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You look great, honey.

Margaret,
why are you so dressed up?

You look like you're going
to Catwoman's funeral.

I don't know what
you guys are talking about.

I mean, all I did
was put on a little extra...

No, no, no, no, no.
More than a little.

You look... dazzling.

Oh, well, you guys
are really sweet, but I...

I mean, damn, have you
been sick the whole time

that we've known you, and you
just got over it this morning?

All right!

The takeaway is I look great.
That's because

I have a third date
with a guy that I like a lot,

and I think tonight
might be the night.

The sex night.

-Oh...
-Ooh...
-Who's this

soon-to-be-lucky mystery man?

Karl, from the third floor.

Oh, yeah, Karl?
Good man.

We talk football.
He knows his 49ers.

Very clever, too.
Always doing puzzles.

Word jumbles, crosswords,

sudoku... Well,
y'all know what puzzles are.

And talk about a backstory.

The guy was the Zodiac Killer.

What?

Wait, what the hell

are you guys talking about?

See...

the Zodiac was a serial killer

who terrorized San Francisco
in the '70s.

To this day, never been caught.

I know who the Zodiac Killer is.

Why are you saying
that it's Karl?

'Cause Karl
is the Zodiac Killer.

-Sometimes you don't listen.
-Ah...

Okay, I get what this is.

You're trying to look out for me
by trashing the guy

that I'm dating--
it's very cute.

My older brother used to do
the same thing.

Honey, we're not trashing him.

He was a serial murderer,

and we still like him.

He hasn't killed anyone
since the '70s.

No harm, no foul, right?
Date away.

The Zodiac Killer does not

live at Shady Meadows, okay?

Karl is very sweet,
and tonight we're gonna go out

and we're gonna do stuff.

Sex stuff!

Ooh!

I'll bet Margaret
and the Zodiac Killer

will make a really sweet couple.

Fellas, I just got back
from the west wing bathroom,

and there is no easy way
to say this.

Someone didn't flush.

We're just talking
about pee, right?

Hank, look in my eyes.

You think I'm just talking pee?

Was it stall one,
the sacred stall?

Where else would I go?

It's the best stall
in all of Shady Meadows.

The seat is always
the perfect temperature,

not too hot, not too cold.

It's like sitting on Goldilocks.

I'm only asking
because it happened

-to me as well.
-What?

Wait a minute.
You're saying this is a trend?

Well, why didn't you
bring this up before?

Because it seemed like
a weird thing to talk about.

To be honest, it still does.

Allison?

We got something very important
to talk to you about.

Uh, can it wait?

I...

would rather not talk
to you guys.

Well, likewise, honey,
but this is urgent.

Someone left a doodie
in the west wing.

Okay, that is a problem.

I'll send someone
to clean it up. Where?

The toilet.

Look at that. Problem solved.

What has happened to decency

and decorum
in this great nation?

-It's like nobody cares.
-Yeah.

Going to the grocery store
in your pajamas.

-Put some damn clothes on!
-Yes.

Getting four and five samples
over at the Froyo place,

knowing good and well you know
what strawberries taste like!

And now you're gonna walk away
from the greatest responsibility

you have as a citizen:
flushing the toilet?!

I let the pajamas go.

-Yeah.
-I let the Froyo go.

But I will not, by God,

let this go.

Amen, brother.

We have got to find this monster

before he strikes again.

Gentlemen, this may be

the most important thing
we ever do!

Yeah.

I am having
such a great time, Karl.

Oh, and, uh, by the way,

you smell amazing.

-Really? What can I say?
-Mm.

-Today's laundry day.
-Mm.

You don't want to dance
with me on Thursday.

Thanks for the tip.
I won't.

That's a joke.
I always wear clean clothes.

Mmm. I know, Karl.

I'd be honored to dance with you
any day of the week.

Oh, well, back at you.

Who knew you were
such a great dancer?

Well, that's the best thing
about dating someone new,

isn't it?
Discovering things about them.

Like how you told me
you have Lee Majors' face

tattooed on your thigh.

No regrets.

Oh, I don't want
this night to end.

Well, it doesn't have to.

We can go back to my place
and keep dancing.

Karl...

how would you like
to meet Lee Majors tonight?

Gonna need a check over here.

-That damn waiter's
still ignoring us.
-I know. He's been terrible.

I could go psycho on that guy.

Or like this...

Shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

So, how about we go back
to your place for that dance?

Now, if we're gonna find
this person,

we need to start
with a list of suspects.

That way we can, um...
flush out the non-flusher.

You see what I did there?

Ah, I saw it and I loved it.

Oh, yep, the suspect list
was always, uh, "step one"

back when I was on the force.

-You were a cop?
-Security guard at Woolworth's.

They let me go when I stole a
bunch of stuff from Woolworth's.

Well, thanks for ruining
my date, guys.

