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Mark,

I want you to take a look at this letter
about the chapel where Colin and I were

married and tell me honestly, does it
look official to you?

Yeah, it does.

Why are you doing this to me?

What am I doing?

Well, if that letter is official, that
means the chapel in which I was married,

the chapel of the singing nuns, is
unofficial, which means that Colin and I

possibly are not... It's Saturday.

The courthouse in Las Vegas will be
closed. We'll call money and get to the

bottom of it.

I didn't think it would take an entire
day to get a book autographed.

Munchie Snacks and Spreads must be some
big hit.

We're here to get Munchie Snacks and
Spreads autographed?

Have you heard anything I have said for
the last hour?

Well, yes.

Come with me. I want you to meet an old
friend's daughter, and I'll buy lunch.

Dr. Farnes' daughter wrote munchie
snacks and spreads?

Yep, co -wrote. A couple of her friends
included their recipes, too.

You think it's a cookbook?

Yeah, isn't it?

Look at all those people. It's an
editor's dream.

I and Boris want it?

Thanks.

There you go.

Hi.

Hi.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Hi.

Anything special you'd like me to write?

How could something so foul smell so
good?

Mark, can we go?

Wait a minute. We haven't got the book
signed yet. We're almost there.

Some people would just hurry up.

Excuse me, sir. There are a lot of
people in line. The women have a lot of

to do. Thank you for coming.

All right. Thanks.

Dr. Sloan. Amanda.

What are you guys doing here?

Mark came to get his cookbook signed.

Cookbook?

Oh, boy.

What a boy.

Oh, is that Melissa's book?

Yeah.

I don't see any recipe.

Please.

This isn't a cookbook.

Dr. Sloan, let's go to the kids' section
and check the books out for Colin. Good

idea. I thought it was a cookbook.

Oh, Dr. Sloan, I can't believe you're
here. This is really embarrassing.

Melissa, what are you doing?

Shauna, this is an old friend of my dad.
Oh, hi.

And this is a book signing.

Sit down.

No, I need to talk to him now. We're on
business hours right now. We can do the

reunion later.

I want to buy one. I want to buy...
Actually, I just came by to say hi.

Maybe you'd better just sign it. We'll
talk later. You promise?

Promise.

Oh, my God.

Melissa?

Tell Steve what happened and have him
run this book through every test he can

think of. Maybe we'll get lucky and a
couple of prints will pop up. Okay.

Anything else? Yeah.

Here's a description of the guy in his
fatigue suit.

Maybe he can run it on the computer and
we'll get a match.

Okay, we'll call you if anything comes
up. Bye, Steve.

Thanks, Amanda. Bye -bye.

So you mean rubber band, pencils, and
the chic. That's all true?

You think I could make that up?

Anything here?

I spent a lot of time in the back of a
limo.

Thank you.

I kind of got used to it. Right.

Like with that football player. And that
band.

And that ugly guy from Star Trek.

Wait till you get past Chapter 2.

That'll really get you.

Shauna, straight back to the hotel. No
side trips.

Yes, Mommy.

Bye -bye.

Okay, Carrie, I'm sure it was just a
stupid prank.

You know, Melissa's probably right, but
still, it wouldn't hurt to get out of

the public eye for a few days.

Get out of the public eye? We just
started a 21 -city book tour.

Well, there you go.

I mean, it's pretty obvious why somebody
doesn't want you promoting this. You

actually named everyone you were with.
That was the point. It was not the

Don't start, Melissa.

Just get with the program.

I didn't write this book to ruin people.

I worked just as hard as you did on this
book, and I don't know about you, but

I'd like to climb that ladder just a bit
from smut and sleaze.

Do we have to do this right now? We've
got our 15 minutes of fame.

Don't screw it up. I don't intend to.

I think we could have that talk now.

Sure. Listen, how about lunch at the
beach?

Perfect.

Jesse, I'm sorry. I only have enough
turmeric and tomatoes for two.

I'll just have a carrot.

