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All right.

Calm down. There could be a simple
explanation.

He never misses his appointments, not
George. We've called. He won't pick up

phone. I drove by. The newspapers are
stacked up outside.

What's this?

Uh... George Putnick. He's apparently
missing.

He never misses his appointments. Tell
him about the newspapers.

I call and call and call.

He's a massage therapist on Prospect
Street. These women are some of his

clients. There's been foul play. I know
it. Tell him about the newspapers.

I told him already. Yeah,

I heard Kenny and Max get up to his
house, check it out, and pick up the

newspapers.

I heard about this guy. Rachel used to
get rubbed by him. She said he was

good. I didn't know people in Wisconsin
got with badges.

It's locked.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey, it's open.

Check out the groove.

Been playing a long time.

Something happened here.

Penny?

Where is her?

What, you don't think he's in there?

That's what got Ginny.

Come on, give me a break. Well, open it.

You open it. You're so sure he's not in
there. You open it, mister. Give me a

break. Okay.

We're going to open it together.

Oh, no, no. We did that with Ginny last
time and it was bad luck.

Coming through.

This is unbelievable.

Name him.

Conclusion on the skull. Killed by
hypothermia. I think we got a serial

freezer killer.

What? It can happen.

Take it to the morgue. Do an autopsy.

Serial deep freezer killer.

George Putnick?

He's dead?

You knew him?

Yes. He was my patient. And he was in
perfect health.

How could he be dead?

He was found in a freezer.

What?

Like Ginny.

Only you didn't come running into my
office when she died, and she was a

patient.

Well, Ginny was so small she could fit
into a freezer, but George... I'm just

shocked.

How did he die?

Murder.

How can you be sure?

Contusion on the back of the skull. He
was whacked hard.

Concussion, possible fracture. Somebody
hit him.

So are you telling me somebody probably
murdered Jenny, too?

I don't know.

The bruise on Jenny's forehead was
consistent with falling into the

George was hit from behind.

Aside from those differences, I should
probably dig her up.

What's going on around here?

How would I know?

He was your massage therapist and you
used to talk about him like he was a

or something.

Well, he gave good massages.

Come on, Rachel. I need your help.

I've heard women talk about this guy.

And when you and me, when we, you
know... One time you called out his

I never.

You did.

This is really inappropriate,
questioning me this way.

I'm not trying to get personal.

He's dead.

Somebody killed him. I need your help.

George would... They had really good
hands, you know.

Excellent hands.

Sometimes, though I hear, he would touch
women in places that would,

uh, well, generate good word of mouth.

Are you saying what I think you're
saying?

This is just between you and me, Kenny.
It can't just be between you and me. We

have a homicide.

If this guy was engaging in
prostitution... It wasn't prostitution.

It really wasn't.

Then talk to the DA.

You've got nothing to fear.

Talk to us.

He did what?

Not to me.

I'm talking about what I've heard from
other ladies.

And what exactly happened with these
other ladies?

Well, it... At the end of the massage,
sometimes for his favorite client,

he... Well, he did something else for no
extra cost.

Some of the ladies were comfortable with
it, others weren't. But it was up to

each customer.

And?

You have to understand that George gave
a very sensual massage.

And he talked to the women.

You opened up with him. He made you feel
safe.

By the end of the hour, you were in a
kind of, well, predisposed state.

Okay, and?

So sometimes he... Well, he offered to
do a new massage therapy he was

developing. He called it the squiggly.

Um, what exactly is a squiggly?

Well, even if I could describe it, I
won't. I mean, let's just say it wasn't

typical of most massages.

Is it orgasmic?

Very.

And so I hear.

And he wouldn't charge the client
anything extra for this?

No. At the end, sometimes he just threw
it in.

Did many women get this done to them?

I know some did, some didn't.

Usually you could tell from the voice.

When they mentioned George, you could
tell whether they got squiggled.

And, um, let's say a husband were to
find out about this.

Is this something that could make him
jealous?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Jimmy?

Excuse this, Tracy.

Warren Hillbruner lives next door to
George Putnick. Saw somebody go into his

house Tuesday night, charging up the
walkway in a rage.

Could he make an ID?

Already did. He gave me the name. Who is
it?

Ed Lawson.

As in Mayor Ed Lawson.

