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, okay? The whole thing was staged.

So you were framed, 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 other guys.

Have you talked to the others yet?

We're doing our jobs.

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

You'll 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 taken the kids skiing.

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

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

So the phone woke you around what time this morning?

I don't know. 9:00, 9:30?

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.

But 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...

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

Oh, fuck.

Have you called the others?

Chris and Marty are on their way.

I still haven't reached Philip.

Okay. Well, keep calling. We need everybody here.

Do you know who she is?

Vincent. Do you know who's lying there?

What?

No. Of course not.

Well, how the fuck did they get in?

What, was it a window, a door?

Windows are sealed, the door was locked,

and 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... Someone got in

with one of our keys.

Do you know the loft building

at the corner of 2nd 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 missus 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 will be a lot of people in 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, no, he's not a guy

who cheats on his wife, either.

We've got a serious fuckin' problem, Chris.

Oh, shit...

Philip.

Philip?

What? You think your brother has something to do with this?

No.

We gotta call the cops.

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

There's a dead woman here, Vincent.

Why do we think Philip is involved?

Look, Chris. You know what he's capable of.

Yeah, I know.

Maybe we can help him, okay?

If we can just figure out what the fuck happened and...

And then what? We're 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.

No. Wait, what are you doing?

I want to see her.

Put her back.

Oh, God damn it. 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 will figure a way out.

We're in this together, we'll get out of it together. Okay?

'Cause we're friends.

Agreed?

Agreed?

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

Congratulations, Vin. Thanks.

This one's really spectacular. Very special. I appreciate that.

Ally, it's 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.

Great! You made it. Hi. Hi.

Hi, Barbara. How are you?

Want to buy yourselves a little condo?

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

Right, you and your puny psychiatrist's salary.

You guys grab a drink. And we'll catch up with you later. All right?

All right. Congrats, bud.

Thanks, man.

One hour tops, and then we're out of here.

Oh, come on, hon. We just got here.

Check out all these babes. So hot!

It's like they're in violation of the fuckin' fire code!

Marty, calm down. I see them.

I can also see Mimi, your wife.

Okay, save me, help me, protect me.

What's up, Tubs? Having too much fun?

No. Just checkin' out the hipster crowd with my pal Luke.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, if you embarrass me, I'll leave you here all by yourself.

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

Hi, Luke. Where's Ellie?

Oh, she was just feeling dizzy.

Ducked out to check her blood sugar.

Hi, Elle. Do you feel okay?

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 that was me.

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

How many times have I asked? Honey?

Lots. 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. You knew my sister.

She was a patient of yours actually. Sophie?

Sophie Morris?

Oh.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

Some people are just born unhappy.

I'm sorry. Are you buying an apartment?

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

Ah.

Are you?

No, I'm here with Joel Kotkin. The city councilman.

I work for him as sort of a personal assistant.

Oh.

- I'm Anne. - Anne Morris.

Very nice to meet you, Anne.

And listen, about your sister...

It's okay.

You couldn't have saved her. Her mood disorder kind of runs in the family.

Unfortunately, so...

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

Me?

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

I do that all the time.

Everything's all right! Come on, keep partying!

What are you doing?

Phil, I should've guessed.

Hey, Vince, what's up? Hey. How are ya? Thanks for comin'.

I'm sorry about this. She slipped, man.

No worries. As long as you're okay. You all right?

I'm fine. She's fine. Come on.

Let me introduce you to a colleague

who works with me at the office.

And this one works with me down at the office.

Or is it the other way around?