I have no carrots either.

I'm not invited to lunch, am I?

Not today.

Mom won't even talk to me.

Your mom is Boston Society.

She hasn't spoken to me since she caught
your father and me spitting cherry pits

in her Ming box.

You did that?

Oh, yeah.

His idea.

Things usually were.

I really miss you, Dad.

Yeah, me too.

I cannot get over how grown up you are.
A little more than you thought.

To me, you're still that little girl in
the school play.

Standing at the podium.

giving your valedictorian address, all
dolled up for the prom.

What happened, Melissa?

Nothing. I mean, not what you think.

I can't even read the blind or no sin.
Dr. Sloan, I put this book together to

try to expose what's going on out there.
By naming names and giving intimate

details? Shawna and Carrie are the
victims here.

I mean, yeah, they're paid money, but
they're demeaned, they're abused.

They can't get out of it, Dr. Sloan, and
they're not alone.

And you?

That's what I've been wanting to tell
you. I'm not one of them.

I met Shawna and Carrie at a party. We
started talking, we got together for

lunches, and I was hooked. I mean, the
stories they told me, the trips, the

money.

I presented the idea of the book to
Janet and the publisher. I would write

from their stories, and for legal
reasons, where we couldn't name names, I

embellish, become one of them.

The whole chapter about me, the unnamed
senator, the actor, it never really

happened. That's me, anyway.

Oh, I think your father would be very
relieved.

Dr. Sloan.

Sure thing, Janet. She's right here.

Hello.

Eating lunch.

I know. I know. I'll be there.

All right. Hold on.

I hate to ask you this, but we're doing
the Rick D. show at KFDA today.

And you need a ride.

Yeah.

I know, just the man for the job.

Oh.

You sure you don't mind?

Lucy, I haven't seen you in ten years.
It'll be good catching up.

How'd that Ph .D. paper come out?

Steve, have you talked to your dad about
me at all?

Yeah, he said we had a lot of catching
up to do on the way to the radio

Yeah, no kidding.

Thank you, Wilton. No, no, I appreciate
that you even picked up the phone.

I will.

Okay, thank you.

Amanda. Not now, Norman. Do you have any
idea who that was?

No. Wilton Stronghorn. He was the
security guard at the chapel which I was

married in. The chapel which is now
under lock and key until they find the

Reverend Munster. Oh, that sounds bad.

Yep. I'm going to call Colin.

In Bosnia? Mm -hmm. From the hospital
phone? Yeah. No.

It's an emergency, Norman. Now, if you
don't wish for me to reach out and touch

someone, then you... Hello?

Yes, may I have an overseas operator,
please?

Mm -hmm.

You're reading that, too?

Oh, you men.

Oh, no, this? I found this in the
doctor's lounge. What is trash like this

in the doctor's lounge? There it is.

Get your own copy, Norman. Jesse, don't
read that in here, please.

She's right. If you have to indulge in
this sort of thing, take it to a motel,

read it in your bathroom or something.
Hey, I'm doing work here. I'm doing a

little research for Mark.

Reading this and compiling a list of
possible suspects.

So far, we're up to 73.

They named 73 people they had sex with?
Yeah.

So far.

And no two stories are alike. No
kidding.

You tell Mark there was no match in that
description you gave me and the book

came up clean.

He's going to love that.

No two stories are alike.

Expensive.

Yes, hello, overseas operator.

My name is Mrs. Livingston.

Right, I'm looking for a Navy fighter
pilot somewhere around Bosnia.

Yes, Bosnia.

We're back with Rick Dees.

Well, look, if you can't figure that
out, I think we'll just wait to give you

the answer when you're old enough to
drive.

Got time for a couple more calls?

Oh, where the hell is Shauna?

Debbie from San Dimas, you're on with
Melissa and Carrie, co -authors of

Munchies, Snacks, and Spreads.

Uh, yeah, what's the most you've been
paid?

$15 ,000.

For one night?

More like one hour.

It gives new meaning to quality time.

