to know she delivered room service
to the boys' suite three days before,
and was never seen alive again?
What happened to her?
How did she end up in a hotel room in New Jersey?
Sally never had any problem moving girls around, okay?
- He had two hotels. - So Sally arranged it?
No, I don't think so. You see, she was brought up there as a reward for the boys,
and I think she started a party just a little too early.
She was a student. This was a summer job.
Listen to me.
The palace del sol
was very important to Sally, okay?
He launched his new wing
with a push from Lanny and Vince.
And this... this...
Stupid girl shows up dead.
She's not gonna come back.
We do the best thing for all of us.
We speed up the investigation, and we cremate her. Okay?
End of story.
Here you are.
Here's your lobster. Bon appétit.
Enjoy.
Looks great.
"And Sally said, 'I'll have them send you up
"'your own shipment of lobsters.
You like lobster?'"
We said we did because we really did.
You shouldn't have done that, Stanley. I don't eat lobster.
Were there any signs of violence on her body?
No, no. There were some,
small scratches on the torso.
Why did my daughter die?
Did she kill herself?
What had they done to her that would make her do that?
What had they done?
Once upon a time,
when terrible things happened to people,
they were left as a mystery.
Even the tabloids kept a distance.
Some things were allowed to be left
just the way they were.
Any trouble with the directions I gave you?
Only the parts where I had to turn.
Sorry.
It's the price of seclusion.
You haven't switched over to cassette?
Actually, it's my dad's.
And what does he do?
He was a journalist too.
He did a big story on you once.
Followed a little girl who had polio.
You took her under your wing...
And now she's interviewing you.
Your father must be very proud that his daughter's making such a name for herself.
I'd like to think so.
He died last year.
Sorry to hear that.
Would you like some coffee?
Sure.
Are you alone here?
Yes. The thought of having live-in help
is a little poisonous to me.
Why's that?
Well, I'd have to talk to them.
Ask them how their family was doing.
Hear about this and that, introduce them to the guests
and tell them how their family was doing.
All so that I would seem to be a nice guy,
which is an awful lot of work
considering what I cherish most in life these days
is not to have to be Vince Collins.
No Reuben in your life?
How do you know about Reuben?
He was in a lot of the material I've been looking at.
No, I never had a Reuben.
Lanny always paid him directly.
He was Lanny's man.
Right.
You know, what I like is to...
Read...
Think.
It's to have the freedom to...
Get up and leave without telling anyone about it.
Any time of day.
Or even having to say goodbye.
To be backstage,
surrounded by acrobats, actors, magicians,
it was... it was intoxicating.
You know, I was only 12-years-old.
That's a...
That's a pretty impressionable age.
To hear all these stories of touring...
My father always told me that nothing had meaning
unless it could be put on the record.
I also like the idea...
Yet, things had changed.
As Vince had pointed out at our first meeting,
it had become fashionable to put yourself into the story.
The question became how far you were prepared to go.
Excuse me. That's not mine.
I'm sorry.
Aren't you miss trout?
We've met, on the plane to New York.
- Reuben. - Excuse me, sir.
Can I leave you for just a second, please?
I'm so deeply sorry, miss trout, the way you were treated.
He could have left a note.
Of course.
Miss trout, I would like you to understand something.
I have a great loyalty to Mr. Morris.
He's treated me very well.
I'm very grateful.
He has done wonderful things for many people,
and I have been...
Privileged to work for him.
But I do have certain principles,
especially about how women are to be treated and respected.
Mr. Morris can be very attentive,
but once he has a woman...
God, I think it's almost a sickness.
When he left you that morning,
you may have felt bad, but believe me, miss trout,
to have him out of your life
is the best thing that could have happened to you.
At that point, you may have felt your life was wounded.
It wasn't.
It was saved.
Vince, I was very clear about this from the beginning.
I'm not out to play games with you.
This is why you're being paid such a huge amount of money.
This isn't entirely about money, you know.
A million dollars is more than the gross of your last film.
You know, I was somehow under the impression
that my entire life might have been
of more than passing interest.
But if my fleeting encounter with a girl named Maureen o'Flaherty
is all you really want to talk about,
then that's what we'll do.
I have to make an appearance at the clinic tomorrow.
We can come back and talk after that.
It's wonderland.
I imagine you might remember that.
He was right.
I did remember wonderland.
- You ready? - Ready.
When I was a girl,
the entire hospital was devoted to children with polio.
Since that time...
It had become a clinic for kids
with a variety of different physical handicaps.
Once a year,
the children would put on a pageant,
playing different characters from Alice in wonderland.
Vince, in his continuing support of the hospital,
had hired a band and a singer.
Who is that?
I don't know.
She's good, whoever she is.
Karen, do you mind if we start this conversation tomorrow?
I'm just...
I'm not feeling all that well...
- Vince... - In fact, it won't make
any difference over there. The office will be closed.
They've been working late.
Then they've been working much too hard.
