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I can't believe you're actually here.

I'm not. At midnight, poof, I'm going to disappear.

No way. This time you're back for keeps. You deserve me again, and I'm going to

toss you in the slammer. You can actually do that, can't you?

California best friends law. They passed it last year.

I wish you had been in Chicago these past few years.

I really could have used you, Cora.

That boyfriend from hell?

Yeah. God, I really hated hearing you talk about that relationship.

I felt so helpless.

Well, maybe we should thank him.

He's the reason I'm out here.

That, and you talking me into it.

Christine, um... Did he ever actually hurt you?

Yeah, he did.

He's 2 ,000 miles away, and I keep thinking that I see him everywhere.

Isn't that weird?

No.

I've been through it.

I've been stuck twice. You're kidding me. No, I'm not.

And for weeks I slept with the light on.

Yeah.

But I am living proof that you can live through this.

Oh, no, no. I got to work manana.

And I've got this.

I'll be right back. All right.

You are what I need right now, Corey.

The one I can really, really trust.

I'm so happy for you.

Let go of me. Sure I will.

Someday. Mark.

You thought I wouldn't follow you.

Don't. I love you.

You may be an ungrateful little slut, but you're my ungrateful little slut.

Get up!

Get up!

Wouldn't you just call her? No, I don't.

Is this the plug you were talking about? Don't, all right? It's a bad idea. No,

a bad idea is harassing my friend. A worse idea is tangling with me.

And I always heard California was such a liberal place. You want to guess again?

We have the strictest soccer laws in the country.

You want to see me prove it?

You didn't have to walk me home. I'm fine.

Yeah, well, I'm not. This is for my own peace of mind.

The fear of God is marked.

Yeah. Well, don't count on it. Assume the word.

Please.

I'm scared enough.

Are you?

I'm not going to live in fear.

No, you're not. You're going to turn your fear into anger, and you become the

aggressor. You know, there are actually classes you can take on dealing with

this.

Really? Yep. And you get so you almost hope the bastard shows up.

Do you own a gun?

No.

You might want to think about it.

There's no one here.

Look, you're going to be just fine.

Tell you what, why don't you give me 20 minutes to get home and then we can stay

up on the phone talking.

Okay.

Don't try to talk it down Why everyone

bags on my town

And that's me.

It was for me.

Take a look around.

Just another day in LA.

Anybody.

Be more than me.

Anybody.

BC is free.

Stop it.

What is down?

Just another day.

Yeah.

I don't believe my eyes. I know. Isn't it cool?

Hacking the lieutenant's computer?

No. Who's hacking? I'm just checking out his Intel Create and Share. Turns every

PC into a video phone.

Turns you into a shoe salesman if the PC catches you. Come on. Let's go.

All right.

You know, it was like no time had passed at all. It was like I'd seen her

yesterday. You guys talked every week, right?

Well, yeah, I mean, but still.

She finishes my sentences.

We order the same salads, the same entrees, the same wine.

God, if she were a man, I'd marry her.

Ooh.

Of course, I'd be Cory McQuarrie.

What? I'm kidding. I'm just kidding.

Her name is Christine McQuarrie? Yeah, why?

Because I think I saw her name this morning.

What?

Oh, my God.

No.

Oh, God.

Thanks for coming.

Is she okay?

She knew the victim since childhood.

And she was the last person to see her alive.

Hey! This is a murder scene.

Treat it like a surgical theater, not a damn bullring.

Your suspect is a stalker named Mark Lewis.

He's six foot even, white male, with light brown hair.

How do you know?

Christine moved here from Chicago to get away from him. Only it didn't work. He

showed up last night at dinner.

He even called her a slut.

You couldn't. Not for that.

Attachment to this case.

Well, I welcome your cooperation.

Great. But not officially.

You're a witness.

I'm a cop. A trained witness. A great witness.

Please, let me do my job.

No, ma 'am. And let me do mine.

Corey.

I'm really sorry about your friend.

Thanks. Give me some time off.

You know what I need is for you to talk to Homicide and get me attached to this

case. That's the last thing I'd do.

Hey, you owe me. I don't owe you this.

You said whenever, whatever.

I remember when I could take your word to the bank, DC.

Hey, Cruz.

Corey, hey.

Hey, do you know a Homicide suit named Jerry Beck?

Why don't you ask Chris?

She'd be the one who'd know.