One more call. Roger from North
Hollywood.

Yeah, where's the other one, Shauna?
Good question.

Damn L .A. bus system, you know.
Probably caught in traffic.

No, she's not, Ricky.

She's right here where she belongs.

It's him.

It's the guy from the finding.

Very good, Melissa.

Now, here's a little something for all
your listeners, Ricky.

Trace it.

5 -5 -5 -2700. Do what you can.

I just want to make sure you think that
is the man from the bookstore.

It's him.

You never saw him before?

No, never.

I wish Carrie were here. She'd know if
it was somebody from the book.

Poor Donna.

Yeah, listening to that tape can't help
her.

Helped the book, though.

Sale doubled after that tape.

Janet, that's horrible.

Actually, the tape can help.

Mark is listening for clues, something
unusual in the guy's voice, a particular

accent, a speech pattern, a telltale
lisp might mean a cleft palate.

I got it.

Hello?

What?

No, no statement.

How did you find out they were here?

Look out front, Jesse.

Sir, can we ask you a question?

Sir?

God,

you got a press invasion starting out
there.

No, no, I'm not their agent. I'm just a
friend.

They're just fine, thank you.

No, no, absolutely no press conferences.

Thank you. Maybe later. Thank you for
calling.

Feeding time at the zoo has started,
huh?

Every author's dream, national
publicity.

Never thought it'd come like this.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Metropolitan
Police will make a statement later this

afternoon. Until then, the women are
under our protection and are not

for comment.

Thank you. Thank you.

I'm sorry about that.

Just too juicy for them.

Scandal and murder.

I got some officers out there. They
should clear them out. Steve, did you

what you said? Are we under police
protection?

Well, if you want it, you can certainly
have it.

Where's Carrie? I thought she was coming
out here.

She went back to the hotel. She's pretty
upset.

She should be.

Maybe you better call her. Tell her to
stay in her room and I'll send some men

over there.

So you're really taking this seriously?

Barry, there have been a couple of
developments.

Shauna Teague is definitely missing.

She hasn't been seen at the hotel for
over ten hours.

We checked with her neighbors and
associates. No one's seen her or talked

her. She missed a hair appointment even
before she was a no -show at the radio

station.

And we found her car in Santa Monica
with the driver's window smashed in. Oh,

my God.

We got two motor launchers out now
dragging the bay.

And no suspects at all, except for...
The 86 men mentioned in this book.

86 exactly?

Oh, I don't know. That was just a rough
guess. I just scanned the book.

And all these men are well -known,
prominent.

Yeah. The ones that people want to read
about.

Politicians, sports heroes, actors.

We have this.

Jesse, we have work to do.

Did you think of something?

No, you did.

You ladies stay here.

Fine with me.

I'll be here, too. I gave my home number
to the search team. No, I need to head

back. This may change the whole
marketing campaign. I need to talk to

people in New York.

Where are we going?

I'm going to the hospital. You're going
to see Rick Dees.

Uh, Dad?

Back door.

Oh, yeah.

All right. Now, coming up in the next
half an hour, we're going to be talking

with Donnie Ray Nesbitt from Boone
Harbor, Michigan.

I don't go reaching for that dial
saying, look, I don't want to listen to

guy from Boone Harbor. Well, get this.

Donnie is the author of a book entitled
Close Encounters of the Naughty Kind.

He claims to have been abducted by
aliens three times.

All. For sex.

I'm not making this up.

Let's just fly through a commercial and
get him in here.

Hey, Jeffrey, where's the faith stud?

Yeah, this must be him. Go on in.

Hi, Mr. D. I was told I was going to
come in. Oh, no, absolutely.

Sit down here. Put these headphones on.
And look, we're on a 20. So when we come

back, let's get into the
extraterrestrial whoopee stuff right out

all right? And then we'll kind of back
up from there. Oh, no, I'm sorry.

the... No, hold on a second. Hold on a
second.

