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Thank

you.

Nothing surprising to report. He died of
gunshot wounds inflicted from behind.

He had an enlarged thyroid and a little
arteriosclerosis.

And his last meal of fried oysters and
cake probably didn't help matters.

He's the second Hill Ridge Estate
resident this month.

The first one was identified as a Bill
Donnelly.

Kind of puts a new spin on their motto,
security is our priority.

Those gated communities are pretty
strict.

Maybe he put too much of that tan bark
mulch on his lawn.

Well, it was stuck to the bottom of his
sneakers.

Did you say the shot came from inside
the community?

Yeah, it looks like it. But their
lawyers are so good, they've stormed all

without getting anything.

Is there any connection between the one
and victim two? None so far, except for

the high probability there's the same
killer.

I'm sorry, ma 'am, this area is
affected.

Not again.

Do you know each other?

Hi, I'm Shelby Turner. I'm a reporter.
For Comet Magazine.

Is that the zombies ate my babies?

You scum of the earth, Comet.

We do hard -hitting investigative
journalism.

Perhaps you read a piece of mine a few
months back about the bigger staff crime

family. Doctor... Sloan.

Sloan! You two are related.

See how fast you made that connection?
Boy, those zombie children didn't stand

chance.

Who's this?

Excuse me. This is Paul Foster, the guy
you were bugging me about this morning.

She barged into the station and demanded
to see the investigator in charge.

Yeah, well, I finished the autopsy.
Well, don't volunteer anything.

So what leads have you developed?

Nothing I'm going to share with you.

Well, there's more to the story than you
realize.

Foster called me. He told me that there
were alien replicants living in that

community.

You're missing the best of a lifetime.

In a gated community of a million dollar
homes.

Captain, we're getting nowhere.

We can't get past the lawyers, much less
the front gate.

I'm not questioning the need for an
investigation to see the cover.

What do you want to go in as?

No, as a resident at the victim's house.

Paul Foster, as far as we can tell, he
has no known relatives.

Until now.

Well, what about places of business
known enemies?

Unusual. Dead ends. The guy just moved
here. He lives off his investments. We

can't come up with any reason why
someone would shoot the guy. What about

witnesses? Not.

What's your cover going to be?

A position.

Come on, now, think about it. It's
perfect.

My father's on staff at Community
General. I can set up a practice there

minutes. You can also perform a couple
of surgeries.

Pick up a little extra cash on the side.

Ear, nose, and throat. No scalpels, just
popsicle sticks.

You know, your cover is supposed to be
convincing.

How are you going to pull off being a
doctor?

Come on, Captain. I've been around
hospitals and doctors all my life. For

example, take that mole on your cheek.

What about it?

It's a considerable nevus. There's one
chance of 50 that'll turn into a full

-blown melanoma.

Well, thanks for the warning.

I'll cut it out later with an ice pick.

Slightly misshapen, flat to the skin, no
hair follicles.

Yeah, it's a problem waiting to happen.

Especially if you have a history of
severe sunburn.

That, uh, hasn't changed shape recently,
has it?

You know, why don't we lay off the mole,
okay? It's part of my personality.

So, I have your permission to go
undercover?

Yeah.

Just remember, no malpractice suits,
okay?

Oh, and, uh, I'm serious about that
mole.

Out, out the door is waiting.

Yeah.

Name? Dr. Steve Foster.

You, uh, protecting us from killer bees?

The gun, that was a joke.

Welcome to Hill Ridge Estate, sir.

Have a pleasant stay.

Right.

You must be Dr. Foster.

I'm Cliff Maloney, head of the Home
Owners Association here.

I'm terribly sorry about what happened
to your brother.

Me too. It was a real shock.

I don't know how long you and Mrs.
Foster plan on staying, but for whatever

period of time, I'd like to welcome you
to the community.

Mrs. Foster?

Hello, honey.

I didn't think I'd see you till tonight.

I didn't think I'd see you at all.

I decided to come early. Well, she'd
warned me.