Am I a suspect? Is that what you're
telling me?

We just want to ask you some questions.

Did you go into George Putnick's house
Tuesday night?

Who says I did?

Mr. Lawson, you're not a suspect at this
time.

You act suspicious and you might become
one.

You were seen entering that house.

Yeah, I was there.

I sure didn't stick him in the freezer,
though.

Why were you there?

I don't like the tone of this. Could you
just answer the question?

No, I won't answer the question.

I can answer it.

This was just pulled out of Putnick's
safe.

Client book.

Marshal Lawson was seeing this guy three
times a week.

There's also notes in parenthesis under
the names.

Under some of the names, including Ed's
wife, there's a capital S.

Squiggly. Round up everybody in this
book and question them. Start with the

ladies with S under their names.

Let's find out exactly what was going on
in that house.

Should we pick up Lawson?

No, we don't have enough. It's too
circumstantial.

Uh -oh.

Under B.

Brock. Jill.

What?

What the hell is this?

There, Annette.

It was just a massage, you know.

He never did that.

Did what?

I don't know. Whatever it was that he
was doing, he never did it to me.

Then how do you know what I'm going to
do? I've heard about the squiggly, all

right? I have heard about it, but I
never got it.

Jill, why didn't you tell me you were
going for massages?

I told you that I went sometimes.

Twice a month, that's more than
sometimes. Well, do you tell me every

go fishing?

Yes.

Jimmy, I treated myself to a massage
twice a month. What's the big deal?

The annotation in this book says you
like a complete buttocks rub.

You see that?

Oh, that.

That's my sciatic nerve. It goes right
down the buttocks. It's my nerve.

I never got squiggled.

You go behind my back for an erotic
massage.

Jimmy, it's nothing.

Then why the hell didn't you tell me?

Twice a month for at least a year, and
you don't tell me, what the hell is

Novotny's wife, Michael Oslo's, mine.

There are 76 women in this book.

And we've got to question all of them,
technically.

Well, the interviews start at 10.
Kenny's rounding them up.

Okay, I'm going to go talk to Mrs. Loth
and see what she can tell us. It's

official.

Ginny's death was accidental.

Putnick's was murder. This was a copycat
freezer killing.

I beg your pardon?

Whoever did Putnick threw him into the
freezer to make it look like the

probably to diffuse motive.

But Ginny fell into the freezer. Putnick
was hit from behind and stuffed, and in

my opinion, these deaths are unrelated.

Does anybody know this guy?

He never left his house.

He didn't have to, I guess.

No next of kin, which is going to be a
problem.

They want to do a memorial service, and
I can't release the body until I get a

positive ID.

There's a town full of women who can ID
George Putnick.

What we need to find is somebody who can
ID the person who killed him.

Well, they didn't arrest me.

But they were talking to me like they
think I killed him.

Look, you're the expert.

What am I supposed to do?

Cooperate with them? Tell them what I
know?

Oh, certainly not if you did it.

But I don't want to know if you did.

But tell me this.

How long has this Putnick fellow been
seeing your wife?

Three times a week for two years.

And he would touch you in erotic places?

Mrs. Lawson, I'm not going to prosecute
you. All right? I'm not interested in

any kind of prostitution. It wasn't
prostitution. It doesn't matter.

I'm only interested in finding out who
committed murder.

It wasn't Ed.

I know you were questioning him, and
that's ridiculous.

My husband is the mayor of this town. He
is not a criminal.

Did your husband know that you were
getting the squiggly from George Putnick

a regular basis?

Mrs. Lawson, did he know?

My husband did not kill George Putnick.

It was just this normal massage, and
then suddenly...

There was this gift.

Like being tickled by a butterfly.

In my head, I would even see
butterflies.

Flying.

Flying.

Did he give me a what?

I thought it would be therapeutic.

You know, like rolfing.

Felt like a little worm.

But not cold like a worm.

Like a warm, happy worm.

George was... He was fabulous.

Fabulous.

On my privates?

So you don't know.

Certainly not.

I already answered those questions last
night.

No, you refused to answer most of them.
That's why I had to make this official,

Jill.

Am I a suspect?

Of murder, no.

Did he ever...

touch your... No, of course not. Don't
be ridiculous.

Well, it's not ridiculous with all the
other women. Well, he didn't with me.

