The Loft

I swear to God, I had nothing to do with this.

We would love to believe you, Mr. Stevens, but you have

to admit, your version of events does sound pretty bizarre, don't you think?

Look, it was a setup, OK? The whole thing was staged.

So you were afraid? That's your claim. You were the victim?

Well, I mean, you know, not... not like...

Not like who? Not like her?

Please, just talk to the others guys. Have you talked to the others there?

We're doing our jobs.

So, why don't you just do yourself a favor and confess?

You know, save some time, save some legal fees. Come on.

Why don't you take us through the events of this morning?

- Again? - Again, Mr. Stevens.

Where were you this morning, Mr. Stevens?

I was at home. Alone. My wife's taking the kids skiing.

Yeah, sure, your wife's on her way back, as we speak.

And apparently, she has, uh, quite a few questions, of her own.

So, the phone woke you around what time this morning?

I don't know, uh, 9-9:30. It-it was Luke in a panic. He said I had to come.

- Where were you supposed to go? - To the loft. He told me to come to the loft.

Did he say why he was panicking?

- No. - Well, did you know why he was panicking?

No, not yet.

Luke.

Luke?

Oh, my God!

Oh, fuck!!

- What the hell happened? - I don't know.

What do you mean, you just... were you...

I walked, in she was... lying there...

Oh, fuck!

- Have you called the others? - Chris and Marty are on their way.

- I-I still haven't reached Philip. - OK, well, uh...

- keep calling, we need everybody here. - Do you know who she is?

- Vincent, do you know who's lying there? - What? No, of-of course not.

Well, how the fuck did they get in? What was it, a w-window, a door?

Windows are sealed and the door was locked. The alarm was turned off.

That's impossible.

I'm telling you, the door was locked and the alarm was turned off.

- But that'd mean that... - That someone got in... with one of our keys.

Do you know the loft building at the corner of Second and South Hope, Mr. Seacord?

No.

You know, the new residential one, down by the sports arena?

Designed, I believe, by your good friend, Vincent Stevens.

Vincent runs a very large firm. He's done a lot of buildings.

There's a loft on the ninth floor, Mr. Seacord. Have you ever been there?

No.

Strange, because according to our information, you and four friends are sharing this loft

secretly, without your wives' knowledge.

- That is ridiculous. - Don't the five of you bring women up there?

Girlfriends, mistresses, one night stands, catch of the day?

Five pals, just looking for privacy and fun,

without the hassle of Visa statements and hotel bills, the Mrs. might find.

That is preposterous.

Maybe, Mr. Seacord, but one of your friends already made a full confession.

- You wanna know who? - Listen...

I don't do things like that, you know, fool around with other women, I...

- You love your wife. - I love my wife, yes.

What happened to your face, Mr. Seacord?

- I walked into a door. - Or were you in a fight?

- I said I walked into a door. - Where were you this morning?

Out with Chris, having breakfast. There'd be a lot of people at the restaurant to verify that.

By Chris, you mean Dr. Chris Vanowen, the psychiatrist?

That's right.

One of your loft buddies?

Chris is married. He's got two kids and, uh...

he's not a guy that cheats on his wife, either.

I got a serious fucking problem, Chris.

Oh, shit!

- Philip. - Philip?

What, you think your brother has something to do this?

No.

We gotta call the cops.

You realize what'll happen, if we call the cops? Think about our wives.

It's a dead woman here, Vincent.

Why do we think Phillip is involved?

- Look, Chris, you know what he's capable of. - Yeah, I know.

Maybe we can help him, OK? If we can just figure out what the fuck happened, then maybe we can...

Then what, we gonna dump the body somewhere?

Look, I don't fucking know, but I'm not taking the fall for this.

- Marty... - Son of a bitch!

Have you seen Phil? Do you know where he is? Was he here last night?

This can't be real.

- Wait, what are you doing? - I wanna see her.

Put her back.

- Goddammit. - Who is she?

I don't know.

Look. None of us has anything to do with this, right? Right?

We're gonna find out what happened here and we'll figure a way out.

We're in this together, we'll get out of it together, OK? Because we're friends.

Agreed? Agreed?

Well, looks like they'll let anybody in, right?.

Congratulations, Vince. This one's really spectacular. Very special.

I appreciate that.

- Allie, its been too long. You look terrific. - Thank you.

So, uh... what do you think?

Well, it's bold and focused, as always. I like it.

- Hey, you made it. Hi. - Hi.

Hi! How-how are you?

Wanna buy youselves a little condo?

I think Vincent's little condos are a little out of our league.

Right, you and your puny psychiatrist salary.

Hey, you guys. Grab a drink, and we'll catch up with you later, alright?

- Alright, OK. Congrats, buddy. - Thanks, man.

- One hour, tops, then we're out of here. - Oh, come on, hon. We just got here.

Man, check out all these babes, so hot! It's like they're in violation of the fucking fire code.

Marty, calm down. I've seen them. I can also see Mimi... your wife.