We're back with Donny Ray, and you've
heard of cruising bars. This guy cruises

the stars.

Donny Ray, what's it like shagging
aliens, bud?

No, no, no, you don't seem to
understand. No, no, no, I understand

book you said that you were an unwitting
participant in these intergalactic

orgies. Yeah, I mean, no, no. You're
right, yes. Then you said you kind of

gradually got into it.

Hmm? Things a little slow in Boone
Harbor these days, Donnie?

Boone Harbor?

We'll be back with Flesh Gordon right
after this.

Listen. I am not Donny Ray.

What's his name, okay? I'm Dr. Jesse
Travis.

Dr. who? Jesse Travis. I work with Mark
Sloan, a doctor who works with the

police. Wait a minute. You've got to
make some sense of this quickly. We've

to get back on the air. Okay, you know
the girls who wrote the Munchies Spreads

and Snacks book? Well, I'm helping on
that case with Dr. Sloan and the police.

Now, I've come here to see if you have
any file footage, interview tapes,

anything of the voices of the men
mentioned in her book.

See, we think that it might have been
one of them that called your show

yesterday and killed that woman.

Well, have you got a list?

Yes.

There are 86 men.

86?

Yeah, I got most of them.

Maybe all of them. I can help you. Oh,
great. But you've got to help me.

Look, I'm on the air, and you've got to
be Donny Ray Nesbitt.

Why?

Because that's got to be Donny Ray.

I don't want to talk to him.

I like you. Come on. Yeah, but this guy,
with the Martians, he, you know... I

think it's Venusians, actually.
Venusians?

Back with Donny Ray. You're not going to
get stuff like this anywhere else,

ladies and gentlemen.

No, sir.

Donny Ray, what was it like the first
time with the aliens?

Um, well, it was at night. It usually
is.

And, right, and the ship, the spaceship
filled with cosmic, beautiful women

landed. Wait a minute, hold on a second.
In your book, you say they have four

legs. How could they be beautiful?

Yes. Yes, but they were very thin,
shapely, long legs.

Donny Ray, could this have all happened
late one night after last call at a

tavern?

You want her body? Try dragging the bag.

What do you think?

Class A psycho.

Hopped up to very high anxiety level.
Here.

See how his fundamental frequency gets
his voice pitch, spikes?

See, his normal timbre is lower.

He's very nervous, excited.

So the tape quality's okay?

It's a little muddy, but we can work
with it.

Who do we match it to?

I hope that may be Jesse now.

Oh, you got him.

Yeah, all 86 of them.

Rick Dees and I had to go through about
a couple hundred tapes, interviews, news

clips, sports stories, but we got him.

You know Dr. Bannerman?

Yeah, we've met Travis, right?

Why do we need an otolaryngologist?

Voice printing.

Bring the tapes over here. Let's see if
we can find this jerk.

Gentlemen, welcome to biometrics.

If the killer's on these tapes, we're
going to find him.

That's not quite as good as retina
patterning or fingerprints, but voice

printing is damn accurate.

Here, hold this.

We're going to scan 80 to 4 ,000 hertz
on the spectrographic analysis.

It's going to be a little tougher with
the speaker saying different things, but

we'll get a match.

In fact, you're an ENT specialist. I
mean, you got to know that this is bad

your nose, your throat.

Yeah, but it's great for my oral
fixation. Give me that.

Okay, we're ready to go. Now, the
computer is going to scan the radio tape

we play a different one. You just watch
the scope.

Here we go.

Thank you, Rick. I am very happy to be
here in Los Angeles.

The Iraqi Undersecretary?

Sure as hell don't need a spectrograph
for that one.

Not a match.

Who is it?

Police. I was told to check in on you.

They didn't tell me that... I figured.

Could you open up? I'm supposed to check
the room.

Where's your uniform?

I'm a detective, lady.

Oh.

Well, can I see some ID?

Detective Miller.

I can't read it. It's too close. Look,
I'm trying to do my job here, okay?

You want to call downtown and waste
time?

