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Morning, sleepyhead.

You little faker.

You did not fool me.

I did, too. You did not.

Okay, you did.

Come on, Papa. It's time to get up.

Not unless you wake me.

All right.

You ask for it. Give me the car.

Tickle time. Tickle time.

Okay, Benjamin.

Come on, seriously now. Time to get up, Papa. I don't want to go to school.

Well, you have to. I want to see Daddy instead.

You're going to see your father on Friday.

In three days? Why so long?

Because you're busy and he's busy, and that's just the way it is, Benjamin.

Come on. Come on.

Hey,

if you're ready in a half an hour, I just might be willing to go by Mickey

on the way to school.

That's right. Come on, hurry up.

Hey, what's up?

Dead guy's Paul Kisdale, 46.

His housekeeper discovered the body when she got back from the supermarket.

Force entry?

Looks like no, but the housekeeper says they never lock their doors during the

day. Okay.

He's got a wife. We're tracking her down.

Hope she's got a strong stomach.

It's right over here.

Hey.

Top of the morning, Inspector.

Yeah, just the fact that I didn't know embroidery.

All work and no play.

You know if we found a weapon?

Crampton says no weapon on the premises, though the shooter most likely used the

Browning 9mm taken from inside the house.

Danny, you just said there was no weapon.

But there is an open box of ammo and an empty Browning gun box in the bedroom.

Well, the killer probably took the victim's gun and used it on him, which

probably bought for personal protection.

How many shots fired?

She tested the torso.

Ballistics is already working the slug.

A couple of houses have been burglarized in the past month.

Maybe the victim walked in on a repeat performance.

What are the neighbors saying?

Not much that helped. I haven't even heard the shots.

Probably had the TV turned off too loud.

Regis and whatever the new one's name is.

Kelly.

Where is my husband?

How can he do this to me?

Let me go. No, let go.

He? You think she knows who did this?

Yeah, well, I guess that would be our job to find that out, huh?

Oh, Kathy, Magda and Jenny are just about to interview the victim's wife and

bodies en route to the ME for autopsy.

And?

Well, Magda also said there's a ton of forensics they're sorting out, and I was

wondering, I mean, assuming they agree, of course, if I could act as their

liaison for crime scene.

The crime scene in general?

We'll do a certain crime scene tech in particular.

You know the one you're always talking to? The cute one? What's his name?

Gorilla? Don Gorilla?

Oh, we're just friends.

Same class at the academy.

Sure. You can act as go -between. Just make sure that you run everything by

Ginny and Magda.

And don't get in anyone's way.

You're nobody to these inspectors until you prove them otherwise.

There's a comforting thought.

It's been a...

A couple of hours arm -wrestling your friend at INF.

I hope you made him say uncle.

Not yet, unfortunately.

He's running our request up the slide call, but deporting your witness is a

definite possibility.

She's not going to cooperate if that's still an option. Her lawyer made that

pretty clear.

I still don't get homicide on this.

Clarissa Wilkins ran somebody over with her car. I mean, it's negligence at

worst. Yeah, but it's more than just not paying attention. She was talking on

her cell phone when she ran that red light. It's reckless. It's a felony.

And now my witness is going to be thrown out of the country on some kind of

technicality. Yeah, I don't think it's a technicality.

Apparently this Rose Vargas has been running from INS for years.

Yeah, like six billion other people. Why can't the INS pick on one of them

first?

Because this one hit the front page of the Gazette. And we all have a boss to

answer to.

Any other witnesses?

No, we're still re -canvassing, but nothing yet.

Captain, this witness was made in heaven. She was standing on the curb.

the victim crossing with the light. She saw everything. We're not going to find

somebody else to make our case like this. We may have to. We can't let that

happen.

Is there something I'm missing?

No, it's just that every time I see somebody running a stop sign or a red

they're talking on their cell phone, blah, blah, blah, blah. God knows what.

Nobody's paying any attention to the road. And I swear these things are a

plague.

Okay, she's your witness.

I'm holding a marker, Diana. I hate to do this because next time it's their

back, it's fresh.

Thank you.

Sure.

Do we have to do this so soon?

We understand how difficult this must be, but it's important that we begin our

work.

Especially since you have some idea who might have done this.

I'm sorry?

Your words when you came into the house...

How could he do this to me?