I didn't have time. I had to get
groceries for the dinner party.

Thanks very much for the invitation.

I think this is a great way of
remembering Paul.

It was a pleasure to meet the both of
you.

Let me know if I can do anything, and
always feel free to call security.

They're extremely efficient.

They have that reputation.

Excuse me.

You realize the position you put me in?

The best possible one.

We have to talk.

Of course.

Suitcases, darling.

Wouldn't want to forget my suitcases.

Darling, after the trip I've had.

Where are you going? We need to talk.

Not until we unpack your bags. The
master bedroom's up here. You're going

love it.

Better.

And wait till you see the master
bathroom.

It's gigantic.

From now on, whenever you hear the
shower running, it means I want to talk

you in here.

Better acoustics.

No, it's the only place we can talk
safely.

Why, alien replicants don't like water?

The place is bugged top to bottom.

You've been reading too many of your own
magazines.

Popbuster told me he used to always call
me.

From the bathroom with the water
running, he said it was the only place

felt safe.

Well, maybe he felt safe here, but I
don't.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving. Steve is bad for my jacket.
Didn't you hear what I said? Paul

Foster was scared.

He may have been scared, but he wasn't
very smart.

Cell phone conversations can very easily
be intercepted.

Well, I think he feels worse than
anybody about that. Now that he's dead,

a condition I'd like to avoid.

Well, the way I feel it's a condition I
might consider helping you achieve.

You need me.

Oh, I can hardly wait to hear how.

I already told them all that I was your
wife. If you kick me out, I'm going to

blow your cover.

And how did you find out about my cover?

I have my sources.

When this is over, you're going to jail
for interfering with a police

investigation. When this is over, you'll
be happy I was here.

Now, clean up. We have guests coming
over.

And remember, in case Foster was right
about all the bugs, and he was, we are

husband and wife, even when we're
completely alone together.

Unless we're taking a shower.

It will feel so much better.

Thank you.

That's an interesting technique, picking
up a fork like that.

Protect the monograms on the handle. Too
many hands would just rub it right off.

Well, these aren't monogrammed.

It should be.

It's an old habit you fall back into
when you're trying to keep yourself busy

after your brother -in -law died.

You know, it's funny. He never mentioned
either of you.

There was a strain between Paul and
Steve.

It's just a tragedy they never patched
things up.

You're very efficient.

Obsessed.

Pretty.

Annoying. How do you mean?

Well, for instance, she thinks the whole
house is bugged.

Is it?

Doubtful.

You're not sure?

No. I think I'd give her the benefit of
the doubt. She's been two steps ahead so

far. Excuse me, Dr. Foster.

I've got some folks here I'd like you to
meet.

This is Charles and Frederica Harris.
They're your next -door neighbors.

And Frank and Kathleen Wolverton. They
live down the block.

Right. Dr. Steve Foster.

This is Dr.

Mark Slott. He's my boss at Community
General. Quite a neighborhood you've got

here. Yeah, sure. It's nicer than our
old place. Certainly more efficient. A

dull. Every property is just like every
other property.

Fiskew lawns, shag carpets. There's
blonde wood and marble everywhere.

But it did put you into redecorating
overdraft.

You should see a wheel of those credit
cards.

Frank complains that I've made the house
feel just like we're back in Miami.

You know, somebody did a nice job of
this house.

Yes, but it's not warm.

I told Paul he really should have used
more color.

We are so sorry about your brother.

It's a terrible tragedy.

Thank you very much.

Did you know Paul, Dr. Sloan?

Um, well, you know, I don't think
anybody really knew Paul.

True words were never spoken.

Thanks for having us, Doctor. We're
going to take a look. Thank you all for

coming. I think I'll go pressure myself.

Good night.

That's, uh, one long -suffering man.

But I'm not.

I know what you are.

I know what you're doing here.

Stay, and I'll tear your heart out and
eat it with some berries and cream for

breakfast.

Ah, Shelby.

Great dinner party. Thanks so much for
having us. Thank you for coming.