She doesn't. I guess he's new.

Look, I need some information on him.

Leverage, anything I can use.

Is it someone we like?

Grow up, Bobby. He's the lead man on my friend's murder, and I don't want some

green newbie cutting his teeth on her case.

Okay.

Corey.

You can count on me.

Yeah, you and everyone else.

You know, the department really frowns on liquid lunches. I'm off duty.

It won't help your friend.

Oh, back off, Harper.

I let you burn some brain cells over your mother issues.

Yeah, and you also kept me on the beam until I stabilized. I just said I'd

return to fame. You know, I'm not going to stabilize, all right?

My best friend is dead, and it's all my fault.

Come on, hit me with your sugar coating.

Snow, be sure to have been drinking.

You should have busted that stalker right on the spot. In fact, you should

searched her apartment a little bit better. Maybe you should have even spent

night.

Now we're getting somewhere.

You are such a bitch.

I'm only saying what you're thinking.

Or do you want me to be like everybody else?

Oh, we're there for you, Corey.

Corey, we care.

Or do you want to know the truth and get some real help?

You know, I did a check on your detective friend, Beck.

And? And he doesn't exist.

You mean you couldn't find him?

Not in our department, and he's not on the roster.

Well, maybe he misspelled his name.

Oh, come on.

Beck?

Well, maybe he's really, really new.

Yeah, in which case, you don't want him handling this investigation, do you?

Ready or not, baby, here I come.

Jamie,

get out of here.

Why? So I won't notice that you stole an apartment property?

Borrowed. What are you doing with it?

I am meeting a woman.

Oh, no.

Not just any woman.

She lives up north.

Tell me you did not meet her in a chat room.

Singles borrowed the Millennium, baby.

You know, she's got one of those Intel video phones, and she's been asking me

get one, so...

We can put a visual component on our already rampant fantasies.

What's her name?

It's not importante, no scram. Russ, you hear all sorts of internet horror

stories. What, like adults seducing kids? Well, I'm no kid, okay?

What if she is?

What's her name?

Well, it's Cyber Vixen.

What?

Cyber Vixen, okay?

Cyber Vixen?

And what's your name?

You know, fine, forget it, okay? Just leave it alone. What is it? What is it?

Passion Master?

Passion Master?

Okay, I'll take the damn thing back.

You'll thank me someday, Passion Master.

Relax.

It's me, Beck.

Yeah, well, who exactly is me, Beck?

You're not in homicide.

I never said I was.

Look, pal, I am way too strong out for this tap dancing.

Can you read in this light?

FBI?

You're a fed?

What's the Bureau's interest in this murder?

I work with Vikep out of Quantico, Virginia.

Oh, my God, you're a profiler.

Are you saying that Christine was killed by a serial killer?

So Jennifer Cortland was victim number six?

Padre Island, Texas.

He always kills in beach towns, beach girls, blondes.

But Christine met him in Chicago.

But he killed her here.

Yeah, after I talked her into moving.

It wouldn't have mattered.

It'd be just like this guy to give us a pattern and then vary it.

I didn't think serial killers could do that.

You're talking about type one killers.

Mother dominated loners.

Vagabonds, animal abusers. That information isn't accurate.

It is for type one.

The type that Bureau loves to publicize.

Gacy, Dahmer.

What's the other type?

Type two.

Arrogant. Brilliant.

The Zodiac killer.

Hannibal Lecter. If he were real.

Men who kill for the sport, for the game.

This man, he considers himself an artist.

And your friend is his latest masterpiece.

He says the killer courts his victims first.

Courts them? Yeah, he seduces them and then punishes them for the crime of

loving them.

That's why I called her a slut.

Yeah.

So this Bat guy...

Is he good -looking?

Monica.

I'm just wondering, because you know I'm going to check him out. Don't you dare.

Look, he's finally agreed to attach me to this case.

Now, what conditions?

Silence.

The FBI has a bad rep for stealing cases from local agencies.

And you're buying this?

I mean, these guys have agendas behind agendas behind agendas. Do you have a

better theory?

He wants your body.

Oh, please.

Just because sex is all you think about.

Yeah, you're probably right. He hasn't noticed you. Oh, he's noticed.

And you've noticed him.

Well, yeah, I mean, he's very attractive.

I rest my case.

Hey, he can dream all he wants, as long as he keeps me in the loop.

