Eye of the Cat

Move! Get help!

Who's that?

Who are you?

What do you want?

Wylie?

Hey, listen,

how did you get in here anyway?

Come with me.

Wylie?

What's all this then?

What's all this then?

Shall I pack a bag?

Just put your pants on.

Why? Is it raining?

Wylie, who is she?

I haven't the foggiest.

Do you mean you don't even know her?

Do I even know you?

No.

No.

Then why are you doing like she says?

It's the way she says it.

Wylie?

Are you coming back?

I'll ask her.

No.

It's no.

Goodbye, poor dear.

. You!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

No cat fights.

You know how I feel.

Oh, wylie!

Wyhq!

What?

- I said, "after sex, all creatures are sad."

Should I ask where we're going?

I don't like talkative men.

What do your lovers call you?

My name is kassia Lancaster.

Kassia Lancaster.

Sounds like a cell door slamming shut.

I don't like alleys.

Look, I've got this hangup.

Take your clothes off.

Your boots too.

Oddly enough, I prefer to leave them on.

Ha.

All in my exact size too.

I have that kind of eye.

I bet you've had it on me for some time, kassia Lancaster.

Huh?

I never wear anything that doesn't show.

Wild, isn't it?

In good mirrors you can still see

that I was once disastrously beautiful.

Drop your pants.

You can put this around you.

I'll show you the shower.

Alone?

Sit down.

Are we alone?

Incurably.

Hey!

I thought you like the unexpected.

- I do, provided it lived up to my expectations.

What the?

Keep them closed.

I get it.

People are peeping at us

through little holes in the wall, right?

Ick!

Kassia?

Don't talk.

You'll break a lip.

You know what?

People are not peeping at us after all.

What there is, is a hidden camera.

We're filming a TV commercial.

- I'm beginning to see how you might very well

have been the prince of someone so "once upon a time."

- Now where did you pick up a foolsome phrase like that?

Your aunt uses it all the time.

Once a week she sits in this very chair.

I'm her girl, you see.

And the thing she talks about

more than anything in the world is you, wylie.

The prince of her soul.

She wants you back.

- You mean you're doing all this for my aunt?

I thought when she sees you

it might be nice you looked a teeny bit like

the prince she so fondly remembers.

Then this whole bizarre scene,

there's nothing erotic about it?

I wouldn't say that.

The main point of it is serious.

Deadly.

- And I thought I had fallen into something

all fruitcake and fetishes.

Your aunt is dying, wylie.

She damn near died today, in fact.

Right in this room.

That's why I had to come for you tonight.

We don't have much time.

Is it her heart?

Emphysema.

That's a respiratory disease, isn't it?

Mhmm.

Two-thirds of her lung tissue is gone.

God.

- She has to spend her days in a wheelchair

and her nights in an oxygen tent.

That's enough right there

to kill a person like aunt Danny.

No, it isn't.

Do you know what she plans

to do with her money when she dies?

' Charity?

Unless you go back to her

to stay.

In which case?

She'll leave her entire fortune to you.

She really ought to when you come right down to it.

I mean, your father should've left it to you

in the first place, shouldn't he?

Why?

I wasn't his mistress.

She wants you to have that money, wylie.

- Did she tell you all this when she hired you to find me?

Finding you was my idea.

The whole caper is my idea.

How did you find me, kassia?

I have friends in low places.

- I thought maybe you asked Luke, my kid brother.

You have a brother?

She never mentions Luke?

Never.

- What do you expect to get out of all this?

I expect half?

Of my rightful inheritance?

It's only fair.

Fair?

Granted you spent some time with us,

maybe a little bread.

But once I go home, your work is done.

I'm the one that has to live with her

for as long as she lives.

It won't be for long.

Who can say how long "long" is?

You can.

Once the new will is signed and sealed,

death can come in a matter of days,

hours,

minutes.

You say when.

I'll do it.

It's only fair.

But is murder necessary?

I mean, we have emphysema going for us.

- Nowadays you can't depend on natural causes.

- Kassia, you realize i have to go to the police.

And tell them what?

- That you intend to murder a rich old lady in a wheelchair.

In an oxygen tent.

Come here, kassia.

Or your could wait till I killed her.

Then go to the police.

That way you wouldn't have to share

your good fortune with me.

What is it?

Didn't you hear it?

What?

A cat.

Bellemonde doesn't keep a cat.

It crept in from the alley then.

I heard that noise in the shower.

- It must've been the brush dryer sputtering.

It was a cat.

Listen.

It's called ailurophobia.

The fear of cats.

Ailurophobia.

I was lying in my crib

on my back.

Just like this.

Only very small

and alone.

And I heard that noise.

In the throat.

The death rattle.

I knew it was the cat.

I knew the cat was in the room.

It isn't allowed up here in the play room.

Nanny's busy in the nursery

with the new brother.

The others are all downstairs.

Momma's room.

My daddy,

aunt Danny,