Fine. I'll be in the lobby.

No, wait.

Another word. You understand?

Oh, my goodness, you two smell like an
all -night game of poker.

Oh, it's Bannerman's cigar.

Hank, can you believe in that one match?
Not even close.

Uh, well, thanks for asking, guys. I'm
fine.

Oh, I'm sorry, Amanda.

Did you clear up that problem with the
chaplain in Las Vegas? Everything's much

clearer, actually. I just got finished
talking to my attorney, and he just

talked to the Nevada Better Business
Bureau.

And?

And, of course, I'm paraphrasing here.

I'm not married.

You're not serious?

Do I look serious?

You look serious.

The Chapel of the Singing Nuns held its
last piece of legitimate business in

1986 when it was a dairy queen.

And the Reverend Daryl Munster, his name
is actually Dice Big Daddy D. Drummond.

Thirteen priors, two outstanding
warrants, and yes, he is currently a

from justice.

Oh, Amanda, that's awful.

How did you find that place?

I don't know.

Colin got his orders. We had one day.

We got our license for $20, hailed a
cab, hopped in, asked the driver where

go.

Colin asked the driver where to go.

This is all his fault, and I don't know
how to get in touch with him.

He's going to have to answer to our son.
Excuse me. I need a phone again.

We think we've got trouble.

Well, I'd rather listen to those 86
tapes again than to take that call from

Amanda. Well, it'd be Reverend Big Daddy
D if Amanda ever catches him. Oh, God,

it's going to be gunplay. I'd turn
myself in. I think so.

Oh, knife braces.

I used to call you Bucky then, didn't I?

Sloan resident.

Yeah, just a second.

For you.

Smells like Carrie.

Hello?

Carrie, are you alone?

I've got to talk to you.

Um, it's kind of personal.

I'm coming.

Okay. Hurry.

Doctor in the house?

Bada bish, bada boom.

Amanda, what are you doing here? What do
you mean, what am I doing here?

I mean, shouldn't you be cutting up a
spleen or something?

I'm on a break, Norman. What's your
problem?

I don't have a problem.

You look like you got slapped in the
face.

Oh, I'm reading this very disturbing
article.

In the medical supply catalog?

Let me take a look at that.

Norman?

What?

I can't believe you have this book.

All right.

I admit it. I just wanted to see what
all the hoopla was all about. That's

You little pervert.

I am not a pervert.

What were you reading when I came in the
room then?

When you came in the room? Come on,
indulge me. Let's hear a little aloud.

I can't. Why not?

Because rereading a book is a very
personal, private experience. I can't

you.

What? You actually enjoy reading this
filthy piece of literature.

I never said that. Are you enjoying it?
No.

As a matter of fact, take it.

Disgusting. It's crude.

It's a bestseller.

There you have it.

Maid? Ma 'am, may I turn down your bed?

Tell me again what she said on the
phone.

Just that there was something I should
know and that I was to come right away.

Alone, right?

Yeah, she was real firm about that. No
police, she said. What was her tone

Did she sound frightened?

I don't know. She sounded nervous,
uptight, maybe frightened.

Why, you think the guy might... Might
have been here, forcing her to call.

To get me here.

I think you were lucky.

Something frightened him off before you
got here.

Hey, guys.

Anything? Yeah, plenty.

This guy's moving fast and getting
sloppy. We lifted over a dozen latent

off the glass table, doorknob, even
Carrie's body.

Got a name?

Yeah, just came in.

Pitt Thomas L.

He's an ex -con.

Disappeared about six months ago.

Stopped going to parole.

Quit his job.

Let me guess. Moved from his prior
address, too, right? Yeah, he's up in

I just put a description out.

We will get him, Melissa.

But in the meantime, go to sleep with
me.

You sure? Yeah, I'll keep an eye on her.

All right. See you later.

We still have the tape from the radio
show.

Eh, worthless.

Any of those 86 guys could have hired
Pitt.

Yeah, but what Pitt on that tape?