Okay, okay.

But this buttocks rub, would you
describe that as being sensual?

What is the point of this?

Just answer the question, please.

We're just trying to get an idea of...

Would you describe the massage as being
sensual?

Jill.

If you'd like to discuss this at home,
we can. I'm done here.

Am I under suspicion?

I just want to talk. Excuse me.

Well, I know what you want to talk
about.

I know what we want to talk about.

Sit.

My wife is in the book.

I know.

The whole town knows.

Isn't it exciting?

This is the tape from George Putnick's
answering machine.

Mr. Putnick, this is Michael Oslo
calling, and I think you have a good

I know what you're doing in these
massages, and I'm telling you right now

had better stop with my wife or there
will be serious recriminations.

Don't take me lightly, Mr. Putnick.

That sounds like a threat to me,
Michael.

It was a threat.

The man was fondling my wife's
genitalia. That's what I do in these

Threaten. What would you have done?

Well, either gone to the police or the
icebox. With me, it's flip a coin.

I didn't kill him, Sheriff.

Am I devastated over his demise?

I'm simply crushed.

That's all you tell me.

Where did you find this?

Under a plank next to the massage table.

Take a look at January 2nd. I'm there.
I'm reading.

Yeah.

His diary?

A very current diary with a smoking gun
entry on January 2nd. Here, let me see

that.

George Putnick canceled an appointment
with Marsha Lawson because he received a

death threat from Ed Lawson.

That's in there?

If I didn't terminate, Mr. Lawson said
he would make me the victim of a

hunting accident.

And I believed him. This man would kill.

Well... Go get him. Wait, hold on a
second, Sheriff. This is still

circumstantial. It's probably
inadmissible.

Why? It's hearsay.

We can place him at the scene.

We got motive.

We can make this. Not easy, we can't.

I don't like leaving killers out on the
streets. I hate letting them be mayor.

Excuse me. What are you... Deputy...
I'll move

for a speeding trial. We'll flush this
out fast.

Big mistake, Jimmy. Bad career move.
Take him.

If you cannot afford to hire a lawyer...
It's a fun town.

Things happen.

It isn't good to be mayor in Rome.

Just eat, Zachary.

Did he do it?

I don't know.

He doesn't seem like a killer, but then
the more you get to know somebody, the

more you realize you really don't know
her. I mean him. Pass the bread, please.

Oh, the dinner table. That's a good
place to discuss this.

We can discuss it anywhere, Jill.

The minute that black book gets put into
evidence, the whole town is going to

know that you got your butt rubbed by...
Jimmy.

They're going to hear it. It's a matter
of public record.

The man in the freezer massaged your
mother's hind end for money.

You need to know this.

Did you want the school police?

I don't know. You have to ask your
mother. No, I did not. We're all

innocent. And I will ask you to shut
your mouth.

imagine my shame i'm reading through the
client book and i

see my wife's name listed under two
categories buttocks and feet and i know

erotic a foot massage can be don't think
i don't know that jill i never went for

a foot massage i saw it it was listed
second wednesday every month

i never went for a foot massage i have
homework to do

Kimberly Brock.

What? I have fallen oranges.

Oh, no.

Squiggles? No, it was just my feet. Oh,
right.

Mom!

Just eat your dinner.

What do you mean we got to kick him?

We don't have enough yet.

The man threatened to kill. He was
one... We've uncovered 12 husbands so

knew their wives were being fondled.

Some of them have violent personalities.
A couple of them have criminal records.

Lawson was seen going into the house.
Yeah, I know.

But we moved too fast with Latham, and I
don't want to make that same mistake

again. There's still DNA evidence to
analyze. We've got to question more of

women in that book. Judge Bone is not
going to hold this guy on what we got.

So what are you going to do, release
him?

Yeah, for now.

Where's he going to go?

He's the mayor.

But I want you to try something first,
Kenny.

Here's what's going down.

They're going to release you for now
while they dig for more.

But you're still the only suspect.

Here's the thing, Ed.

The guy's diddling your wife, heat of
passion all the way.

Littleton will come to manslaughter if
you plea.

Make it hard, he's going murder one.

Look, we're friends. We go hunting
together.

The evidence they already got, it's
probably enough.

Help yourself on this.

Hell, as far as all the men go in this
town, you'll be a hero.