Absolutely. Wouldn't have missed it for
the world.

I don't see anything wrong with the
shower.

Here.

Wouldn't it be easier to stick those in
a dishwasher?

That would wash the fingerprints off.
Oh, along with the gravy and those

bits of ham.

Just run these. We need to find out who
these people really are.

You set up this party just to get
fingerprints?

There is a conspiracy going on in this
community. I can feel it. There is no

conspiracy. There is one bad guy, and
I've got a pretty good idea who he is.

Who? Charles Harris.

He threatened to kill me.

Like you're trying to do with his steam.

That's wonderful.

Well, thank you for your concern.

Did he say anything about the
mothership?

Signals from the Tar Nebula?

No, but he did mention the bilateral
commission and the earthquake machine.

Russians didn't use it.

Okay, fine.

Don't take me seriously. Don't come
crying to me when replicants take over.

No, you were right about one thing. The
house is bugged. I found a transmitter

in the intercom.

And? And I found a transmitter in the
intercom.

Would it kill you to say thanks for the
warning?

Yes.

Now, how far are we going to go with
this little marriage deception?

Because the people that are listening
are not going to stop just because the

went down.

Don't worry.

I've got it all figured out.

How can you be so insensitive, you pig?

You can sleep on the couch again
tonight.

Until I change my mind.

Men.

No, no.

Oh, come on, Amanda. You don't even know
what I'm going to ask. I don't do

windows. I do not do dishes, so forget
about it. Look, this is a dirty

silverware from last night's party. I've
got to get the fingerprints off of it.

I can't go anywhere near the station as
long as I'm posing as Dr. Stephen

Foster, otolaryngologist.

Whatever.

All right, I'm going to work with you.
I'll squeeze this in between the stroke

victim and the guy who got hit by a
train. Thank you. You're welcome. Hey!

Your congratulations are in order.

What are you talking about? A wife and a
medical degree all in one day? And I'm

counting the hours until I don't have
either.

All right, I have the chart on Donnelly
here, the first Hill Ridge victim.

The circumstances were almost identical
to Foster's killing. They both were shot

twice, went to the base of the skull and
the second time through the heart.

And they both were shot from behind at
long distances.

We're looking for a professional
sharpshooter.

Sounds like a warm and welcoming
community you live in.

Amanda Bentley, Pathology.

Yes, he'll be right down.

Steve, you're not going to believe this.
You have a patient waiting for you

downstairs.

Right. I'm not joking. They want you
down their stat.

That means fast.

I know.

Well... What am I going to do?

What are you going to do? You treat him.

Examine him.

Comfort him.

Most importantly, don't hurt him. It's
part of the Hippocratic Oath. I never

took the Hippocratic Oath.

You... Kidding me? In that cool jacket?

That fancy name tag? You could have
fooled me. You're enjoying this, aren't

Yes, I am. All those times you dragged
me into doing police work. All those

times I stood face -to -face with death.

You never stood face -to -face with
death.

All the times mistakenly thought I was
standing face -to -face with death. This

is payback time.

There's some rubber gloves in that
dispenser on the wall in case you need

In case I need them for what?

Probing.

You're coming with me. I need a console.

Doctor.

Well, hiya, Doc.

I hope you don't mind, but I remembered
you said you were the ear, nose, and

throat guy.

Well, I've been putting off getting this
sinus thing checked out for the longest

time. But who better to check me than
Paul's brother?

Yes, who better?

Mr. Maloney, this is Dr. Travis. He's a
promising young physician here. Learning

at the feet of the master.

Wow. Guess I picked the right doctor.

So where did you transfer from?

Uh, private practice.

So, uh, Dr. Travis, what would your
first diagnostic move be?

Well, I think I would begin by examining
the patient.

Good answer.

You're right, he's a smart one.

You know, Paul never spoke too much
about his family.

Which of you takes after your dad?

Or sister?

No, then, uh...

Which end of the depressor do you use?

Uh, this one. Now, open wide.

