Under Suspicion

Hurricane LUCY ripped across Puerto Rico last October 12th,

causing even greater devastation than Hurricane GEORGE 2 years ago.

This time the damage was considerable.

This time the damage was estimated at 1.8 billion dollars.

This time the...

This time the damage...

This time the damage was estimated...

Ah, Jesus!

Chantal?

Chantal?

Chantal?

Shouldn't you get that?

Hello? - Henry? Victor Benezet here.

How are you? - Quite well, under the circumstances.

That's good. Henry, I'm sorry to call you like this, but I need you to come in.

It's the Charity Ball tonight. - It's just a few questions, Henry.

I know you were distressed yesterday, but we do need a proper report.

I'm giving the toast tonight. - And I'm looking forward to it, old boy.

Can we do it tomorrow? It's a fundraiser. - Only 10 minutes. See you at the station.

But...

Ah.

Arias? - Yes?

Hey, how are you doing?

Tell me your speech will be short. Dinner will be served after it only.

Well, if you're hungry, write a check because I can go on all night.

Don't bait Henry. He'll starve us. He loves being the center of attention.

Hey. Excuse us, will you? - Yes, go ahead, don't worry.

Shit!

Get out of the way.

I have a position for a good handyman. In case you ever tire

of these long policeman's hours.

Ah, nothing works around here.

I do appreciate your coming in on such short notice, Henry.

You look marvelous. Just Grand.

You get younger every day. - Thank you, Victor.

You met Detective Owens. - Yesterday at the house, yes.

Happy San Sebastian to you. Same to you, Mr. Hearst.

I'll burn us some coffee.

Nonfat milk if you have it...

I don't think he heard me, actually. He reminds me a lot of you.

Only listens when it suits him. - Oh! That's unfair, Henry.

Not only am I a good listener, but I keep it all in here.

Perhaps under the circumstances, I should be calling you "Captain".

Oh no, no need for that formality. Sorry, I know you're due across the street.

I just need to clarify some of the details from your report.

Your Superintendent is one of the Charity's biggest supporters.

I know! So if you'll help us put an end to some of these nagging questions, why,

we'll have you on your way. - I thought you'd be at the party already.

You do know how to have fun, don't you? - Ah, tuxedo's all ready to go.

I must say, Henry, you seem in high spirits,

what with all this on your doorstep. - How should I behave?

How's Chantal? - Waiting.

A noble quality in that young woman.

Something mine didn't seem to want to do.

I was sad to hear that. We always thought you made a charming couple.

Charming perhaps, but dull apparently.

You see the children much? - Both of my daughters are living

with their mother, back in New York City. - It must be hard

during the holidays and all.

We should get on with it, Henry.

No milk? - I'm sorry.

No thanks. - Well, you're into charity.

Why not fundraising a cappuccino machine? So all the low-lifes come through here

can enjoy a solid cup of coffee. - I was just going to ask Mr. Hearst

about the dog. - Oh yeah, right. The mystery dog.

Actually we should name it "ghost dog". - Could we start again?

I come in here like you ask, and Mr. Congeniality here

is taking a hostile manner with me.

It's this case, Henry. It has everyone on edge.

But it's just this...

business is strange going by what's in the record.

But, let's see. Here, January 6th,

yesterday afternoon. You say you were out

jogging with a dog? - Yes. Man's best friend.

Ah. Belonging to a neighbour of yours named Ricardi? Did you ever own one?

When I was a boy, family had Great Danes.

But, you don't own one now? - Chantal prefers cats.

So do you, do you have a cat?

Too unsanitary. Chantal would want a cat but only if it could be sanitized.

What do you mean? Cats are always lickin' themselves. I dumped a girlfriend

once because of her damn cat! That thing had me up all night slurpin' away.

A dog is a lot more sanitary, but at least when they're sleeping, they sleep.

Thank you for that, Detective. - Anyway, the messiest is the canary.

She refused that, too.

But for once I stuck to my guns, I can be quite firm if I need to be.

What was his name again? - Tango.

Tango. Do you write that just like Tango?

How else would you write it, like Waltz or Fox Trot?

When you were questioned,

you said, I discovered the girl.

What we're not clear about here is what the dog was doing.

So? - Logically you could expect

that the dog would've found the girl. - Well, I suppose it did.

But you say, you say you found her.

Well, me, the dog. We were together. We found the body.

What difference does it make, I called the police.

Unless perhaps you think that the dog called and disguised its voice.

Mr. Hearst, two young girls have been found strangled

within the past 16 days.

It is my job to find the murderer.

You were a principle witness at the crime scene and I have to make sure

that the facts of your statements agree with the other facts of the case.