First thing tomorrow. First thing.
I hope your editors were reasonable.
Reasonable?
No, they weren't.
We can go as late as you like.
That's good. It might take us into the evening.
I had a feeling that might be the case.
So I've ordered a hot and cold smorgasbord to be brought in.
Can work through dinner if you like.
We'll be having company?
Yes.
I have...
A surprise for you.
Actually, this is a fairly big deal for me as well.
I've asked Lanny to join us today.
Lanny?
Well, this is something.
Neuman and newberry
will certainly be getting their money's worth.
I thought that if I was going to discuss something
that had such an impact on our lives,
it would be fair for Lanny to hear what I had to say...
Given that we've never talked about it.
I'm sure I'll have lots to ask him.
When is he coming?
He should be here any minute now.
This is very exciting.
Shit.
- Yes? - Bonnie, I have to talk fast.
I need you to do exactly as I tell you,
and I can't tell you why, okay?
Sure.
Excuse me,
that might actually be him now.
Yes, hello?
Yes, thank you.
That was my office.
There's a woman. A friend or relative of yours?
She said she called on a number you gave her.
She's gonna call back.
Yes?
Hi, kiddo.
Now, listen, your brother, Clifford,
has just been rushed to the hospital.
He was doing construction when a thing...
- a steel girder? - That's it.
So you better come back to the city
and make your peace with him.
I booked you on the next flight to San Francisco.
I'm waiting here for you in front of the terminal.
They've already reserved me a seat
on the next flight to San Francisco.
- I'll drive you there. - No, no.
Sharon is waiting at the airport for me.
You can't stand Lanny up.
Please give him my deepest apologies.
Hey.
- Please, I can explain. - Hey!
You've broken the law, Bonnie fucking trout.
You've assumed another person's identity for the purposes
of getting information from a business competitor.
Obviously I lied about who I was. I'm sorry.
It was a huge untruth. It wasn't planned.
I was just freaked out about suddenly being
on the plane with...
With you, and...
And how did you manage to get the seat behind me on the plane?
- It was pure coincidence. - Bullshit.
It's true.
How could you...?
How could you have just left me at the hotel like that?
You were asleep. Reuben woke me
to say I had to be a substitute performer
at a charity concert at the Hollywood bowl.
I had to get the first flight out.
You could have left me a note or called me.
I did leave you a note.
Where?
I don't know why we're even talking about this.
I don't like you.
All right?
I wish we had never met.
Hello, Vince.
What the fuck's going on?
Vince, a few days after we first met,
I found myself next to Lanny on a flight to New York.
It was... it was a complete coincidence.
- He asked my name... - And she lied.
I had just finished reading the first chapter
of Lanny's own biography.
His lawyers had let me see it
in the hope of discouraging our own project.
As a reflex, since I knew he would view me as the enemy,
I gave him the name of a friend
whose apartment I was going to stay at in Manhattan.
I thought I simply had to get
through the awkwardness of the flight itself,
but the trouble is...
you slept with him.
- Vince... - You slept...
With my ex-partner.
Technically.
Doesn't sound like things were particularly technical.
Now, you listen to me, sweetheart.
Vince doesn't always do what's best for Vince.
That's why he needed me here today.
The story of this girl is the most painful thing in his life.
What happened to her, Lanny?
Well, you're not gonna find out.
Not now.
Not after what you've done to him.
Vince!
Shit.
Vince...
I made a terrible mistake in New York.
I... I apologize to you more than I know how to say.
I'm so sorry.
Vince...
The realization of your life's 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?
1961 haut-brion.
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 have done a few of those in your time, right?
Are you sure they're okay with alcohol?
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.
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 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.
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.
I think 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...
Well, 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... 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 gonna 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 best-seller, 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 want to 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.
And incidentally, by not answering,
you're in violation of your contract.
What a shame.
I understood you needed that money.
God. God. God. 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's 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's 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 to know
that this next chapter.
Is to be read after Vince and my death
and is only to be used
under the most extreme of circumstances.
We knew we wanted to make an early night of it,
with the telethon starting the next day,
so Vince suggested we dine in,
so Maureen could do the interview
for her campus paper.
This is a gift for us from the audience...
From the people,
the people that are out there.
Sooner or later you gotta say,
"we wanna give something back."
I think that's really important.
Not many people would take the time out to do that.
Thank you.
She actually hid her tape recorder
in the room-service cart
because she didn't want the hotel to find out.
We finished the interview and then asked her to stay.
To help us get into the mood, I did a tuinal.
Then she did one.
And Vince, he did two,
because he was always doing two.
We got into the second of the three bottles
of moët we'd ordered.
We... Thought it would be better to keep the action
to neutral territory.
God...
She was beautiful.
I chain-locked the front door to the living room
to make sure that housekeeping,
eager to turn down our beds,
didn't walk in on an employee having a ménage à trois
with the hotel's headliners.
Then I went to chain-lock the door to Vince's room.