Oh.

I was talking about my husband.

I know it, look, I know it must sound selfish, but I was reacting to how

alone I'm going to be.

Did he live in the house with you?

No. Justin lives on campus at Cal.

Has he been to the house recently?

Not in several weeks.

Actually, he's away for a few days.

A tennis tournament at the university in Davis.

How did Justin and his father get along?

They got along fine.

Under the circumstances?

What circumstances?

Uh, Paul was not Justin's natural father.

He, my, my, my first husband died almost a year and a half ago.

When did you marry Paul?

Last February.

I had known Paul for years. He was my husband's business partner.

Mrs. Tiddale, we'd appreciate it if maybe you could take another look around

house and put together a list of anything that might be missing.

The wife's alibi checks out. She was with three friends eating chicken Caesar

salad when the murder went down. She could have hired a killer.

Friends say the honeymoon never ended.

Two dead husbands in less than two years?

What about the burglary angle?

The M .O. macked with the others in the neighborhood, smashing graph junkies

most likely.

He's got lines out to people on the street.

Oh, boy.

No can do.

What does that mean, no can do?

It means, Inspector, that my client is no longer able to testify consonant to

her so -called initial statement about this regrettable traffic incident.

Come on, Roy.

We held up our end of the bargain here. INS has backed off. Mrs. Vargas, you

have nothing to worry about.

Circumstances have changed.

What circumstances?

Apparently, your officer on the scene misinterpreted my client's initial

statement.

She never saw the driver talking on the cell phone or run a red light. Her

English is very limited, so I'm guessing it was the language thing that

contributed to the misunderstanding.

I want you to look at this.

I want you to look at it. He was a 70 -year -old man.

Minding his own business, carrying a cake to his granddaughter's birthday

when this woman, who obviously had better things to do than to pay

the road, went out and mowed him down.

I informed the victim's family, and I held his granddaughter while she cried.

What exactly would you like me to tell them now?

If she got the deal you wanted, Roy, could you find someone to explain to her

that we will subpoena her into court? And it doesn't matter whether she signs

the statement or not. If she lies in court, she will face perjury and

charges.

I can't control what my clients saw.

Come on, Ruthie.

Fine.

You just blew it with the INS, because I'm going to see to it personally that

she is deported after she testifies.

That sort of threat is not helping matters, Inspector. It's not a threat,

We will go to the INS immediately.

Now, have you let your client know that?

I can't put words in their mouth.

And forcing her to go on a witness stand and lie is not going to serve any of

us.

Hey, lots of good stuff on forensics.

The captain okayed me running with this. I hope he don't lie.

I'm cool with it.

Okay.

Paul Tinsdale was killed at close range, probably less than four feet.

Any powder burns on his body, gunshot residue on his clothes?

Powder burns, yes, but the gunshot residue is not what they expected to

There were fibers, bright yellow ones, rubber or steel. Ever hear of anything

like that?

Why don't you look into it? But there's more.

The bullets used to kill him were from the house, but the murder weapon wasn't

the victim's brownie. Taking it was just part of the ruse.

What bruise? Well, the killer obviously wanted this to look like a robbery.

Forensics is pretty sure that a silencer was used.

Silencer is all about premeditated murder.

Shooter was in the house to kill Paul Tisdale.

I will not believe this moron. The district attorney must really be

standards. They won't even file a vehicular manslaughter. Witness going

sideways, no case.

How can you blame them? They're not going to go to court with one hand tied

behind their back. We have more than just the witness. We have the driver's

phone record. She was on that phone all day. She had to be talking when it

happened. Had to be doesn't make it so. I mean, those records aren't that

precise. They only show minute -by -minute increments. We can't pinpoint

what she was doing exactly at the time of the impact.

Are you fighting me on this?

No, I'm just saying I'm not convinced that this is a felony, even if she was

the phone.

You know, Faith, those things are a part of life now. I'm constantly on my cell

phone when I'm driving, and I'd hate to think that I'm facing jail time if I

have an accident.

Okay, let me put it to you this way.

You're running late for court, and you're putting makeup on in your car.

I don't put makeup on in my car, Nate.

Say you did.

If you hit somebody, does that make you a felon?

If I voluntarily distracted myself, that's reckless behavior.

A felony.

