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Smart, good -looking, funny. You'll love him. And how do you know him? From the

Navy, Bill Johnson. I told you about him. Oh, right.

You got to grab him, Corey. He's not going to stay on the shelf that long.

Where would you like it set up, sir? It's okay.

You can leave it right here.

Here you go.

Oh, thank you, sir.

If this Bill Johnson's such a catch, then why don't you go out with him?

He's like my brother.

So what do you say?

I don't think so.

Thanks anyway.

I'd hate to be a nooch, Corey, but shouldn't you get back into circulation?

No. Come on, it's been two months since everything with Steven.

I can't, Chris. I'm just not ready.

Calm down. We just want to talk.

I told you.

Get him. Close the window.

Why not?

I just feel so vulnerable right now. I don't think I could take getting hurt.

I understand.

What the hell is that?

Bob the human spider?

Better check it out.

Look at this guy.

He's still alive.

This is 1PB5 requesting paramedics at the Double Three Hotel pool area.

See more than me.

Anybody who thinks he is free.

Stop it.

What is it down?

Just another day.

We couldn't really see them from the bike path, and by the time we got to

Cooper's room, they were gone.

Any of the hotel employees say anything?

No, the shift was just changing. We drew a blank with the locals, too.

How about this Cooper?

What's his story?

We don't know. We found him unconscious, and he stayed that way the entire trip

to St. John's.

Well, then get over there and see if he's come, too.

Yes, sir, Sergeant Calloway.

You're going to need to find the guy first.

We just got a call from St. John's.

Cooper walked.

He was released?

No, they wanted to keep him for observation.

But he got dressed and split.

We'll catch up with him back at the Devil Tree. He's bound to go back there.

Fine. Go.

What's the matter, TC?

Tony picked a lousy week to go on vacation.

Mr. Cooper!

Cooper.

You're talking to me?

Yeah, we were the officers that found you last night. How are you feeling?

Terrible. Doctors say I got focal retrograde amnesia. I can't remember

Who I am, where I live.

So how did you know to come back to the hotel?

I found this in my pocket.

Officer McNamara, why don't you take Mr. Cooper up to his room? Maybe he can

shake things loose.

How about I check the front desk?

All right.

I think we ran a missing person search on you.

Checked NCIC.

Nothing.

What about running my fingerprint?

Already in the works.

Uh, I believe this is 244 here.

Listen, Mr. Cooper, it might be safer for you to check into another hotel or

maybe even register under a different name. I can't leave the Doubletree. The

key to get my memory back might be right here.

Hmm.

Any of this look familiar?

Like I've never been here before.

Let's try the bedroom.

Sure.

Guess I'm not much of a housekeeper.

Why don't you check your clothes?

Right.

At least I have good taste.

How about the closet?

Guess I'm traveling light.

All right.

Mr. Cooper, why did you walk out of the hospital this morning?

I just have this feeling that I'm not safe, that someone's out to get me.

Two guys with guns, to be exact.

I know something terrible is about to happen.

I know I gotta stop something. I just don't know what it is. Look, Mr. Cooper.

Would you mind calling me Alec?

Why? I don't know. It seems weird, you calling me Mr. Cooper.

How do you even know that's your name?

That's what they were calling me at the hospital.

Plus, I had this.

Well, robbery certainly wasn't the motive.

Officer McNamara, you don't know me, do you? No, why do you ask?

I feel like I know you.

Like we have this bond somehow that I can trust you.

As far as I know, I've never seen you before you fell off that ledge last

What is it? I keep flashing on this clown face.

And of course you have no idea what this is all about.

None whatsoever.

Corey, it's me. You in there?

Yeah. Hang on.

How's it going on you?

Not so hot. Got the blank slate.

Mr. Cooper, would you give us a minute, please?

Sure thing.

Whew. This guy's in a deep hole, Chris.

Amnesia? Right. Come on, that only happens in the movies.

Well, that seems pretty real life to me.

Yeah, well, check this out. This room was paid for a week in advance in cash.

Yeah, he's got a bundle of cash in his wallet, too, but no plastic.