Doesn't matter. It doesn't get it close
to him. Well, I'm not so sure about

that. Where do most people make their
phone calls from?

From their home.

Right. And work.

So not his voice.

Right. What's behind it? The background
noise. The ambiance. It's the place.

Where the call was made.

Right.

Do you smell cigars?

I think so.

I'm sorry. I was just going to see
Bannerman. No harm done.

Ask Dr. Bannerman if he has any pull
with the 7th Fleet, will you? You still

haven't talked to Colin? Have you ever
tried calling Bosnia?

Not recently, no.

20 times. That's how many times I've
called. You know how many times I got

through? Six.

And he wasn't there.

Briefings, debriefings, pre -flights, in
-flights, whatever happened to the

barracks, the meth halls, whatever
happened to the officers' clubs,

don't know. You'll reach him. Damn right
I will. Do you have the number to the

Pentagon? I would just try 411.

Yeah, I will.

I'll call 1 -800 -LET -ME -SPEAK -TO -MY
-HUSBAND, or whoever he is.

I was wondering, Doctor, you are making
those calls collectively?

Sorry,

I'm late.

Want to start?

Already started.

Take a look.

There's a spectrum image of your tape
minus the speaker.

Ah, so you were able to eliminate the
voice.

Yeah, piece of cake. That's a whole
different band.

Street noise.

My guess is your boy's on a payphone.

No, he can't be.

I mean, he's playing a murder tape. Why
would you do that in a public place?

Good point.

What's that? You hear that?

Sort of in the foreground. You hear
that?

Yeah, back it up.

You hear that? That clicking?

Yeah.

Don't worry about it.

Let's feed that through the sampler.

Sampler? And the computer. I got over 30
,000 sounds in there.

Let's scan for a match.

Got it?

Guess what? He's in a car. That's a turn
signal.

Unbelievable. What, he thought all he
did was just stick tongue depressors

people's throats?

What else do you got?

Well, I heard some words. Not from Mr.
Weird here. Some kind of deep background

kind of stuff.

I wanted to run that through this.

Now, you hear that voice? Real tinny,
kind of metallic.

What's all that static surrounding it?

Hmm. Don't know.

But I will.

Here.

Let's isolate it.

See if we can clean that up.

A cab.

All right, but now, does he drive it, or
is he just a passenger?

Well, you said yourself that he's
playing a murder tape. He's alone.

Right, so he drives a cab.

In the valley. He's being sent to a Van
Nuys address.

Do you have a Yellow Pages around here?

That's on the shelf there.

Three

of

them in Van Nuys. Doc, I could kiss you.

Just buy me a box of these.

Hey, that's a mugshot.

But you recognize him?

Yeah, name's Willard.

Actually, his name is Pitt, but I guess
it doesn't really matter.

What matters to me, I'm not supposed to
hire guys with a record.

What did he do?

Oh, I don't know. I'm not with the
police.

Then how'd you get the picture?

I have a friend with the police.

Can you tell me where Pitt Willard is?

I was hoping you could tell me. I'm
looking for him, too, you know.

His ship was over like six hours ago. I
can't raise him on the horn, and he's

out there somewhere driving my hack.

Dealing with cab?

Mm -hmm.

What's the cab number?

Yeah, wait a minute.

Forty -ten.

Thanks. Can I use your phone?

The local phone? Yeah, go ahead. Yeah.

Hi, Detective Steve Blunt, please.

You and your detective friend can have
what's -his -name, okay? I just want to

get my cab back.

Forty?

What is it?

Sean and Carrie.

I'm not going to let myself think about
him.

I wrote that book, Mark.

I'm not sure you did. You told me why.

To expose that world.

Why else did you write it?

Make a flash?

And the next overnight sensation?

God, you saw how the book came out.

Pulp nonfiction.

Honey, you wrote about something that
mattered to you.

And then somewhere along the line, you
gave in to wanting the fame and the

fortune and the bargain.

I can't say that hasn't happened to most
of us at one time or another.