Shouldn't you be examining the patient?

Well, I need a baseline for the purposes
of comparison.

Say ah.

Ah.

Yeah. Mm -hmm.

Well, it's a good thing I decided to
take a look. This tonsil back here is

pretty inflamed.

This one back here.

We'll discuss that tonsil later, Doctor,
but I'm afraid I may have to take it

out. Whatever you think.

You know, it's a terrible shame about
Paul.

I just can't imagine why anyone would
want to harm a man like your brother.

Neither can I.

All righty then, let's just have a look,
shall we? Uh -huh.

Can I get a new one of those?

That one's kind of wet.

Oh, you know what?

We won't even use a tongue depressor.

That's how good he is.

You know,

I think I'll refer you to one of our
allergists.

Huh? We only have one allergist.

That's the one I'm going to refer you
to.

Good, because I'd like to get to the
bottom of this.

See to it, will you, Dr. Travis, and
make it snappy. We're late for round.

Hi, I'm Paul Foster's sister -in -law.

The house around the corner, the stucco
one with tile roof.

They're all stucco.

And they all have time.

4 -5 -0.

The TV's broken. I think the cable's
out.

I'm not going to have a look.

Sorry we're late.

Dr. Travis invited me to go on rounds
with him.

Oh, please stop us charging.

The doctor invited himself.

Yeah, I got to maintain my cover.

Someone's already come to check on it.
With my luck, the whole community will

show up for an exam.

Well, while you guys were on your
rounds, we were busy getting the

analysis done.

That was fast work.

Deceased, deceased, deceased.

What's going on?

All the guests at the party were already
dead.

Well, that's impossible. They didn't
look dead. They didn't eat.

They didn't breathe. They didn't even
smell bad.

And he says he isn't a doctor.

Oh, come on. You guys cooked this up,
didn't you? This is a joke.

No joke and no mistake.

Honey, I'm home.

Why did you knock?

Married couples don't knock. They barge
in.

At least that's what my ex -husband did.

It's one of the reasons I divorced him.

And where have you been all day?

I would expect to be abandoned by my ex
-husband like that, but you're a cop.

You're supposed to be a more responsible
spouse.

Aren't you getting into this marriage
world just a little too much?

For your information, while you were out
playing doctor all day, I was busy

investigating.

There were people walking their dogs.

The dogs looked drugged.

So did the people, for that matter.

Really? There were workmen.

They were supposed to be workmen. They
weren't working. They were watching me.

Why wouldn't they watch you? You're new
here. You're pretty.

You really think I'm pretty?

Look, just get to the point, will you?

There were milkmen delivering milk. Now,
who delivers milk these days? Uh,

milkmen.

Okay, how about this one? I asked the
cable repairman to come check my

reception. He came without an
appointment.

Now, that is strange.

Did you run those prints?

Yeah, we ran to Prince.

Well, are you going to tell me about it
willingly and get over with, or am I

going to have to pester it out of you?

Well, we don't have the whole story yet.

And I'm sure there's a perfectly good
explanation.

But the fingerprints of every resident
at that party last night belonged to

someone who was already deceased.

Dead people?

Let's not rush to judgment. Let's just
get the facts. This is better than alien

replicants. I've got to call my editor.
You're not calling anyone.

The story's too big to sit on.

You don't have a story, unless you're
going to make one up.

We're talking dead people.

I'm not letting you out of this room
until you promise me you're not going to

call anyone.

I just don't want to get scooped. You
won't.

Whatever this place is hiding, they've
been doing it for a long time, and

they'll do anything to protect it. We
have to be careful.

Now promise me.

Okay, I promise.

I'm just a comet reporter, remember?

I trust you.

Bell

changing

a light bulb.

He's dead.

I wonder.

You think the alien replicants got him?

I think your wife needs you.

You okay?

I'm tired.

My mom's upset.

I've seen enough death for one lifetime.

Take me home.

Where are you going?

To sleep on the couch again.

Remember?