That's funny. You're starting to sound like me.

That is frightening.

Hey, Luke, I'm just leaving.

No, you're not.

But I'm going to be late for patrol.

You stole my new Intel camera.

No, I was just familiarizing myself with new department hardware, you know. You

know, in Arab countries, if they catch a man stealing, they cut off his hand.

I catch you in my office again.

I'll cut off something far more painful.

Gotcha.

Right.

Way to go, passion master.

Thanks, jealous.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, well, when was your last date?

I'm married to my job, Granger.

Uh -huh.

Translation, no love life, no one in sight?

Yeah, no one in sight for you either since T .C. took back your little camera

thingy. That's what you think.

Did you get any sleep last night?

About as much as you.

Did you make any headway?

I have three witnesses confirming your description of Mark Lewis.

And some things you didn't see.

Such as?

Well, he tipped the hostess extra for a table where he could watch you, but you

couldn't see him.

My God, he was there the whole time.

Waiting for a moment alone with her. Which I politely gave him. But stop

Stop what? Lewis killed her. You didn't.

Yeah, well, it feels like I did.

Look, I spent half my career learning how to disengage.

Quit kicking myself for not catching these guys faster.

Now we're going to have to teach me how.

Just so you know, I put in for some time off so I could be available to you full

time. Well, my day just got better.

Hey there.

Monica Harper, and you would be?

Monica. I'm Jerry.

Oh.

I've got to go online.

And put this new information.

I'll find you later?

Yeah.

Well, looks like you've made progress.

Stop.

I just thought, you know, that you'd want to know a little bit more about

guy. Harper, I told you not to check him out.

Well, you're not thinking straight, and so I called Agent Mike Faraday and

tracked him down in Washington.

God, can't I trust anyone around here?

Well, I trust Faraday.

He says that Beck is the FBI's major weapon against serial killers.

Yeah?

But... But?

Well, he calls Beck a freak.

A freak?

Yeah. Obsessed, unbalanced.

He said anyone who can crack three of the four toughest cases in the history

the Bureau has to be a little bit over the edge.

Thanks for the warning. Now get lost.

Get lost?

You mean me now more than ever.

Why? Because Beck is next running on your ladder and you can't wait to climb

over him?

Whatever else I might be, I am a dedicated cop.

And I would never leave one of my fellow officers twisting in the wind, which is

exactly what you are, Sergeant.

Give me one reason why I should believe you.

I can't.

That's why it's called trust.

Cybervictim.

This is your...

Passion Master.

Passion Master.

Is it really you?

In the virtual flex.

Is that you? I can barely see you.

Do you like what you see?

I love what I see. I just wish I could see more.

All in good time, my Passion Master.

All in good time.

Harper.

Look, I want to apologize.

For what?

Well, for busting your chops and accusing you of career climbing.

That's what everyone thinks.

Well, not me. Not anymore.

You mean you... You trust me now?

Well, you're the only one I can trust.

TC's my boss. Chris is married to him.

Bobby and I, well, we have other problems.

So you're stuck with me.

Look, that's not what I meant.

What did you mean?

Um, Harper, I was hoping that you could check into one more detail on Agent

Beck. What's that?

His marital status.

My parents kept forcing me to go to church when all I wanted to do was burn

my high school.

You poor baby.

Yeah, it messed me up.

And I have a hard time trusting people, lovers specifically.

Do you trust me?

Um, you know, the funny thing is I do.

Maybe it's the distance, the safety factor.

My roommate thinks I'm nuts.

What do you think?

I think that I wish I could be more of you.

Not my face.

But I might be willing to show you something that you would like even

What?

You stole it again?

I didn't.

There it is.

I bought it.

$149. Even less for the rebate.

So some bimbo could drip for you? She's not a bimbo, okay?

She's a schoolteacher. Let me guess. She teaches disabled children?

Blind children.

Oh, please.

How much did she charge you for her little peep show?

What does it matter? It's none of your business.

That's what my friend Ruth said before she met her internet boyfriend for

coffee. He tried to rape her.

Yeah, well, I'm not raping anybody.

You're meeting her?

Yeah, she's flying down. I'm to school on Friday.

Are you nuts? You don't know the first thing about this person.

I know that she was an orphan, and I know that we both love the same band.

And she teaches blind children, and she strips online.

Yeah.

How come you've never seen her face?