I was having
a great night with Karl,

and then all I could think about
was the Zodiac Killer.

Well, that makes sense,
'cause you were on a date

with the Zodiac Killer, so...

Y'all. Y'all!

Y'all.

Our stall got hit again,
didn't it?

It got hit hard.

I weep for America.

This is not
why George Washington

chopped down that cherry tree.

What the hell are you guys
talking about?

Someone has not been flushing
in the west wing stall.

Lord, I need to hang out
with more women.

Can somebody just
please explain to me

this whole Zodiac theory?

All right, your boyfriend Karl
lived in the Bay area

during the '60s and '70s,
where the Zodiac worked.

Karl is obsessed with lakes,
where a bunch

of the Zodiac's crimes occurred.

Karl also loves puzzles.

Just like the Zodiac.

Puzzles! Lakes! 1970s! Karl!

We don't have time for this!

So your stupid situation
is more important than the fact

that you think I might be dating
a serial killer?

Ex-serial killer.
He retired.

Just like we all did.

-This is a retirement community.
-Yeah.

I used to be a meter reader.
I don't think you're worried

about me trying
to read meters again, are you?

So this is all
the evidence you have, huh?

Karl is not the Zodiac Killer.

He's a great guy.
He is harmless.

And I am done entertaining
this ridiculous theory.

:
Annoying.

Great job, Karl.
See you later.

Hey, girlfriends!

What?

Us?

Yeah. I just want to ask my gals
a couple of questions

about one of the guys
that's in your art class, Karl.

Like, does he have
a personal file

I could maybe make
a quick copy of?

Well, Margaret,
that's confidential.

It would be unethical.
I would lose my job...

He was born in Oakland,
spent some time in the Navy.

And such an expressive artist.

I actually have one
of his paintings right here.

Punam, I really don't think we
should be sharing anything th...

Oh, my God!

That's a little intense.

A little intense?
There's a dead body in it.

All right, well,

a painting
doesn't prove anything.

I'm just gonna turn that over.

I'm gonna level with you girls.

Karl and I are dating.

-Aw...
-Oh...

And, uh, I get
all of my love advice

from three male idiots

who are currently
obsessed with a toilet.

-So I need some help.
-Okay,

you're looking for a little
Sex and the City action.

Lucky for you I'm a Carrie
with a Miranda rising.

I'm an Aiden.

So... okay, here's what I do.

Since my divorce,
I sabotage every relationship

before it even
gets off the ground.

And I... I don't want
to do that with Karl.

But I-I can't get a read on him.

Well, I have this test I use

to separate
the good guys from the bad.

I "spill" a glass of wine
on them.

If he flips out,
I break up with him.

But if he's cool about it,
I let him stick around...

until he breaks up with me.

Would you mind repeating
all of that?

I'm sorry, I got distracted

by how awful your life sounds.

All right, we got to start
narrowing down our suspect list.

Well, well, well.

What have we here?

Dudley seems to have sprouted
a tail.

A TP tail.

I'm going in.
I'll be the good cop,

like I was at Sears after I got
fired at Woolworth's.

So once Charlie softens him up,

then I'll go in as the, uh,
bad cop.

Then I'll swoop in as the
exasperated police chief

who's sick of your antics,

but if he's honest with himself,

it's because you remind him
of himself

when he was a young detective.

There's more, isn't there?

Yeah, yeah.
His name is Dutch,

and his wife
is banging a contractor.

Charlie, your fingertips
are magic wands.

You're casting a spell on me.

All right, Dudley,
your little spa day is over.

That's right, bad cop is here.

You don't seem
so bad to me, friend.

I'm minutes away
from retirement,

and you two knuckleheads
are playing games?

My name is Dutch.

We know what you've been doing
in the west wing bathroom.

All right, all right, I confess.

I drink from the bathroom sink.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

The-the... That's it?

I mean, that's a little weird,
but that's it?

Man, get out of here, Dudley.

You got it.

Good hang, you guys.

Oh, my God, it has been so long

since somebody cooked for me.

When I was married,
either I handled it myself

or it didn't happen.

Same went for our sex life.

Well, I love to cook.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Allow me.

Nothing like a perfectly
sharpened blade

slicing through flesh.

Mmm. Mmm.

That is so good.

You know,

you don't have to cut
every single piece for me.

Oh, would you like to cut
our steaks?

I think we could each cut
our own.

You have the best ideas.

You're like a breath
of fresh air.

You know, it's funny.

When you first start dating,
everybody's trying

-to be the best version
of themselves.
-Mm-hmm.

I think it's time we pull
the curtain back

and dig a little deeper.

Mm-hmm.
Open up the old chest cavity

and rummage around
in the guts, huh?

Sure.

So, uh, let's put the cards
on the table.

I will go first.

