Mortal Thoughts

Synopsis: The hairdresser, wife and mother Cynthia Kellogg is in police department being interrogated by the experienced detective John Woods and his partner, Detective Linda Nealon. Through flashbacks, she reveals how her best friend and colleague Joyce Urbanski married the scum and nasty James Urbanski; how hard Joyce's life with James was; and why Joyce became a criminal. The smart detective finds some contradictions in her statement and presses Cynthia, trying to disclose the truth of two murders.
Genre: Mystery, Thriller
Director(s): Alan Rudolph
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
  1 win & 1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
102 min

Why don't you take my seat,|Mrs. Kellogg.

- Right here?|- Yes.

If it's too cold for you,|we'll close the window.

No, it's all right. I'm fine.|Thank you.


Let's get started.

We're speaking with Cynthia Kellogg|who has come forward voluntarily...

to give information in the case|regarding James Urbanski.

In attendance|are Detective John Woods...

and myself,|Detective Linda Nealon.

Mrs. Kellogg, as procedure,|I have to inform you of your rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right,|anything you say...

can be held against you|in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

I don't need an attorney.

I didn't do anything|that I should need one.

This is your right.

lf, during the questioning, you wish|to have an attorney present, you may.

I'm just anxious to get on with this.

Do you understand|everything I've said?

Yes, I do.

When was the first time you noticed|problems in the Urbanski marriage?

That I can remember....

The wedding.

That's it, fellas.

How you doing?

How are you?

How you doing? How are you?|Good to see you.

Congratulations, Dominic.

Hey, how are you?

Harry, you look great.|Hey, what do you got?

We can use a couple|more drinks here, Bob.

I was more nervous|than I thought I'd be.

I forgot to do my left hand.

You have gloves on.|Nobody'll notice.

I messed up those words|during the ceremony.

Everyone messes up. Remember mine?|I forgot everything.

Your wedding was great.|Except your husband is...

I don't know. What groom|sells tools at his own wedding?

I know. Let me go get my comb.

Move quickly.|The condo is the future.

If you wanna go co-op,|I can help you with that too.

I couldn't tell the difference.

A condo, you own outright.|A co-op, you own stock in it.

All the units together.|It's not that complicated.

What? One minute, excuse me.

I need the purse.

Do you have to talk business?|This is a wedding.

Cynthia, that's the best time.

Social occasions.|How do you think people get rich?

Rich? That's Joyce's cousin, Bobby.|He doesn't even have a job.

Dominic, the purse.

Thanks, hon.

I'm gonna check with the photographer.

Let's have a group shot|of just the bridesmaids.

Just bridesmaids, please.


Come here.

Come here.


- The purse?|- I gave it to my dad.

Since when do you trust your father?

He paid for the wedding. If he wants|to collect the envelopes, let him.

- Get the purse.|- No!

Go get it!

My sister paid for this dress.

- Come on, it's family now.|- It's none of your business.

- There's no need...|- Get out of here.

Who invited you anyway?

I'm telling you nicely,|go get the purse.

He embarrassed you.|He embarrassed me.

Jim, you got your whole life to fight.|Let's go get a drink.

Go get me a V.O. and soda.

- Daddy?|- Hi, hon.

- What?|- Give me the purse.

I'll take care of it.|You're beautiful.

- Give it to me.|- I got it.

- He's gonna break my neck.|- He'll break your neck?

Just relax, Daddy. Come on.

You look beautiful anyway.

Cut. Cut. Cut.

There's the f***ing purse.|You happy now?

It doesn't make any difference...

since we won't know|what was in there.

- What are you talking about?|- You're father's been drinking.

Big deal. He's nervous.

Keep your voice down.|You wanna make a scene?

You're making a scene|in front of all these people.

Dancing for the first time|as husband and wife...

Mr. James Urbanski|and his lovely bride, Joyce.

Oh, great.|Everybody's staring at us.


Have a lot of dough.


- I don't hear you.|- I said, I'm sorry.

Come here.|I'll bite your hand.

- Aren't they a lovely couple?|- You're an ass.

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