Mr. Hearst appears less distressed today. - I'm a guest here. I'll be treated

with respect, Sergeant Oapy. - Owens. That's Detective Owens.

Please, please, please? - O-W-E...

Let's all, let's all relax.

Everyone has somewhere else they'd like to be.

Now, Henry, if you don't mind, please!

Tell us one more time how you came upon the girl.

I jogged up the Ricardi's like I always do. I grabbed the dog.

Better run him a little faster, Henry! He's getting a belly as round as yours!

Fuckin' old greezer! Come on, boy, let's go!

The dog... He was definitely with you?

What dialect do you need this in? Yes, the dog was with me.

The dog was with me! Got it?

You're saying, Tango. He was there. - Oh, good, you're catching on.

Tango's all right. Keeps me company on my runs.

We take the path by my house like always.

Suddenly Tango wasn't there. Tango, come on, boy! Hey!

I called to him, but, he wouldn't come. I could hear him,

he as growling, barking, acting peculiar.

That's when I turned back. I kept calling him. Tango!

Tango, come on boy. The dog wouldn't come...

You couldn't see the girl at this point? - Obviously not from the path.

But I could see Tango in there, moving around.

So you ventured off into the grove?

That's when I saw her.

At first thought she was asleep.

She was almost... I wanna say...

angelic...

the way she just lay there. Her eyes...

they were dark brown.

They were still open. - Sue Ellen Huddy.

She was 3 days shy of her 13th birthday. How did you discern she was dead?

I touched her. I mean I put my head...

on her chest.

There was no heartbeat...

And that was that. - The dog found the body?

That's correct. - Mr. Ricardi states firmly

that you did not run the dog yesterday. He admits that on most days you do,

but not yesterday. - Well, he just doesn't remember right.

That may be, but in that case, your neighbor Ms. Lazo doesn't remember either.

And Mr. Irwin also suffers memory loss, you are the only one

who remembers correctly, who am I to believe?

Them, naturally. - Come on, you're taking this personally!

I'm just trying to find the truth. - You know, you enjoy hounding me.

How is that, Henry? - You forget, I know all your tricks.

A murder by some thug, that's average. But a pillar of the legal community,

it's more than just a witness, ah, then it's banner headlines, television.

I'm helping your push to become our next Police Superintendent, right? Confess.

See... I got ya.

Let's say you're right. Everything you say.

I bagged a prominent attorney. Hang his pelt on the trophy wall

of my new luxurious offices.

What about your neighbors, then? Are they all out to get you, too?

How would I know? - Why would they be?

Maybe because I'm very rich. Because I have a big house

and a glamorous wife. I have these things.

Maybe I don't deserve them. My looks are entirely ordinary and I'm no genius.

Mediocre people tolerate success that come to someone exceptional

like a movie star or an athlete. But when it comes to one of their own,

ah, then it strikes them as being an injustice.

Wouldn't you agree?

I think we're getting little far a field.

Interesting thing is, there were no dog prints found at the murder scene.

And we know that without the dog, you never would've seen the body.

In other words, your ghost dog story reeks!

There were dead leaves everywhere. How do you make dog prints in dead leaves?

I don't know. Tell me. You're a tax attorney,

good at making up fantasies. That's what they pay you for, right?

The dog was there! Geez.

Hold it. Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Yesterday, damn!

They're all correct about Tango.

I didn't pick him up at Ricardi's, I met him out on the path.

Geez, you really had me goin' there for a second.

Good, he's good.

He gets out sometimes, and he runs around the gardens.

Half the time Ricardi doesn't even know he's missing until I bring him back.

But I remember now that I called him.

Come on. Come on, boy. Come on.

He just went off with you. - Yeah, Tango's my buddy.

Aren't ya, boy? Go on, run! - Perhaps you can understand, Henry,

how our ears prick up every time your story changes.

Yes, and I certainly hope this one works, because I'm banking on this lame dog story

to get me off the hook. - Crap!

Owens! You're outta line!

Good boy. Speaking of dogs, you keep yours on a leash,

you don't need a lawsuit. Listen to me, this is getting ridiculous, Victor.

You told me 10 minutes! Now look at this! - I'm afraid it's gonna take longer.

Civic duty and being a good citizen is just a myth! I don't remember...

You don't seem to remember very much. - Who said the police insures public safety

everywhere except inside a police station? - You called before anyone knew.

Sue Ellen was missing. - Well does that make me the murderer?

It says right here, "I ran home and called the police." My God, Henry!

There must've been phones closer! - I wasn't thinking, I just ran home.

Yes, thinking, "I better wash up first." - I don't like your tone!

And frankly, I'm beginning to find yours more and more interesting.

What are you recording? - Do you see why you're still here?

Maybe you should call a lawyer down here. - I am a fuckin' lawyer!