I took a quick shower,
I put on my robe,
and brought a robe for Maureen,
in case she felt a little bashful.
So much for bashful.
I threw the robe on the bed and moved into the room,
half-worried that they would finish without me.
Watch it there, compadre.
It's a little hard to tell who's who, under the circumstances.
I'm the one that's more than "a little hard,"
you dumb fuckin' limey.
Well, I'm... I'm the one with a foreskin.
Don't you forget that.
Hey, watch it. You got the end zone there, Vince.
- Come on, come on. Fuck. - You're gonna like it.
- What? - You're gonna like it.
It's like from another planet when you come.
- I'd never hurt you. - Get the fuck off me.
- I'd never hurt you. - Get the fuck off me!
Trust me, trust me. It's like double the sex...
get the fuck off me!
We don't fuck, Vince!
We're buddies, we're pals, we're partners, we're a duo.
We love each other, but we don't... Fuck!
We're fucking stars! We can...
- we can travel together. - Okay.
We can hang out together, we can live together,
but we can't be queers!
It's... Not... Funny!
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
About?
About your nose.
It's not broken, is it?
Yeah.
Guess the question is...
who's gonna pay me?
This surprised me.
The girl was not a hooker.
My wallet was on top of my robe.
I took out some money.
I don't remember how much.
I don't think so.
That's more than you would make in a month of tips.
I'm not looking for a tip.
What the hell are you saying?
Honey, I'm in my last year of college.
This is a summer job.
No, I...
I wanna write.
I wanna be a journalist.
So I could either use this information...
or I could use a lot of money.
I promise you this will only cost you once.
I'm so tired, I don't even think I'm going home.
I think it's the tuinals.
Hey, Lanny, don't take it personally.
You were a great lover.
You have got the cutest little butt.
I guess Vince thinks so too.
Night, Lanny.
I would never see her alive again.
I put a "do not disturb" sign on my door,
fastened the chain lock, in case the maid didn't read.
I left a wake-up call for 8,
and went to sleep knowing that a telethon
was the least of the ordeals I was going to have to face in the morning.
The tuinals had really conked me out,
and I slept through my wake-up call that morning.
The operator had called Reuben down the hall
to see if he could wake me, but he couldn't get in
because we had chain-locked all the doors.
Hey, hey, hey. Reuben!
I yelled for Reuben to wake up Vince while I worked on Maureen,
trying to make myself believe that she was still sleeping.
Fuck.
No, no, no. Fuck.
The autopsy revealed the drugs and alcohol in her body, but...
I knew it wasn't enough to kill her.
All three doors to the suite
were chain-locked from the inside
when I found her.
I hadn't touched her.
That's how I know that my former partner
and friend, Vince Collins,
murdered Maureen o'Flaherty.
You must have guessed by now
that Vince and I had found a way
to relocate Maureen's body to New Jersey.
This is the one criminal act the both of us committed.
But we were in a panic
and needed to create an ironclad alibi.
The crates were delivered to our room.
The publicist had opened the crates for a photo op.
But the official story became that she found Maureen's overdosed body in the tub.
A police officer, called scaglia,
was there to witness the whole thing.
Live, until they drop dead...
During the telethon, I kept telling myself
that I could forgive Vince for two reasons.
First of all, I don't think he could have known what he was doing.
He was completely out of it, even more than usual.
The second is that he was terrified
that this incident would become public knowledge.
In those days, the slightest hint that he could swing both ways
would destroy his show-business career in an instant.
As it was, it was only to destroy us.
We completed the telethon,
but we both knew we were finished.
The marriage... Was over.
There was a moment in the middle of the telethon
where I actually broke down.
I just couldn't control myself.
I remember I mumbled something
to a little girl who was recounting her experiences
with the disease.
I don't remember what I said...
But I do remember feeling worthless.
Everyone thought that my tears were for her.
It made for a great picture in the papers the next day.
Mr. Morris will see you now.
I expected to see you at Vince's funeral.
Kind of heartless of you not to show up,
don't you think, Karen?
Considering you're probably the one that...
drove him to it.
I won't answer that.
So don't.
So get the fuck out of my office.
Lanny, I have interview material with Vince
up until the moment he met you.
It would be great if this...
Warm, funny side of Vince could reach the public.
And what the fuck do you know
about Vince's warm and funny side?
What about the warm and funny fact that he killed himself?
Why would he do that?
I don't know.
That's the answer I'm giving you...
And anyone else that asks.
I don't know.
But you do know, don't you, Lanny?
Whatever I know, sweetheart, I'm 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'd always written 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.
Wh...?
Where the fuck 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...?
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.
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... 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...?
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 that I hadn't found the note he left for me at the hotel.
The note you must have disposed of as you were tidying the room.
I told you how he deals with women. I was afraid.
I was 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 school teacher...
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...
the wallet was on top. It had been folded.
I always... always arranged Mr. Morris's 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.
Fuck!
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.