Don't, please. After everything that
happened today, I really don't want to

alone.

Would you mind staying up here tonight?

Not at all, honey.

But I'm not ready to have you back in my
bed yet.

It's all right. I'll sleep in the
recliner.

Let's just try and get them to sleep,
okay?

Always love the recliner.

Good night, honey.

Good night, darling.

Thanks. Listen, I gotta go, but do me a
favor, will you?

Stay out of trouble.

No more walks around the neighborhood.

What's a new day?

Something terrible is going on in this
neighborhood. I intend to find out what.

This is a murder investigation.

I don't want to come back here and find
out you're the latest victim.

I won't be.

I promise.

I mean it, Shelby.

I know you do.

Charles Harris had a contusion on his
forehead undoubtedly caused by the fall

from the ladder.

He also had a badly twisted ankle from
the same fall.

But what killed him was a broken neck.
Plain and simple. I couldn't find

anything else. I looked. Trust me.

I just don't buy this as an accident.

The guy that threatened me at the party
just happens to die in his own house

changing a light bulb.

You found traces of Synthroid in Harris'
system.

Nothing significant, just a therapeutic
dosage. What's Synthroid?

It's a thyroid replacement drug.

Well, didn't you say Paul Foster had an
enlarged thyroid?

Yes, but he died from gunshot wounds,
not thyroid disease.

Yeah, but I still think we ought to do a
few more tests to find out what else

our two bodies have in common.

All right, this is a partial gene
sequence on both men, but the number of

correlations is no fluke. What's the
percentage?

You tell me.

I'll highlight some.

Three out of four.

What's it mean?

Well, if Amanda were to run a test on
you and me, we'd match up about 50 % of

the time. Because I'm your father, I
contributed 50 % of your genetic

Your mother contributed the other half.

There's only one way that two people can
match up 75 % of the time.

They were brothers.

And they kept that a secret even though
they lived across the street from each

other? Why?

What the hell is going on?

I don't know.

It certainly puts a different spin on
Harris' threat.

You know, he knew you were an imposter.

He probably thought you had something to
do with Paul's death.

He was terrified of you.

Did Shelby ever explain why Paul Foster
contacted her, of all people?

Well, I assume it's because she was the
only person that would listen to a story

about alien replicants.

I wonder.

Hi.

Am I looking at the same guy that gave
me the gift subscription to Smithsonian

Magazine? Yes, you are. But I'll tell
you something. I think I want to

to Comet Magazine.

This stuff is great.

Did you know that there's an entire
civilization of trolls living 11 miles

Mount Edna?

No, I must have missed that chapter in
social studies. Well, my guy told me to

about it because she wrote an article.

And she did a three -parter in here on
spontaneous human combustion.

You know that just one extra burger boy
with cheese causes your body to pass

critical mass to go up in flames?

Why are you doing this?

Because I wanted to find out what the
connection between Paul Foster and

was.

Well, she said he called from Hill Ridge
Estates.

I think she knew him long before he ever
arrived in Hill Ridge.

You're kidding.

Look at this.

Just after the article on the rat people
living in the sewers of New York,

there's a genuine piece of journalism
right there.

About the bigger staff crime family in
Miami, she mentioned it the other day.

This was written seven months ago.

Four days before a big bus took that
family down. Now the Godfather family

on trial this week in Miami.

So you think Foster was the unnamed
source that she mentions in the article?

think when he found himself in trouble,
he called the one person he thought he

could trust. But what kind of trouble?

And don't say alien replicas.

Look at this Miami newspaper.

The four principal witnesses in the
Biggerstaff case have been put under

protective custody.

And all the residents at the Hill Ridge
Estates have assumed names.

And all the fingerprints match up with
dead people. Are tax dollars over?

Except out of the four protected
witnesses, three are dead.

Well, our tax dollars don't work that
well.

Well, at least we know how the three
victims are connected and why they were

killed. We don't know who the fourth
witness is, and we don't know who's

to kill them.