Okay, a mom takes her eyes off the road to yell at her rowdy kid in the backseat

of the car. Is she going straight to San Quentin?

Okay, I don't blame the mother, but I do blame the driver here. She's lying to

protect her ass. She said she wasn't on the phone, that she was momentarily

blinded by the sun.

It's too bad our only witness is probably spooked by the INS.

She was very clear on what she saw.

She had no real reason to fear deportation.

The only reason that I can think of why she's not cooperating is someone got to

her first.

The union was trying to organize his workers.

Paul convinced himself the higher labor costs would run him out of business.

With all the name -calling and the lawsuits, it's a wonder the man didn't

from the stress first.

Was there a specific union official we should be talking to?

I was out of that loop.

But I do know Justin Spidell was on top of the situation.

We were told that Mrs. Tisdale's son is in college.

Berkeley's only half an hour from the factory.

Since his father's death, Justin's been spending a lot of time there.

Protecting his mother's interest, is how he put it.

He doesn't trust his stepfather?

As far as I know, they got along fine.

Business was never better.

Alice must be having a hell of a time keeping it together.

I mean, nursing her first husband through all his depressions, then the

now this.

Her first husband killed himself?

Hung himself in the bedroom.

At least she's got her son.

He's always been like a rock for her.

We'll make this as quick as possible, Mrs. Fizdale. Why now?

He's exhausted.

It took him over two hours to drive back from Davis.

Justin, we understand you worked with your stepfather. That's why we need to

speak with you.

Do you think the business had anything to do with it?

Well, it's a possibility.

I knew it.

Paul took everything so seriously. I... I tried to get him to relax, but he

could be so stubborn.

Ma 'am, we really need to talk with your son.

Okay, fine.

Just ask him whatever you want.

We'd rather do that alone.

My stepfather was great at running a plating line, keeping it from the black.

but he left something to be desired when it came to dealing with the employees.

They were willing to listen when the union officials came running, huh?

I don't blame them. I told Paul we should have given them a health plan.

We heard your stepfather got into it pretty good with the union officials.

Oh, yeah, they've had some pretty tense phone conversations recently.

I can get you the names.

Okay.

My father, he never let things get out of hand like Paul did.

My father understood what it meant to allow somebody their dignity.

Sounds like you miss him.

Of course I do.

It must have been tough. I mean, here your father dies, and six months later

your mother's suddenly getting remarried.

It obviously was something she needed to do.

It's only natural to be resentful.

Resentful's a strong word.

Sure, maybe Mom should have waited out of respect for my father, but you have

idea how she suffered because of his sickness.

And in the end, I just wanted her to be happy.

You ever share these feelings with your stepfather?

I kept them to myself.

Now, if you'll excuse me, my mother needs me.

Double shot latte, low fat milk, one sugar.

Wow. Okay, we had coffee like once three months ago and you remember how I like

it? Palm pilot.

Allows me to take instantaneous notes on any important information I come

across.

I saw you in the gym this morning. You're in that treadmill pretty hard.

Well, I'm there every morning by seven.

I know.

You following me, Dom?

Me?

So, um, you got anything for me?

Well, we're nowhere on the residue.

It looks like it came from the silencer.

Yeah, well, I figured that.

I'm on the web, hundreds of sites.

This one caught my eye. How to make a down and dirty homemade silencer.

It's scary how many people spend their time thinking about this stuff.

Well, maybe we'll find out the recipe that our killer used.

Yeah. Oh, excuse me one second.

Washington.

Oh, hi, Magda.

Right. I'm all over it.

Okay.

Well, this can wait. I have to get Allison and Paul Tisdale's credit card

stabbed, so... Don't let me stop you. Okay.

I'll see you.

Bye.

I can't believe the nightmares I'm having. My boss thinks I should see the

company psychologist.

You feeling guilty, Clarissa?

Wouldn't you be?

Because you were talking on your cell phone when it happened.

No. I've been through this. This was not my fault. This was an accident.

Phone records indicate otherwise.

Am I supposed to even be talking to you?

I mean, my lawyer said that everything was supposed to go through him.

That's your choice.

Am I being charged?

No. The DA hasn't decided whether or not to press charges yet.

I've already given my statement.

Okay, well, let's talk about another situation.

Why Rosa Vargas is backing off her statement against you. I can't talk

that. If it makes you feel more comfortable, we can bring your lawyer

You don't understand. I can't talk about any of this. Why not?

