Death Spa

- Wasn't that something? - That was great.

- Great class. - Yeah.

Goodnight, Amber.

- Bye. - Bye.

Oh God, Marvin...ha!

Don't do that.

Come on.

You're looking like a pro, Laura.

Ah, I'll settle for the workout.

You're the last one out. Make sure you lock up.

Okay.

- See you. - See you.

Bye.

Oh...

Oh...oh...Help!

Help! Help!

Please, help!

Help! Help!

Help! Oh...uh...

Here you are.

Hey, Paulie.

Would you ever sign one of them for us?

Oh, come on, shake.

Ah!

Dr. Davis, telephone, please. Dr. Davis, telephone, please.

Excuse me.

Are you looking for Laura Danvers?

I'm Dr. Southern.

My name is Michael Evans.

I'm the owner of the health club where Laura works,

where the accident happened.

Fortunately, it's not as bad as it looks.

But she has sustained burns over portions of her body.

Burns?

Yes. Chemical burns.

Chlorine vapor, to be exact.

It's low grade.

Hey.

Never work without a spotter, Freddy.

The weight falls on you chest

- and you can really get squashed. - Oh.

I better take a bit of this off.

Ah, that's cool.

This might be a little bit much, but...

Us powerlifters like to pump real iron.

Hey Marv, thanks for checking out the new diving board for me.

I really appreciate it.

Marv...

- Did you try it out yet? - No, not yet.

I will later today.

Be careful.

Uh, it's too late.

Yeah, nice work, Marv.

I specialize in isometric crisis training.

Freddie, why don't you show Darla some powerlifting methods?

I think you're the perfect person to get her going.

Hey, no problem.

So, where do you want to begin?

Well, that depends.

Well, lets try this one.

I got it, Freddie.

I got it.

I think we should help these people.

What do you say we increase the resistance?

I love it.

What fun?

Hmm, now there's something even I can't improve upon.

Can we see the manager?

Hello.

I'm Priscilla Wayne, the manager.

Can I help you?

Lt. Fletcher, LAPD.

Detective Stone.

We have an appointment with Mr. Evans.

Would you like something to drink first?

No, thanks.

Yeah, coffee.

All right.

Laura, one cup of carob coffee, please.

Here you are.

Right this way.

Quite an impressive layout you have here, Ms. Wayne.

It's a very competitive business.

It's these extras that bring in the clientele.

And a little gassing here and there?

Ooh...

You call this coffee?

She was rescued by city paramedics.

When they get called, we get called.

It was an accident.

Yeah, but this accident nearly dissolved a girl,

like an Alka Seltzer.

Are you making any charges? I'm Mr. Evans' attorney.

Ms. Wayne mentioned the computer.

It runs the spa?

The computer helps us run the spa.

The system is unique to Starbody.

It controls all the automatic functions.

Who installed the computer?

Mike, you don't have to answer these questions.

My programmer is my brother-in-law.

My former brother-in-law, David Avery.

Where is he?

Probably in the computer room.

Can we take a look?

Michael, how is Laura?

Less than wonderful.

Who has access to this command center?

I do.

And David and Priscilla. But it's David's baby.

What do you mean by former brother-in-law?

My wife is dead.

Good morning, Michael. Sleep well?

We have visitors, David.

Lt. Fletcher, LAPD.

Tell him what you know about last night.

I've been running all the programs.

There's no breakdown anywhere.

Could someone have reprogrammed it temporarily?

It's not impossible, but you're looking at the only someone

who knows the system well enough not to leave muddy footprints.

Well, that sort of narrows it down to you,

then, doesn't it?

Were I interested in a life of crime

would be in computer espionage,

electronic blackmail, and credit card fraud.

Assaulting women isn't my style.

Where were you last night between 9 and 11 ?

At home, hacking.

Hacking?

Hacking.

Experimenting with computer programs.

Are you sure?

These are the computer printouts from last night.

You will notice the time, date, and terminal number

on the upper left-hand corner of each sheet.

Will that suffice?

I'll check it out.

I'd like those back when you've done, Miss.

Sergeant.

Ah!

It just came off.

- The board came loose. - Hey, somebody help!

There's been an accident. Get in here quick.

Darla...

Thanks.

- The board-- - Are you all right?

It just came loose, sprung off it,

nearly hit me on the way down.

How does a goddamn diving board just break loose?

Stone.

Are you all right?

- Ah... - Look at me.

Somebody messed with the bolts.

That's just speculation.

You don't mind if we dust for prints,

do you, counselor?

Shh. It's all right. It's okay.

A word, David.

Can we keep it to that?

You're here because you know the system

and because you're Catherine's brother.

Both circumstances must be terribly trying for you.

If I thought for one moment that you put chlorine in the steams--

You'd resort to the only weapon in your pathetic arsenal.

Jock violence.

I think there's a glitch in your precious system.

That's impossible.

Why are you so full of hate?

You found some comfort for your sorrow, I noticed.

But then Laura was always there for you, wasn't she?

She and others. Huh?

I loved Catherine.

She never wanted that child.

How do you get things so twisted up?

We shared thoughts you'd never understand.

Twins...you know?

I just heard about the diving board.

What the hell is going on around here?

So, what do you think?

I think they ought to give you a roll big enough

to hold the damn chili.

No, about the Starbody Health Spa.

I think they ought to level the place.

You think this Evans guy is clean, huh?

I don't know.

My money is on the wacko in the computer room.

I don't see David clambering up there and unbolting that board.

This all could be coincidental.

It could be.

37 deep.

You got it.

What quarter is it?

That was the winning touchdown.

Great.

Flea market special, two for the price of one.

I figured I could be Tweedledee

and you could be Tweedledum

Fantastic.

I'm going to check out that diving board.