Headed back to Hill Ridge? Yeah, I think
it's time to find out what's really

going on.

Hello, Dr. Foster.

Hey, Bill.

Want to get the gate for me?

Andrew, I can see you.

It was a geranium, wasn't it?

I was supposed to plant narcissus.

Lieutenant Steve Sloan, LAPD.

I want to talk to the man in charge.

That's good, because he wants to talk to
you.

We already know who you are, Lieutenant.

But thanks for your willingness to
share.

Oh, and thanks for the soda.

It's a well -stocked kitchen you've got
here. Thank you.

Now it's your turn for the ID.

And not the one that says Clifton
Maloney.

Your real ID, your FBI badge.

Who said anything about FBI?

Unless you guys have turned the witness
protection program over to the Forest

Service. You're FBI.

I assume you've increased security on
the fourth witness in the bigger staff

trial. That's very good, Lieutenant.

But since you're fishing for his name,
I'll just cross you off the list of

potential assassins. I appreciate that.

What I don't appreciate is you keeping a
secret from the local authorities.

Specifically me.

It's federal jurisdiction.

Dead bodies keep turning up in my
jurisdiction.

Oh, and I suppose that justifies you
coming in here undercover and

blowing the entire thing.

Oh, no, you guys are doing a great job
of that all by yourselves.

Three dead witnesses out of four.

You ever consider it might be an insider
job?

Now, wait a minute. It seems to me you
could use some help from some objective,

like the LAPD.

Okay. You want in?

You find out what your lady friend was
doing here the night Paul Foster was

killed.

See, our perimeter surveillance cameras
caught her on film.

She lured him to the north fence.

He was shot on his way there.

Those shots came from behind. She
couldn't have done it. No, but she's

involved. She wouldn't have been there
at all.

She's probably involved in two other
murders as well.

We just can't get her to tell us how.

Where is she?

She's here.

She's fine.

She better be.

Get her.

You know, you really should have brought
me in on this earlier.

Took us a while to check you out,
Lieutenant.

And then we were hoping she was going to
slip up and tell you something.

And all you got was the sound of running
water.

She's a very attractive woman.

You got enough to charge her?

Not yet.

But we will.

Steve.

Thank God.

You all right?

Yeah.

Good. Shall we turn around? I'm placing
you under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

What? What do you think you're doing,
Lieutenant?

I'm arresting her for interfering with a
police investigation.

You can't do that.

Will you prefer I take her in as a
material witness in a homicide? I prefer

leave her here.

I've got legitimate charges I can bring
against her. You don't.

As soon as you do, let me know. I'll
return her to your custody.

In the meantime, she's my prisoner and
she's going to my jail.

You're interfering with a federal
investigation, Lieutenant Sloan.

Under the circumstances, it's my sworn
duty to interfere.

You can't even keep your own witnesses
alive.

This isn't over.

You got that right. As soon as he uncuts
me, I'm going to strangle him.

Keys. Give him the keys.

If you take me to jail, I'll kill you. I
swear it.

Tell me you don't believe him.

You make it kind of hard when he keeps
threatening to kill you.

Look, you've been playing the sullen cop
for 45 minutes. Are you going to uncuff

me and we can talk about this or not?

I really should arrest you, you know. I
didn't kill Paul Foster.

I know.

Well, then why are you pulling this it's
my sworn duty thing on Maloney? Because

I can't leave you with someone who might
have already killed three people.

Now tell me about Paul Foster and this
time tell me everything.

He was my source inside the bigger staff
crime family.

Seven months later, he calls me up and
he tells me he's got this even bigger

story.

His life is in danger.

And he needs me to help him survive.

So he arranged for you to meet him
outside the Hill Ridge Estates that

I didn't lure him to his death. I didn't
have anything to do with any of it.

You believe me, don't you?

You make it difficult.

I know.

I mean really difficult.

I know.

I can't believe this.

What, that you're falling for the scum
of the earth?

No.

I can't believe I'm falling for someone
who would call me the scum of the earth.

I never said that.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Wow. Then?