Because I need this job, okay?

Crap, here he comes.

Hello?

And you are?

Inspectors Basso and DiLorenzo, San Francisco Police.

Is this about the accident?

That's horrible what happened.

And we just have a few more questions for Ms. Wilkins.

Clarissa's been an absolute wreck. She's missed almost a week of work, and I'm

just glad to have her back.

Maybe you could finish this later?

She's just gotten herself together, and I'd hate to see her fall apart again.

Paul Fisdale was involved in some serious disputes with some union

We talked to them both, and either one of them was shedding tears. They both

verifiable alibis.

So let's put the business motive aside. What about the stepson?

Well, we're still checking him, but it looks like he was two hours away when

murder happened. Okay, thank you. Oh, I just heard back from a credit card

company. Check this out.

Three months before the first husband committed suicide, there was a metal

finishers convention in Las Vegas. He attended with Allison.

Paul Tisdale was there, too.

The convention ended, like, on a Sunday.

Allison stayed a few extra days.

And what about the second husband?

So did he.

Well, that doesn't put them together. They bought gambling chips at the same

casino for three straight days.

Oh, come on. We knew that she was doing him before the first husband killed him.

Oh, we don't know that for sure.

He got married right away.

Ginny's probably right.

And if the stepson blamed his father's suicide on the affair, then he'd have

reason to go after the stepfather. There's your motive.

Shakespearean. It's right out of Hamlet.

Claudius killed his brother, old Hamlet, and marries Gertrude, his brother's

widow. Hamlet finds out and plots to kill Claudia.

Of course, those little nuts in the process.

Well, it's worth a thought.

That was very good, Captain.

Except our Hamlet has an alibi.

No, alibi or not, something's rotten in the state of Denmark.

You went to your teacher for help after school today?

Mm -hmm.

And you studied at Grandma's house before doing these problems?

Yeah. Well, I don't know, Papa. You're not doing very well. I mean, you got

three right out of ten.

Benjamin, I don't think getting a C is very funny.

Me neither.

Well, is there something you want to share with me, then?

Not really.

Benjamin.

Do you want to know?

Yes.

It's your boobs, Mommy.

Look, I can see them right there.

Benjamin, just... I want you to redo these problems, okay? And I don't want

to stop until they're right.

Well, Justin called last night. He said you might want to talk to me.

Did he say why?

It wasn't any big deal.

He just figured since we've been together a while and I spend a lot of

their house that you'd have some questions.

Must be.

Pretty upset over his stepfather's murder.

I mean, God, right in the den.

Who wouldn't be freaked?

He sure had a lot of tragedy in his life.

Really?

You know, Justin even blames himself for what happened to his father.

He could have done something to stop it.

Did he say that to you?

Well, not exactly.

But Jess keeps a lot inside.

I think that's why he gets all the stomach pains and that.

I can tell they've been getting worse lately.

Did he say what was bothering him?

No.

But he called me the night before from Davis, and he said his stomach was

hurting him.

He wasn't sure if he was going to play his match the next day.

Did he play?

I don't know. I mean, I wasn't even surprised he told me that much.

Usually, if he feels sick, he calls his mother.

Oh. They're close.

I'm always kidding him about being a mama's boy.

Did that bother you?

I guess.

You know, she calls him three times a day, sends him care packages, homemade

food, still buys all his clothes.

Wow, sounds like she gets in the way. Yeah.

In more ways than you'd think.

Do you want to finish that thought?

Justin's a good -looking guy.

I'm not exactly a neophyte, if you know what I mean.

We've been together almost a year. All I've really done is made out.

That's all.

Can we move on from that?

I can't think of another reason.

I just got off the phone with one of Clarissa Wilkins' customers. They were

the phone about five minutes before this victim was hit.

Apparently, he wasn't too pleased with Clarissa's performance. He was blaming

her, threatening to pull his account.

Clarissa freaked out. She started crying. She was begging him for another

chance. Did the customer know why? Well, he wasn't sure, but I got a feeling

that it was because she was terrified of her boss's reaction, this guy Mark

Parker. Yeah, he's the same guy that shielded her from our questions out of

concern for her mental state.

I think we need to talk to her again and find out why.

Why would she say another word?

You have no leverage.

