Death Spa

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- 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...

[TV] 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?

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