Neither that book or its author had
anything to do with those girls getting

killed.

I know you don't believe that now, but
when this thing works itself out, we

out what really happened.

I hope you will.

It won't. Hi, Steve.

We found Pitt.

They found Pitt?

Where was he?

He was at the hotel.

He never left.

He tried to, but he didn't make it.

Yeah, he's dead.

Took a single shot to the head.

No, but I would like you to answer a few
more questions.

Why don't you answer some questions
first?

I'm investigating a murder, Miss Block,
not hosting a game show. Yeah, and

you're accusing me of that homicide.

Look, if you'd like to call your lawyer
and do this downtown, that's fine with

me. I don't need a lawyer. I didn't kill
anyone.

Why don't you tell me where you were
between 7 and 9 last night?

In my room, in my bed, reading the
manuscript that I'm going to make a

bestseller. Any witnesses?

I like to read alone.

Maid didn't stop by?

Bell boy with room service? Nobody.

So, no alibi and plenty of opportunity.

Plenty of opportunity to kill some
schlub that I didn't even know.

Detective, have you ever considered a
career in fiction writing?

Oh, I think you did, Noah.

I think you hired him to kill Carrie and
Shauna.

And then you killed him to cover your
tracks.

Back off, Kojak.

Why would I want my meal tickets dead?

How are book sales doing since they were
murdered?

Publicity. Detective, I am ambitious,
but I'm not insane.

You know, I really think you should call
that lawyer now.

I'll do that.

If you do this.

Your next best -selling manuscript?

Carrie, Shauna, and Melissa's contract
with Brookingham Publishing.

Read it. You just might find a real
motive for murder.

I didn't want to believe it either, Dad,
but it is a pretty good motive.

All royalties from sales of hardcover,
softcover, movie, television, cable

rights... Plus, normally defined
ancillary and remake rights will be

equally by surviving authors.

Mm -hmm. Standard survival clause.

And you think this is about money? Mm
-hmm.

Big money. With all the press, Munchie
Snacks and Spreads is close to being a

number one bestseller.

Steve, I've known Melissa since she was
born.

Yeah, we both have.

Well, they know she's not a murderer.

Dad, we haven't seen her in ten years.
People change.

Well, not that much.

She was at the hotel the night Pitt and
Carrie were killed. You tell me what she

was doing there.

She told you, Carrie. Called her over
there in a panic.

Would you go out alone if there was a
deathbed hanging over your head?

So that's it, huh?

You really think I'm a murderer?

No, honey, I don't.

But you do?

I didn't say that.

But I am going to have to take you
downtown and get a statement and take

hair and blood samples.

Am I under arrest?

No. You are not under arrest.

Steve, I didn't do it.

I didn't kill anybody.

Then you have nothing to worry about.

No, you've already put me on hold five
times. Don't put me on hold! Okay, I'm

not yelling.

Okay, I'm not yelling. I'm simply trying
to make reservations to Bosnia.

Yes, I realize that Bosnia is not a
popular vacation spot these days, but

because you're a travel agent, do your
job late. Hello?

Hello?

Why is this so hard?

Colin can't leave and I can't stay
unmarried. I'm going to Bosnia. Why

wait till the war's over? No, yeah, oh,
I'm freaking out here. No, no, don't do

that. Okay, all right, calm down.

Calm down here. Now, this is stupid.
It's just a marriage certificate, a

little piece of paper.

What's important here is that Colin
loves me and I love Colin, and who cares

we were married in a chapel that once
sold chocolate -dipped cones? Right, as

long as you were coming from your heart.
Exactly, and who cares if the pastor

had a police record? What, grand theft
auto? So what? Just compared to, say,

mass genocide, it's nothing. I could get
a spot in the USO, and if I got a spot

in the USO, why, I could get to Bosnia
by Christmas.

Hi, folks.

Hey, any word on Melissa?

No, Steve hasn't released her yet.

So you still think she's innocent?

A hundred percent.