Also, he ordered room service last night, apparently with some bombshell.

you find the waiter? No, his shift doesn't start for 40 minutes. Look, I'm

to go down to the firehouse and run some personals on Cooper, okay?

I'll check out this waiter when he shows.

What's his name?

Zepeda. Zepeda.

And Corey, stay objective about this, okay?

Of course.

Your partner acts like I'm some axe murderer.

Am I?

We don't know who you are any more than you do.

Listen, I want you to sit tight here. I'm going to be gone for a few minutes.

Where are you going? I'm going to check out the room service waiter.

Let me go with you.

I'm sorry. It's against department policy.

But he might say the one thing that brings everything into focus.

Please, give me that chance.

Then I started walking back over here, and I heard voices about me.

Have you ever seen the woman before?

No. What about the two guys that walked past?

No. Were they the same guys that were chasing me?

I don't know. I couldn't see good from where I was standing.

If you think of anything else, just give me a buzz.

So you don't remember nothing from last night?

That redhead or them guys or nothing?

No, nothing.

Man, I envy you. There's so much I will pay to forget.

Hey, that redhead, when she walked by you, did you see which way she went? I

don't... Matter of fact, she went into the parking lot.

Did you get into a car?

Yeah. A big old expensive Beamer. Had the word May on the plate, too. You

remembered the license plate? No, not really. I just remember M -A -Y because

that's my girlfriend's name.

All right. Thank you, Mr. Spitter. You've been a big help. Hey, you won't

mention this to my wife, will you?

Any feeling on who that redhead might be?

My wife?

Except for not wearing a wedding band.

True.

And if my wife or girlfriend, why didn't she come looking for me?

Is there any chance that she's a call girl?

What do you think?

I don't know. Luxurious redhead, midnight champagne.

Could be.

You think I'm the kind of guy that would pay for companionship?

We do have to look at all the angles.

And I appreciate that, Officer McNamara. You know, that's something else. I

can't keep calling you Officer McNamara. It seems ridiculous somehow.

My name's Corey.

You're good at your job, Corey.

You're not bad at my job, either.

What does that mean?

Pretty good at asking questions.

Think you may be a cop?

I wasn't carrying a badge.

Maybe you're undercover.

What would I do without you?

This is my job.

My life.

And right now, I'd be lost without you.

It's getting late, and I've got paperwork to fill out.

Come on, I'll walk you back.

I had some things to do after work.

What's for dinner?

Pasta with whatever's lying around the house.

My favorite.

Why are you staring at me like that? I was just thinking about... I hear

tomorrow. The letter comes tomorrow.

So that's pretty exciting.

I won't get in.

Sure you won't.

Honey, there are only two schools that offer the degree that I need.

I didn't get into the one in San Francisco. I'm not going to get into the

Georgia. But what do you do if you do get in?

You know I don't want to make that decision unless I have to.

I'm going to go take a quick shower.

Get anything from that waiter?

Partial plate on the redhead.

That's good.

Why do you look so sour?

I just feel so badly for this Cooper guy.

Good thing he got those days off coming.

Come on, Chris, imagine what it must be like. I mean, not knowing who you are,

whether you're a good guy or a bad guy.

Oh, yeah?

Well, listen to this about Mr. Alexander N. Cooper.

His driver's license is phony, so is his social security number, and the real

Alexander N. Cooper died two years ago at the ripe old age of 94.

You're playing games with me.

I don't know. Am I?

Your driver's license is bogus. So is that social security number.

And the real Alec Cooper was a beer distributor who died at the age of 94.

And you're wondering, am I a criminal?

Are you?

Don't give up on me, Corey, please.

It's not a question of whether I'm giving up on you. I'm a cop trying to

the truth, Mr. Cooper. Mr. Cooper.

And I'm going to keep on trying, despite this smoke screen you're putting up.

Don't you think I would help you if I could?

I don't know. Would you? Yes!

I am desperate to know who I am. And if you don't believe me, go back to the

station. I'll figure this out on my own.

Look, it's not that I don't believe you.

You're right to doubt me, but I know there's a good explanation.

