The Loft

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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, f***!

What the hell happened?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

You just...

I walked in,

she was lying there and...

Oh, f***.

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 f***

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

f***in' problem, Chris.

Oh, sh*t...

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 f*** happened and...

And then what? We're gonna

dump the body somewhere?

Look, I don't f***ing know, but

I'm not taking the fall for this!

Marty.

Son of a b*tch...

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 f***in' 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

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