She doesn't know that.

That was a pretty quiet lunch. What's up?

I'm just thinking.

Got a lot going on right now.

Anything about the case?

No. Okay.

Gabe?

No, not at the moment, anyway.

Were you guys working things out, or what? Sort of.

After he told me he was leaving me, I called him to apologize.

I left him a message. He didn't call me back.

So I called again a couple nights later. He answered, and I called him outside.

And?

And he accepted my apology. And then he asked me about Ben, and that's pretty

much all we talk about now.

Neither one of us is brave enough to bring up anything else.

It's better anyway.

So then what's bothering you?

Ben. I think he noticed me for the first time.

Noticed what?

I mean, my boobs.

Jimmy, that's not funny.

Yes, it is. No, it isn't.

It's not the first time he saw me, but, you know, it was different this time.

It's like he saw me as a woman.

Oh, at least your family's making a distinction between their sexes. Mine

like a big locker room.

You expect them to parade around in their underwear? I felt fortunate when

actually wore underwear. Oh, God, didn't he make them weird?

You think I should start setting boundaries, Benjamin?

Oh, Meg, now what's the big deal? He's a seven -year -old boy.

Yeah, but, you know, he's growing up. Maybe we should start respecting each

other's privacy.

I just don't think you should be dressed about it. The last thing you want is

him getting all of it. Hey!

I think your Hamlet theory just got a shot in the arm.

Well, some boy's been mouthing off about his wicked stepfather.

Well, not quite, but I don't think he's come to terms with his father's suicide

just yet. What about his alibi?

Well, he confirmed that he did not make his scheduled tennis match, but until we

hear otherwise, he was still two hours away when the murder went down.

Well, I just got off the phone with the forensics expert from Quantico.

I told him that we believe the murder weapon was modified with a silencer and

about the residue found on Paul Tisdale's body. They agree.

The fibers were most likely from the homemade silencer.

Could they tell what the fibers were?

Not really. These silencers are so easy to make from stuff people have in their

houses. Anybody can do it, even a college student.

The RA told me I could find Justin here. You his roommate?

So you're a cop?

What, I don't look like a cop?

No. You actually look like somebody who sits behind me in abnormal psych.

So who sent you?

My captain, actually.

Nice try, but you can tell your friends this is not funny.

Justin is hurting really bad. Yeah, I feel this, too. I'm sure he does, but

not kidding about being a cop.

Okay, officer.

What do you want?

I was hoping to take a look around his side.

Don't you need a warrant for all that?

Technically, unless you let me in.

Why the hell would I do that?

This can't be good for Justin.

I'm not going to lie to you, Keith. My being here is not good for Justin.

But there's no need for attitude, okay?

I mean, you didn't have anything to do with his stepfather getting killed, did

you? Hell no.

And neither did Justin.

Well, then, neither of you have anything to hide.

Two minutes. If anybody asks you, you're with the external neighbors.

You ever think about hiring a maid?

This is college.

Yeah, well, it doesn't smell so fresh.

Justin? There you go.

Bingo.

Neat.

Mind if I take this?

I'm empty.

Tennis balls, huh? Yep.

As soon as I saw this can in his room, it hit me. The bright yellow and rubber

fibers found on the victim's body. Tennis balls.

So I went back to the website and found a bunch of instruction manuals using

them as part of a homemade silencer.

And I had Ballistic make this up for me. This is probably what Justin used.

Hold on a minute. Did you match the fibers from the victim's body to the

that were in that can? Well, forensic said that could take weeks, so I'm

definitely thinking we should give them a go -ahead.

Assuming you didn't violate search and seizure to get into the room.

Otherwise, we can't use the can or anything else that we might find. I know

rules, Jenny.

I identified myself as a police officer and got the roommate's unequivocal

consent before entering.

I only took the can because it was in plain sight after I got his permission.

Tennis ball thing is pure speculation.

Okay. Well, then let's think about what might have happened. Justin plays

tennis, right?

So he goes on the web searching for instructions on how to make a silencer.

which one jumps out at him? The one using tennis balls.

It's a good thought, but it is speculation.

We can't go to a judge and ask for a warrant with speculation.

We have to establish probable cause that Justin Spidell was involved in the

murder. Maybe this will help. Not only did he miss his scheduled tennis match,

but he missed lunch that day, too.