What about this clown face you keep flashing on?

Where do you see it? Is it on a billboard? A sign?

No. Is it animated? Do its features move?

It's frozen.

With that mouth wide open.

Mocking. Could it be on the boardwalk? The pier? Or even a circus?

I'm sorry, Corey.

I'm sorry.

What is it? Has something happened?

Well, what have happened?

I don't know.

Nothing. A cop shows up on my doorstep and I... We just need to ask you a few

questions, Miss McNair. What?

Where were you the night before last? There was an incident at the Doubletree

Hotel. What kind of incident?

A guy was being chased and fell. Two stories to try to get away.

Is he dead?

No, he's okay.

What's his name?

We don't know, actually. He has amnesia.

A car matching the description of yours was seen at the hotel, and a woman with

a description matching yours was seen getting into it.

Well, I was here all night.

If you please excuse me. If you're afraid, we can protect you.

Sandy?

Hey, honey, you here?

Hey.

So the letter come?

Yeah. It came.

I can't believe you didn't get in.

I did get in.

That's great.

I'm not going.

Why not?

T .C., ever since the raid, you have been everything to me.

There's no way I could leave you.

But becoming a rape counselor, a therapist, that's all you thought about.

Yeah, well, I'll just find a program here in L .A.

They don't have the kind of program here you need. You know that. You've been

looking for months.

I can't leave you.

How can you walk out on your work?

So Ellen McNair was incredibly anxious the whole time.

Tonight, even being here the other night.

That crown again? Yeah.

So, is Ellen McNair a hooker?

I don't think so.

Is she married?

No, but there's another guy's name on the car lease with hers.

A Milt Gordon.

He's president of, uh, Todson Financial.

Gee, I don't feel like a banker.

But then you don't seem like a cop.

Third generation, as a matter of fact.

About the first woman, I bet.

Oh, yeah.

Had the men in your family like the idea?

Well, it took them a while to get used to it, but eventually they all came

around. I'm kind of stubborn and they know it.

How about your mom?

She died when I was very young.

Oh, that must have been rough.

Sometimes, yeah.

She'd be proud of you.

I hope so.

Officer McNamara, can I ask you one more question?

Sure, you're so good, Adam.

Am I ever going to be able to see you in a dress?

Sorry, I don't own any.

I'm all work and no play.

Listen, I'm going to go interview Gordon.

I want you to stay in your room and don't let anybody in.

Yeah, what can I do for you, officer?

You could tell me where you were the night before last, around midnight.

I was found asleep.

Can anyone verify that?

My teddy bear.

Mr. Gordon, do you know Ellen McNair? Why do you want to know? We can finish

this down at my station house, Mr. Gordon. Yeah, I know Ellen.

What was your relationship with her?

She was the secretary of my company, Todson Financial.

And what exactly does Todson Financial do?

We're a lending institution specializing in business loans and commercial

mortgages. Ms. McNair used to be your secretary?

Correct. No longer.

Did you have any kind of personal relationship with her?

Yeah. Every Friday afternoon, I used to drive her to a motel room in Whittier.

We make the bed Springs Creek.

Okay? Is that part of your relationship over, too?

I haven't seen her in weeks.

Now I gotta run.

I'm conferencing with a new secretary.

Oh, by the way, how are you typing school?

Man, I hope you broke the law.

So you got any theories about who's doing what to whom?

No, there's just nothing to hang on to.

Well, at least you don't have to think about it for the next three days.

Well, the truth is, Chris, I don't want to be off this cake.

Because of Cooper?

What's with you, Corey?

I don't know.

I've only known this guy for two days and...

I feel all this tenderness towards him.

It's all I can do to keep my hands off of him.

Those days off are coming none too soon.

Attention all Pacific Blue units in the area. Seek and double -tree hotel dead

body off the pool area.

Cooper!

This is all my fault.

I should never have left him.

Excuse me.

Not him.

No, it's Ellen McNair.

Is that her, Corey?

Is that the woman who was in my room?

Is this guy for real?

Is he a murderer? He's no murderer.

The report says he doesn't have an alibi.