She's so beautiful that everybody always hits on her.

Probably because she's a man.

What?

That's got to be what she's hiding.

Get out of here.

Go ahead and meet her. She is going to have one big surprise for you, pal.

Yeah, well, I'm going to have a bigger surprise for him.

What the hell am I talking about? She's not a man. She might very well be the

next Mrs. Russ Granger.

Oh, I give up.

But you are not bringing her back here.

Least you can do is go and get a hotel like every normal low -life internet

pervert gum would do.

Jerry? I found his apartment.

Mark Lewis's?

There's something here you have to say.

Tell me where to go.

Hey.

Don't touch anything.

All right, full court press.

Photos first, then we go fibers and prints, then we go electronics.

How strong is your stomach?

Strong enough. Why?

Christine, why?

Trophies.

Oh, my God.

She was wearing that the night she was killed.

Who was it?

That's me.

She's been around me.

Yeah, thanks.

Bad news.

My life can't get any worse.

Agent Beck is married.

He's married?

For the last ten years.

You and he didn't... Hello, ladies.

Not now, Bobby.

Monica, would you mind excusing us a moment, please?

Sure.

Corey, look, I just thought you should know that this FBI guy you're seeing

is... Married.

You know? Who doesn't?

Anybody? Hey, Jerry Beck is married.

Who told you?

I just heard a rumor.

Which means you're covering for people who talk behind my back.

People who don't have the guts to confront me.

Corey, you're obviously upset.

Upset?

Upset?

I want to thank you for last night.

Huh? For the advice. You know, it made a lot of sense.

Well, online romance is a recipe for disaster.

I'm proud of you for breaking it off.

You said anything about breaking it off.

I just reserved a very nice hotel room over at Lowe's, and we couldn't wait

Friday, so Mrs.

Russell Granger is flying down tonight.

Well, good luck.

I appreciate you not bringing her by the house.

Why are you bringing her by the house?

The hotel room's not for me. It's for you.

Not hard enough.

You've got to be careful, Corey. You don't want to burn any bridges.

Bridges to nowhere?

What's the difference?

Hey! Hey, what? That's Mark Lewis.

One TV4 in pursuit of a murder suspect on boardwalk in jail requesting full

backup.

Yeah, but that's what she said.

Sergeant, no.

This is brutality.

Yeah?

Brutality is what you do for fun.

You know what? I think I got something here.

This is fun.

You have the right to remain silent.

Sergeant, how is this man injured?

Before he took off running, he fought. He resisted arrest.

Is that true, officer?

Exactly. We caught him at the weight pit. He was throwing barbells and

If you're innocent, why did you run?

After what you did to me, you ask why?

I should have killed you right there on the sidewalk and made this world a

better place.

I did not kill Christine.

I loved her.

Don't you say that!

Would I have followed her 2 ,000 miles if I didn't? Why not? You spent this

whole time setting her up.

Look, I'm a registered sex offender in Illinois.

That's why I ran from you.

But I'm recovering.

Christine was my first shot at a decent adult relationship.

I couldn't just let her walk away.

You okay?

Great.

What's the federal warrant for your arrest?

Federal? There'll be a question tomorrow at FBI headquarters, Quantico,

Virginia. What?

FBI?

Virginia. I want a lawyer.

You're going to need one.

Brilliant work.

Dumb luck.

I'm sorry I have to take them away from you.

No problem. But I won't leave town until we celebrate. What kind of champagne do

you like?

Cristal? Dom?

Drink it with your wife.

Thick shoe, brown hair, 180 pounds, about 30.

Brown eyes.

Damn, I'll have to think. Let me get back to you.

What the hell is going on with Corey?

We have no class, Corey.

What I do have is loyalty.

Well, you could have fooled her.

Look. I know she's been deep with this FBI superstar, and I heard she

the suspect today. Yeah, well, that's not what my report was like. Monica,

been where she is. I wrote the book on getting emotionally hooked on my cases,

but she's shutting me out.

What are you two up to?

Can I trust you?

Cross my heart.

I have a victim.

Passion master.

I have three questions.

Are you 21?

22, actually.

Are you a psycho?

I don't think so.

Are you a man?

Thank you, God.

Like I said on the phone, 6 '2", 180, maybe 181 if you add back all the

Fingers? Why, he's the John Doe.

Whoever killed him cut off all his fingers and pulled out all of his teeth.