And no one I spoke to remembers seeing him until dinner. He told his mother he

was there the entire day.

He doesn't protest too much, but things... Well, whatever. He definitely

his alibi.

Either way, now I'm hearing probable cause.

So I'll work on a warrant for this dorm room and his mother's house.

Benjamin?

Come on. It's time to get dressed and brush your teeth.

Okay?

Ben? Come on. I'm not kidding.

It's time to get up.

Let's go. Come on.

I don't want to get up yet.

Not today,

okay? Not today. I just have a lot on my mind. I have no time to fool around.

What's the matter? Nothing. You just need to get up.

Did I do something to make you get mad at me?

No, Papi, you didn't do anything wrong.

Okay? Just come on.

Get up.

Look, let me just tell you, your client has been less than truthful with us

here. What do you expect? You're looking at her off a manslaughter. I'm getting

more suspicious by the minute.

Look, we think that there may be mitigating factors here involving her

If you tell us the whole story now, we are more than willing to be reasonable

about this.

What do you think?

If your client tells us what she knows, in return, we'll talk to the D .A. about

a reduced plea.

No jail time.

That's it. We'll talk to the D .A.

I was on the phone when I hit that man.

My boss, Mark Parker, had called me to tell me one of my accounts was in

trouble.

He went nuts on me, said he was going to ruin me.

I was crying so much, I couldn't see.

The next thing I remember, that awful thump in front of my car.

When we came to your office, you said he told you not to talk to us? It wasn't

only you. He didn't want me talking to anyone, even my lawyer.

What? Yes, he said I had nothing to worry about, and if I talked, it would

get me in more trouble.

Did he tell you what he meant by that exactly?

He said a criminal charge wasn't the end of this.

That the victim's family would probably sue me for damages, and if I said

anything, it would only come back to hurt me.

Give us a few minutes.

Talking to her boss on the phone is not much of a mitigating factor.

Yeah, but we had to bring up a deal to get her to talk at all.

I think we go after the boss for obstructing justice.

Well, we'll be.

You heard her in there. She was on company time. That company's ass is on

line. That's why he didn't want her to talk to anybody.

That's why our witness's memory suddenly went blank.

Wait, did she get bought off?

Yeah, and I guarantee it was cheap, considering the millions they stood to

out otherwise.

We can't prove that. I mean, you can spin the boss's words any way you want

but at the end of the day, he's just giving Clarissa good advice, the same

any lawyer would do. Yeah, but he's not her lawyer. He has his own agenda.

I still don't see how you could prove that.

I do.

Whoa, Justin could have toured a court in homemade gun silencers 101.

Did you get anything yet?

Not really.

Wait a second. I think I've got a letter here.

Is it from... It looks like his father's suicide note.

I know you love him more than you love me.

And I know there's no point in trying to compete with that any longer.

Justin blames Paul Tisdale for his father's death.

He killed him.

The captain was right. This is Hamlet.

Why do you want to talk to my son? He's already told you everything he knows.

Well, no, he hasn't come clean with us. He lied about where he was when your

husband was murdered.

You can't be serious.

Are you saying my son was involved?

Well, if he wasn't involved, then he deserves the opportunity to set us

straight. So why don't you just tell us where he is?

Why? Why in God's name would Justin want to hurt my husband?

Mrs. Hintale, you know why.

No.

We have the suicide note. It was in your son's dorm room. What suicide note? The

one Justin apparently found when he discovered the body.

I know you love him more than you love me. And I know there's no point in

to compete with that any longer.

My husband was a very sick man. You can't believe a word he said.

We also know about the affair and that you feel responsible for that.

But you didn't pull the trigger.

No.

This is all my fault.

How is this your fault?

You can't imagine how bad I felt.

For years, my husband kept sinking deeper and deeper into his black hole,

threatening to kill himself.

He needed my son with all I had.

Maybe... Maybe I kept him too close.

From the moment Justin was born, all I wanted to do was take care of him.

That's who your first husband is talking about in the note?

Your son?

Not Paul?

That's... That's why I remarried so soon. I knew I had to let Justin lead

own life. It wasn't fair to him.

But I... I guess, um...

I guess he couldn't let go of me.

Well, if...

If you love your son, you'll tell us where he is. No, no, no, no, no. I can't

give him that. Allison.