OK, save me... help me... protect me.

What's up, chubbs? Havin' too much fun?

Nope, Just, uh, checkin' out the hipster crowd with my pal, Luke.

Mmm-hmm! Yeah, if you embarrass me, you may be here all by yourself.

Oh, don't raise my hopes only to dash them.

- Hi, Luke. Where's Allie? - Uh, she's just feeling dizzy.

Ducked out to check her blood sugar.

Hi, Allie. You feel OK?

Oh, I, um... started to feel not so great, before, but...

- I'm better now. - We can always go home, sweetie.

Did you hear that, sweetie? After she just checked her blood sugar. That's funny. That's really good.

I would love to see you deal with something like that, if it was me.

Oh, you know, baby, I'd love to stick you in the ass, every day.

- How many times have I asked? - Honey.

- What? - Not now.

- You're the shrink, aren't you? - Uh, yeah, that's right. Chris Vanowen.

Ah! Dr. Vanowen! That's right. Yes, I remember.

- Do we know each other? - Uh, no...

uh, you knew my sister. She was a-a patient of yours, actually. Sofie? Sofie Morris?

No. I'm sorry. I'm-I'm really sorry.

Some people are just... born unhappy.

I'm sorry, are you buying an apartment?

What? Umm, no... no-no, I'm friends with the architect.

- Oh! - Are you?

No, no, I'm here with, uh, Joel Kotkin. The city Councilman.

I work for him. A sort of, uh, personal assistant.

Oh.

- I-I'm Anne. Anne Morris. - Very nice to meet you, Anne.

- And listen, about your sister... - It's OK.

You couldn't have saved her. Her mood disorder kinda runs in the family... unfortunately, so...

Well, you're not thinking of doing something stupid, are you, Anne?

Me? Uh, you mean like falling... for the wrong man? Well,

I do that all the time.

Everything's alright. Come on. Keep partying. What are you doing?

- Phil, I shoulda I guessed. - Hey, Vince, what's up?

How are you? Thanks for coming.

Hey, I'm sorry about this, she slipped, man, alright?

- No worries. As long as you're OK. You alright? - She's fine. Come on.

Uh, let me introduce you to, um, a colleague, who works with me, at the office...

and, uh, this one... works with me, down at the office.

- Or is it other way around? - Philip.

Ooh! My big brother! How you doing man?

- Friends of Vicky's? Bridesmaids? - Aw, come on, man. I'm s-selling, you know?

- What are you doing? - What?

It's not like I don't love my little Vicky, man. I love her madly! You know that. Alright?

It's not like I hate all the other women in the world, man.

Right. Alright, alright, relax.

There's something I wanna show you. Let's go get Marty and Luke.

Chris?

- Gentlemen! Welcome to the loft. - Wow, this is impressive, Vince!

Check out the view. Then, imagine that this is our own private oasis, right in the heart downtown.

What do you mean?

A place where no one hassles you. A place you can escape to, any time you want.

- OK, so, this your loft? - No, it's ours... if you want it.

- What? Ours? - Think about it.

No messy hotel bills, no... questionable credit card activity.

This would be our secret place. To steal away,

discreetly and economically, in these... challenging times.

Five way split. What do you think?

I don't know. I'm not like that.

Come on, Chris. We're men. We're all a little like that.

Yeah, tell me about it. Give me your key right now, bring your twins up here,

give 'em a little private tour.

You know what they cost, Marty?

How much? I might have it on me, right now. Seriously.

Think about it. It's a great investment. A once in a lifetime golden opportunity.

- I can't stay here. - Where are you going? Luke?

You cannot freak out, right now. We have to stay together, like we said.

Alright, alright. Luke, you just calm the fuck down.

No, no! It's over, Vincent. It's all gonna come out!

It's not over. Listen! We're gonna find out what happened here and we gonna fix it. OK?

Try Phil again.

This is Philip. Please leave a message after the tone.

What if he doesn't show? We need to be out of the country by...

He'll show.

- You can't cover him, Chris. Not this time. - Guys, look at this.

- What's it mean? - What does it mean?

- Do you know Latin, Doctor? - Excuse me?

Latin, do you know Latin?

- I took it pre-med, yeah. - What's it say on the wall, there?

Fatum nos iungebit.

Fatum nos iungebit?

I can read that. What's it mean?

- I'm guessing you already know what it means. - No, we would like to hear you say it.

You'd like to hear me say it? OK. Fatum nos iungebit, uh...

Fate will unite us.

Now, all I can possibly think, is that somebody, who knows Latin, like you...

reached over, with this young lady's hand, and wrote Fatum nos iungebit on the wall.

- Fatum nos iungebit is wrong. - How so, Doctor?

The future imperfect tense. The verb, unite, iungere is not iungebit . It's iunget .

It should say fatum nos iunget . So, the person you're looking for, made a classic Latin error.

I'm guessing you knew that already, too. Didn't you?

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