That's because he's all alone in the world. He was in his room all by

saw the commotion outside his window, and went down and nobody saw him. He

down the back stairs and out a side door.

Corey, why are you so convinced this guy's innocent?

Just an instinct.

An instinct?

At least let a doctor look at him.

TC, he doesn't want to be locked away for three days of observation.

Even if it'd help him get his memory back.

Maybe if he had, Ellen McNair would still be alive.

He knows that. I'm telling you, he's not a killer.

Uh, TC?

Cora may be right.

It seems that three of Todson's financial borrowers have turned up dead

past 18 months.

Who are we talking about?

Gunner Peterson, Winston Hill, and Raul Hernandez.

So what's Todson doing?

Giving out strychnine instead of calendars? No, they all have life

policies. But guess who's the beneficiary for all three?

Todson Financial.

But the dead guys are all into Totson for the unpaid portion of the loans, so

it's a wash.

The policies work for triple the amount of the loans.

So Totson loans money to businesses, and when they fall behind on their

payments, Gordon has the borrowers killed and then collects on the inflated

insurance policies.

Finally getting somewhere.

Nice job, Victor.

Why don't you go home and get some sleep? First thing tomorrow, you and

take a meeting with Gordon.

Got it.

And, Corey, enjoy your three days off.

I'd like to defer my time off and stay on the case.

Sorry, I cannot screw with the rotation.

Well, what about Cooper?

I can't assign an officer to him.

He won't go in for observation.

Would he put himself under protective custody?

I doubt it. Then there's nothing I can do.

Do you think he's in danger? He needs... Corey, you need the time off.

Take it.

Stay away from Cooper.

How do you mean?

Staying up all night, watching the sunrise, coffee before bed.

Maybe you're a baker.

Something else feels familiar.

Doing this all with you.

Maybe in a past life.

Or a future one.

You know, there's something I've been dying to do.

What?

I do is get you in that dress.

What kind of dress would you like?

Red, I think.

But elegant.

With your hair just the way it is now.

Sorry.

I'm not making this easier.

No. No, you're not.

Alex, look, I'm off duty for the next three days.

Oh.

I tried to postpone the downtime, but I'm sorry. It just didn't work out.

Thanks for trying.

Well, at least let me walk you back.

It's okay.

I'm going to take my time, wander around, see if I can find that clown.

See, I don't need some stupid degree to help other people.

It's going to work.

No, it's not going to work.

I've made my decision.

Yeah, but is it the right one?

Do you want me to go to your seat?

No, baby, I don't want to. Then why are you pushing me?

Because if you stay, you'll be giving up the most important thing in your life.

Am I right?

I'm just so afraid of letting go.

I've been around brave people my whole life.

In the last three months, you've shown more courage than anyone I've ever

You'll be fine.

You okay?

I learned one thing about myself.

Yeah, what?

I'm in terrible shape.

I don't suppose there's any point in asking you who that was.

It is all in there, Corey. I just want to rip it out of my head.

Alec, don't. It'll come.

I'm going to stick with you until it does.

I can't tell you how I felt seeing you in that alley.

No one need come back to help me?

Oh, Alec.

Look, um... Let's just get through this, okay?

Then see where we are.

You know, Corey, there is someone who knows who I am.

Who? The guy you were chasing.

Alec, this is a bad idea.

Let's just forget it. I'm gonna do it whether you help me or not.

All right, all right.

But if things get rough in there, you call for me, okay?

You know, I didn't know any better.

I'd say you care.

I do care.

Easy.

Inside.

What videotape is that?

Thomas the Tank Engine falls in a ditch.

I'll have to rent it. You know, you're lucky Finley here just finished an anger

management seminar.

Or you'd already be ground round.

I honestly don't know anything about a videotape.

Gee, Hellman, that's exactly what Ellen kept saying.

Right up until Finley got a hold of her. Threaten me all you like, it's not

going to change anything.

Oh, I've already threatened you all I like.

Finley, smack it out of him.

Frank, please, drop it.

Your turn.

Not me. I'm a pacifist.

You all right, Alec?

It seems my friends call me Mr. Hellman.