No fingerprints, no dental ID.

Let's see his face.

It isn't pretty, lady.

His face, they skinned it.

And his eyes, they're gone.

Let's see it.

They're brown.

His eyes were brown.

How do you know?

Place a call. Agent in charge, Michael Faraday, FBI, Los Angeles.

Tell him we have the body of Special Agent Jerry Beck.

Jerry Beck?

Well, then who's out there working the case with Corey?

Give me ten seconds.

Go.

Marilyn and I have been separated for two years. The marriage was over long

before that. She has a new lover and is planning to remarry. We just haven't

filed the divorce yet.

Why not?

She needs the health benefits.

The moment we split, she loses her coverage.

Tell you what, won't you give me a minute?

Well, take two.

Granger, I'm back. I was thinking this is ridiculous.

This is my home.

Are you okay?

I'm wonderful.

It went that well, huh? The best night of my life.

And there's nothing you can say to ruin it for me.

I see.

Where's Mrs. Granger?

Her name's Kathleen, and she had to take that dash to catch the plane home.

Uh,

yeah, she had to get back to the little blind kids, right? Exactly.

She'll be back tomorrow night for the whole long, delicious, wonderful

By the way, she's no man.

Congratulations. Yeah.

Hey, Jay, you'd be my best man.

We've been trying our house.

No answer. No machine either. That alone doesn't mean anything. Add this to it,

that FBI agent Beck never gave me a good feeling. This morning in interrogation,

his eyes were as blue as that ocean out there.

So? They're supposed to be brown.

So she calls the morgue and there's a John Doe matching Beck's description,

he's been disfigured to prevent identification.

He killed his profiler and switched identities? How is that possible?

This is the real agent Beck.

This is a former bureau employee who was released on disability in 1995.

He's got Corey.

You guys cover her place. We'll take care of it.

It hurts, right?

Call

me

names. Oh, baby.

Call me dirty names.

Call me a slut.

What's wrong?

That's part of the turn on, isn't it?

Corey, don't.

Don't what?

Don't give me what you want?

Or do you only get off if I resist and tremble in fear?

What are you saying?

You know exactly what I'm saying.

You didn't make any big mistakes?

No.

Only the little ones mounted up.

You said the killer only went for blondes.

But then you had pictures making me their next target.

Like I said, the man buried this pattern.

He does?

Or you do?

This is 1 -PP -5 requested backup at 242 Ocean View.

And Lewis' apartment.

Oh, that was good.

It was just too fast, that's all.

Too fast?

Sure. This brilliant psychopath is dumb enough to leave a ritual shrine to a

local victim?

Knowing that his legendary profiler is right on his tail?

Maybe you should have joined the Bureau.

Of course, only the real killer would have had access to the trophies that you

showed me.

Since you're the first one on the scene.

Mr. Brown Eyes.

Why don't you pull your gun and arrest me, Sergeant?

Well, you've already taken care of that, haven't you?

I think I'll take yours.

Maybe I will join the Bureau.

Now turn around and spread them.

With everything you know about me, you should know the one thing that never

varies.

You've always been a blade man.

You slut.

Thank you.

Now it's self -defense.

Nice shot, Harper.

Tell Mrs. Granger we're late for roll call.

She's gone.

What? Maybe she's already at the blind school.

There is no blind school.

I looked it up. It's bogus.

So, send her some email.

I tried. It came back to dress the unknown.

There is no more cyber vixen.

Jamie, I've been raped.

You seduced and abandoned and told me you warned me.

I'm sorry, Russ.

No, I'm sorry.

This whole time I've been doing to girls what all guys do.

Make them fall for you and leave while they're in the shower.

Hurts, doesn't it? Yeah.

Well, did you have a nice time last night?

Greatest.

Well then, you'll always have been Monica.

So when did you know?

I didn't really.

It's on your hands.

But it's risky.

Revenge.

Like you, it's all out here, too.

Saved my job.

Saved my life.

Somewhere we crossed the line, Corey, and you decided to trust me over cops

served with for years.

I know.

And I'm not sure when I did it or why, but...

I'm not even sure I like it.

Me neither.

But for now, it's all we got.

So until you say otherwise, I'll be watching your back.

Will you be watching mine?

Every time.

Take a look around.

Just another day in L .A.

She's more than me.

Anybody thinks he is free.

Someday.

One ill and down is just another thing.