In the past, I have
sabotaged relationships

just as they were getting good,
over stupid stuff...

The past is the past, babe.
My past is tricky, too, okay?

I've hurt people.
Badly.

I think that's where my night
terrors come from.

W-Well, let's talk about that--
uh, hurting people.

Are we talking
calling them names, or...

I don't know,

k-killing large numbers of them?

Let's not play games, Margaret.
I like you, you like me.

I haven't felt this way about
somebody in a long, long time.

I feel the same way, too, Karl.

Perfecto.

Here's a thought.

What about we go on a nice
romantic getaway this weekend?

Oh, I love it.

Perfecto, indeed.

I got a beautiful little house
in the country.

You just keep getting better
and better, don't you?

Mm-hmm. It's on the lake.

It is so secluded, you could
scream your lungs out,

nobody would even hear you.

Is that so?

I've tested it.

Not even the echo of a scream.

Oopsie.

Had a little spill there.

You're gonna love
the lake house.

Be sure and pack
a bathing suit.

I thought I'd find you in here.

Where's the rest
of the Mod Squad?

On stakeout, undercover.
You'll never find them.

Well, they're right here.

Those are Sid's feet,

and Hank is crowning over
the top of the stall.

:
What? There's nobody

by those names in here.

Sid, we're in
the men's bathroom--

why you talking like a woman?

:
Who's Sid, Hank?

Scram, Margaret.

We're trying to catch a perp
in the act.

This is the time of day
when he strikes.

Oh. Well, good.
At least you haven't

taken this thing too far.

Now, Karl has invited me
to go away with him

for the weekend,
and I'm kind of worried.

If I can prove
that he's not the Zodiac,

then I can go up
to the lake house

and get Maggy with it.

Get Maggy with it?

Well, look,
my son gave me one of those

DNA ancestry kits last year
for Christmas.

Turns out we're black.

Anyway...

if you can get some of Karl's
saliva, we could send it in,

see if it matches
the Zodiac's DNA.

Well, thanks, Hank. That's
actually a really smart idea.

Which is a weird thing to say

to a guy who has spent
the last three hours sitting

on a toilet tank.

Margaret, we took turns.

We do a five-hour stakeout

and this is the day
he doesn't show up?

I'm not thinking too clearly.

I need to splash
some cold water on my face.

You know, we might want to
coordinate with the dining hall.

He'll strike tomorrow for sure,

because the menu is kale-heavy.

-What is it, Hank?

I know why our non-flusher
didn't show up today.

He was doing his business here.

In my apartment?

No! No!

He knows we're watching him
and he's taunting us.

What do you want?!

Take a look at my tinkle-time
puzzle book.

The word searches,
the-the jumbles,

the sudoku...

he solved them all.

Wait a minute.

The puzzles, the taunting--

it's been under our noses
this whole time.

The non-flusher has got to be...

-Karl.
-Sid.

Right. Karl makes a lot
more sense.

-Oh.

Right.
Night terrors.

Not loving that.

Oh.

What was that awful noise?

Margaret?

Hi, sleepyhead.

What's going on here, Margaret?

Well, really funny story.
My friends

have been playing
this practical joke on me,

and they accused you of being...

We know it was you, Karl.

What are you guys doing here?

Saving this great nation!

Ruining the west wing bathroom
was one thing,

but my bathroom?
It's too much.

That's where
I go to the bathroom.

How many Froyo samples
is enough for you, Karl?

Eight, nine?

Is it ten?!

All right, you guys,
give it a rest. Karl,

I just need you to answer me
one simple question.

Are you the Zodiac Killer?

He was the Zodiac Killer.

He is the West Wing Bandit.

Admit it,
you sick son of a bitch.

Yes. It was me.

Of course it was me.
You figured it out.

I got a thrill out of
doing my thing and watching

everyone spin out.

W-Which question
are you saying yes to?

Margaret, you and me-- I just
don't think it's gonna work out.

You seem a little psycho.

Oh, no. You're not
breaking up with her.

She's breaking up with you.

We don't let our friends
date bathroom bandits

that wipe their booties
with the U.S. Constitution.

And FYI, I would have finished
my puzzle book,

-I just needed more time.
-Wha...

You deserve better
than this, Margaret.

You need someone who knows
how to treat a beautiful toilet.

W-Wait. But-but, Karl. Wait.
I just need to know.

Please, tell me.

Karl!

Karl!
Are you the Zodiac?

Blink for the first time
since I've known you

if you're the Zodiac.

* Thrown like a star
in my vast sleep *

* I opened my eyes
to take a peek *

* To find that I was
by the sea *

* Gazing with tranquility

* It was then when
the Hurdy Gurdy Man *

* Came singing songs of love

* Then when
the Hurdy Gurdy Man *

* Came singing songs

* Of love

* Hurdy, gurdy hurdy,
gurdy, hurdy... *

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