Chris.

I'm going to stay here and see what I can piece together with Alec.

How's he feeling?

I don't know. He took a pretty nasty whack.

Listen, see if you can light a fire under Victor. He's running down Alec's

name. Will do.

Glad you're enjoying your time off, by the way.

Hey.

You sure you're okay?

I just took a fifth full of aspirin and I'm about to pour myself a glass of

scotch.

I'll be fine.

I never should have let you do this.

Looks like your friend Victor was right about Gordon.

Yeah.

Probably a good bet he did murder those borrowers.

And that Elle McNair knew all about it.

McNamara. Hey, it's Victor.

Victor, yeah.

What do you got for me?

It turns out your friend Alec Hellman is a media star. Really?

Ace investigative reporter from San Francisco Dispatch. Even got nominated

Pulitzer Prize.

You sure about that? Now, how long ago was this?

Two years ago.

Thanks a lot, man. Appreciate it.

Guess what?

You're a celebrity.

The real godfather? A serial killer? An agent?

Actually, you're a good guy.

You're an investigative reporter for the San Francisco Dispatch.

I am?

Yeah, you even got yourself nominated for a Pulitzer two years ago.

So Ellen McNear must have come to me with her story.

She was afraid for her life, and in self -defense, wanted to make sure it got

out right away.

She must have had a pretty good case.

I suppose that videotape's some kind of proof.

Maybe it shows something incriminating about Gordon.

But where's that tape?

with Ellen McNair dead.

It's the only proof we've got.

Well, maybe there's a connection between... What is it?

Taste of that scotch.

I remember everything.

What's going on?

Ellen and I met here first.

Then she got nervous and we went up to my room.

You okay?

You bet. Look.

The clown.

Check this out.

Can you stop this tape from the VTR for me?

She must have had the camera in her bag.

How much?

Who's he talking to?

There's a third person.

We agree.

$40 ,000 for Dylan Peterson, $20 ,000 for Nandes.

Those are two of the dead policyholders.

Let me see it.

My workout buddy from this morning. The hitman.

You believe that crappy lighting?

Now take out your gun.

Slowly.

Yeah. Light it on the bar.

Overweight.

Free! Right.

Might work.

The cab should be here any minute.

No, we've got plenty of time.

I'm sure you don't want me to drive you. No.

No, I'd much rather just say our goodbyes here.

You know, and I hate those big scenes at the airport.

Yeah.

You see, there's something I've been putting off saying until the very end.

What's that?

That we're going to be 3 ,000 miles apart, and we're both going to be

hard. Where is this headed?

If somebody else comes along, I want you to feel free.

You know, I don't want you to feel like you have to wait around for me.

Is that really what you want?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think it's worth it.

Sure.

I just never felt this way about whatever happened.

I love you too, babe.

Wow. Worth the wait?

You bet.

Corey. Case is over.

Mr. Soms, we know who you are, and I don't turn back into a cop for two whole

days. Say something that I have to say to you.

Stay on the road.

I've booked us in a little hotel in Maldito.

Um... Alec!

We've got to go. We're late as hell.

Corey. This is my fiancée, Laura Miller.

Laura, this is Corey McNamara.

Uh, hello.

Hi.

Spooky, isn't it?

Yeah, I guess in a weird way you're right.

We had met.

I'm just so grateful Alec didn't meet you. Thank you for everything.

I'm glad everything worked out.

Well, listen, thanks again.

Come visit us in San Francisco some weekend.

I'd like that.

Just give me one.

Corey, I am so sorry about that.

I tried to call you at the station, but you weren't there. It's okay. I

understand.

The last thing I want to do is hurt you.

I know.

I know. I'm fine.

Not saying thank you again.

I already said it enough.

Yes, you have.

I'll always remember you, Corey.

Always.

Oh,

hey.

Some lunatic wants to option my story for a movie.

Think about who should play you.

I'm trying to talk it down.

Why everyone back on my town?

The sand at sea, it was fog day.

Take a look around, just another day in LA.

She's more than me.

Anybody thinks she is free.

Someday.

One ellipse down, just another day.