Allison, listen to me.

We're going to find him.

And I cannot guarantee that he won't get hurt or even killed in the process.

Now, can you live with that?

Destruction.

What are you smoking?

Very good stuff, Roy. The kind of stuff that puts low -rent shysters like

yourself out of business and into the pokey. Look, Roy, we know your client

didn't just lose her memory, okay? She saw that old man get hit front and

center, and we think she caught her sudden forgetfulness from you.

Yeah?

I didn't do nothing wrong. That's not how it looks here, Roy.

You know, my partner wants your head on a platter, but being the sympathetic guy

that my parents raised, I talked to her into showing a little mercy.

Yeah?

Maybe I should get myself an attorney.

Hey, either way, you're looking at a felony rap, okay?

Cooperate with us. Maybe we can recommend a minimum sentence.

Do I have you a word on cooperation?

Look, I'm the one with your best interest at heart. I was only

client's best interest.

These sons of bitches were coming after her hard.

What son of a bitches?

What's his name?

Parker? You know, the woman in the accident's boss?

They threatened that if my client didn't forget what happened, they'd blow the

whistle with the INS. Sounds to me like they didn't hold up their end of the

bargain. They went to the INS anyway.

Anyway.

The over the 25 grand.

Well, there's no way that...

Rosa Vargas is ever going to see that kind of money again.

And I'm sure you took the first five off the top for yourself.

Hey, I'm entitled to a living.

Well, right now, you're going to come upstairs to the division and you're

to put all this in writing. Wait, wait a minute. Hey, look, let's, let's, hey,

come on.

Hi, man.

You look good.

Justice Bidell, you're under arrest for the murder of Paul Tisdale. You have the

right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a

court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot accord an

one will be provided for you. Mom, look at me!

Mom!

Mom!

I'm thinking, listen.

Probably a mistake.

What?

Two cops having some drinks together after work?

I know, but it's... This is my captain. I mean, she... She

thinks I have this thing for you.

Oh, yeah?

You believe that?

What if she comes in here and sees us?

Let her.

They couldn't have broken the case without you.

Yeah. Thanks, but I pretty much doubt that anyone up there shares that

Raina!

You should go over there.

Do you mind?

Nah, you earned it.

Thanks.

Hey. How you doing? Fine. Good.

Bye.

You should have seen Mark Parker's face when we colored him, I swear.

I thought he was going to wet his pants.

That's the guy that was trying to steal your witness, right?

Yeah, yeah.

He kept going on about how it wasn't his fault and how he's got an obligation to

protect the stockholder's interest.

Oh, God.

What happened to the driver?

I've seen her pleading down to negligent operation of a motor vehicle to

probably get fined and probation.

I mean, look at all these people. It's like every time you turn around, they're

in your face. I really want to hear their conversation, I swear.

Cell phones, they are the end of civilization as we know it. You think

should pass them off? Yes, I do.

Actually, I'm thinking about going to Sacramento and talking to some people.

Good.

Guess what?

Justin Spidell gave it up on the land.

Ooh. Mm -hmm.

A son kills to have his mother all to himself.

Go figure.

That's sick.

I gotta go.

Everything okay? Yeah, everything's fine.

Bye. Bye.

What you doing?

Nothing. Nothing?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Benjamin, Mommy was thinking about the way she acted this morning, and then I

made you feel bad, and that was wrong.

It's all right, Mom.

And I'm sorry for what I said to you about your... about what I saw when you

were in your bathroom when we were doing homework.

Listen, I don't want you to feel bad about what you saw or what you said,

There was nothing wrong with it.

But isn't that why you reminded me this morning?

Why you didn't want to go in my bed?

No, no, no, no, no.

Benjamin, it's just I don't want you to feel funny if we see one another's

bodies, you know?

Okay.

Look at me for one minute, okay? I just want to say one more thing to you.

You know, pretty soon you're going to change.

And you're not going to want Mommy tickling you anymore.

You're not going to want me to see you undressed.

You're going to want to be with your friends more than me.

And one day, you know, I'll probably start to embarrass you.

And there's nothing wrong with that. It's all part of growing up.

You know?

All right?

But for now, the tickle monster is coming after you.

I'm going to get you.

Because I can.

What did you tell my mom, Tickle Monster? Mommy is gone.

I'm just a tickle monster.