If not her, who?

Hey, here's a possibility.

There's an astronaut in here who has a
thing for toy rockets.

He's only trying to help.

You know, it doesn't make any sense.

What doesn't make sense?

Well, there are 86 men named in this
book. 86 powerful, rich men.

You'd think they'd want this book to go
away instead of bringing attention to

it. Good luck.

I mean, with murders, every time you
turn around, everybody's talking about

book. Exactly.

So why keep killing people if you're
going to bring attention to that which

want to go away?

Maybe it's a case of blind revenge.

Unless that's what the killer wants us
to think.

You know, what if it isn't about
revenge? What if it's greed?

Sounds like you're building a case
against Melissa.

Yeah, and she's the only one who stands
to make a lot of money. Yeah, unless...

Unless what?

She's dead.

Are you confused?

He does this on purpose to annoy us.

We're not asking ourselves one simple
question.

What question?

Who gets the money if they're all dead?

Jesse, get out of my chair. Sorry.

What's up? A lot. We tried to call. They
said you couldn't be interrupted.

I was with Melissa.

You didn't let her go, did you?

No, Dad. The more I dug into it, the
more I realized you were right. She

do it. But you let her go?

We have five minutes ago. Why? We have
to find it, see if somebody's going to

kill her.

What?

Give me the front desk.

We've been scammed. See, if all three
authors die, then all the profits from

book go to this Kingston Abuse
Foundation.

What's the Kingston Abuse Foundation?
It's a front.

Wilson Sloan. I just released Melissa
Farnes. Tall blonde.

All right, thanks.

Just walked out the front door.

What front?

Go your own way.

I think this is such a good idea. We
better get out of the car.

What?

Let's not do that again. Okay.

You all right?

I will be.

Shauna?

Oh my God, Shauna.

Dead?

I don't understand. What is happening?

If all three of you had been killed,
Melissa, then the proceeds would have

to a phony foundation we've been looking
into.

Obviously, Sean is the one who set it
up.

So Donna hired Pitt?

Yeah, we found a $10 ,000 debit in her
bank account a week before Pitt made a

$10 ,000 credit to his account. Yeah,
but why kill Pitt?

You answered that. Pitt got nervous.

What was supposed to be a publicity
stunt was turning into the perfect

And he thought he was going to take the
fall for Shauna's fake killing.

So he got together with Carrie to tell
her what was going on. And she called

And with you out of the way, Shauna
would have started a whole new life with

plenty of money coming in. Hey, let's
go.

It's showtime.

Okay, Enterprise, standing by.

So we're just about ready?

Almost.

It's the amnesia time.

It's a wedding, but not a... So what are
we waiting for? They just landed a

couple of F -18s.

I can't believe you're actually going to
pull this off.

When you've operated on a couple of
admirals, a ship that sure patches was

hard to get.

Okay,

here we go.

Yes, honey, it's me.

Over.

Altitude 6 ,000 and climbing.

Over.

Okay, uh, Roger, Enterprise, we copy.

Sort of. Uh, Chaplain, I guess you're
on.

Uh, hello, Amanda, and to all those that
have gathered here and there to join

this couple in holy matrimony.

The hold is running.

I'm sorry we had a little frequency
slippage. Steve, you know how to do

Don't look at me.

And so, Amanda, do you take Colin to be
your lawfully wedded husband?

Hey, you got it. I'm saddened by the
answer, but all this is what's normal.

Over. Mark!

Tabit. Norman.

Till death do you part.

Beckett. Yes. Hello?

Do you copy?

Roger? A simple I do is all that's
necessary.

I do.

Then go around. Just go away.

You want to repeat that, Enterprise?

Till death do you part.

I do.

He does.

I do. Who was that? I think he just
married the pilot.

No, it was Colin. I'm sure it was Colin.
Enterprise.

Enterprise, do you copy?

Hello? Hello, Enterprise?

Do you copy?

Enterprise. Hello?

Hello? Anybody there?

Anybody there?

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