You really believe in spontaneous human
combustion?

Let me show you how it works.

Ah, I see you're still on the Hillward
State case.

You know, he's not really a doctor.

He just likes to pretend.

So then I opened up the back of the
phone truck, and I see all this

inside. Minister cameras, parabolic
microphones, even ammunition.

All of a sudden, a couple guys grabbed
me, and they tossed me inside.

The truck was parked in front of the
wall. How'd you know?

Just a guess, because at your dinner
party, Kathleen Overton said her home

whammy. Where the bigger staffs
operated.

Nice guess.

No job at the Comet?

No, thanks.

So we know that Frank Wolverton was the
fourth witness, but we're still no

closer to finding the killer.

I think the FBI is behind it all. I
think this is a conspiracy that reaches

the highest level of our federal
government.

Sorry, sometimes I can't help myself.

Did you see Frank Wolverton at all
today?

I did see his wife, though. She said he
was hiding while the workmen buffed her

new hardwood floors.

She's obsessed.

More than that.

You noticed more than you thought you
noticed.

Amanda, I'd like you to do a recheck on
an autopsy for me.

I'm giving her back.

I already called Maloney. He knows we're
coming.

Boy, the Wolvers is really a nice place.

She's not in handcuffs.

When I changed my mind about arresting
her, I decided to start dating her

instead.

Well, now, Mrs. Wolverton, you were
absolutely right to redecorate places

me. Thank you, Dr. Sloan.

Tiffany, I absolutely just love him.

And a Persian rug.

Oh, much more attractive than shag. You
stop by for the home and garden tour?

I agree.

Shag sheds, and it's hard to vacuum.

Mm -hmm. Although, you know, Persian
rugs will shed, too, especially if

hand -tied like this one.

I had the medical examiner recheck the
autopsy report on that first murder

victim. Sure enough, the same kind of
carpet fibers on his pantsline.

Really?

He must have been visiting the Atleys. I
believe they have new rugs as well.

And that hardware floor, they sure can't
make a house a home, can't they?

That is, when the varnish dries.

They do tend to stay tacky for a while.

You know, even when Barney sits, it
still can be really sticky on your

Yes, I guess.

That's why we found tan bark from your
lawn on the bottom of Paul Foster's

the night he was murdered.

It stuck to the varnish that he had
picked up from your new floors.

Foster wasn't here the other night.

At least I didn't see him. Your wife
did.

He probably told her he was leaving
here. He was scared that he was going to

the next victim.

And your wife made sure he was.

And forensics also found some varnished
flecks on the entryway to Charles

Harris' home.

You tracked it in when you went in there
to kill him.

I'm being set up.

Frank, don't listen to them, please.

Kathleen, what have you done?

She used her designer touch on all three
of the other witnesses.

That's what she did.

And you were next.

I don't understand.

Of course you don't.

I wanted my life back.

Couldn't stand to live here for another
day.

When I found out about the amount of
money the bigger shots were offering for

witnesses, I couldn't pass it up.

And since you're a crack shot... Skeet.

Off the back of Daddy's yacht.

I thought you loved me.

I loved you in Miami.

I didn't love you in California.

This isn't home, Frank.

No matter how much redecorating I did,
it would never be home.

You would trade my life for a house in
Miami?

The right house.

Put her in handcuffs.

How'd you figure this one out?

Good forensics, logical deductions, and
one very big kiss.

It's gonna make a great story.

You know what's so cool about it?

What's that?

There aren't any mutants in it.

I thought you loved mutants.

It's not a job requirement for working
at the Comet?

I think I might sit on this story for a
week or two.

What do you think about that?

Why would you do that?

Give the FBI a chance to relocate some
of its witnesses.

Well, how about that?

A reporter with integrity.

How about that?

A cop with attitude.

I left my makeup in the bathroom.

I'll be right back. Then we can stop
playing Dr. and Mrs. Foster.

Yeah, I guess we can.

There's no one listening anymore, you
know.

I know.