Snuffing out Mr. Squiggly.

What do you say?

Gee, I don't know what to say, Kenny.

Offhand, I'd say this little
conversation would be unconstitutional,

the Supreme Court overturned Minnick,
maybe this is all legal, I don't know.

Or maybe, since we're such close
friends...

We should just hug for a minute.

Here's what I won't say.

I won't say I put Mr. Magic Fingers in
the deep freeze.

Now, you want to come and get me, you
come and get me, but I sure as hell

going to make it easier for you.

But remember, this is Rome, Wisconsin,
where the first step to living free

forever is getting arrested by the hot
sheriff department.

Don't underestimate us, Ed.

That's not possible, Kenny.

Now, you've got charges to make stick.

I'm standing right here in front of you.

You're free to go.

But we'll be back.

You know, I'm still mayor.

I'm going to head back to my office and
do some housecleaning.

Sheriff. Take your best shot.

I went to him after I hurt my ankle in
field hockey.

For therapy, he was recommended.

I'll bet.

Why did you go to him?

My sciatic nerve.

Right.

Now, why did you go back?

Your ankle bothered you for a week at
the most.

Why did you go back?

Well, it wasn't to get my butt rubbed,
Mom.

Well, then why?

I don't know.

He was very comforting.

I felt very safe with him.

Having your foot rubbed made you feel
safe?

Please don't talk to me like I'm an
idiot.

I'm sorry.

We talk.

I wasn't afraid to tell him about the
things that scared me.

And somehow that made me feel very...
protected.

Did he make you feel that way?

Well, a little.

This erotic thing that he supposedly
did, he never... No.

With you?

Never.

What do you mean Oslo did it?

The kids were kind of teasing him
because of his wife being with Mr.

He started getting madder and madder.

That's when he said it.

Said what?

That we're not too small to be stuck in
freezers.

Mr. Oslo said that?

Yes.

Go get Mr. Oslo.

I'm really sorry to put you through
this, but there's no next of kin, and...

Fine.

Let's just do it.

That's George.

You're absolutely positive?

Yes.

Well, like I said, I'm sorry to have to
make you do this.

I understand.

How's the baby?

Fantastic.

Great. Great.

Not to be forward over a corpse.

This is probably unprofessional.

Well, I was wondering if maybe you might
like to get a cup of coffee sometime.

No, never mind.

No.

I'd like that.

Really? Sure.

This is politics.

They're hanging the suspicion over my
head to neutralize me as mayor.

That's not John Littleton style.

Then why did he arrest me and then let
me go?

Come on, this is a mind game. That's
what's going on here.

Did you do it, Ed?

Hey, none of that.

I want to know.

I don't want to know.

Truth time, Ed.

Your lawyer's asking me to be the
dutiful wife at your side, devoted

believes in you all the way.

Truth time.

Hey, this is not for me. If you two want
to have an honest conversation, leave

me out of it.

I'm the lawyer.

Don't be saddling me with the truth.

How could you ask me that question?

Because you knew that I loved him.

No, I... I did... I didn't know that.

Yeah, you did.

How could you not?

That's why you went and threatened him.

But my question is, did you do it?

The question itself is a betrayal,
Marsha. So if I did do it, it wouldn't

very smart for me to share that with
you, would it?

I don't have to tell you anything. I'm
not a suspect. Let's not waste each

other's time.

Why the hell would you say something
like that in front of kids? Fifth

you make a remark like that. Is it a
crime?

Then lock me up.

Michael.

What's going on?

How'd you feel, Jimmy?

Seeing your wife's name in the newspaper
as one of Pudnick's clients, how'd that

make you feel? I didn't like it.

Yeah, well, there was an S next to my
wife's name.

A big capital S.

Twice a month.

I haven't had sex with her in six years.

I thought, well, people become older,
they just lose interest in it.

Seems she just lost interest in it with
me.

You didn't kill George Potnick.

And how's that supposed to make me feel?

To be dismissed out of hand as a suspect
the way you'd... I threatened the guy

you have it on tape. Why couldn't I be
the killer?

He was squiggling my wife.

I threatened him, but none of you, not
for a second, would believe I could have

done it.

Michael Oslo?

He wouldn't have the guts, would he?

My wife won't be touched by me.

The students taught me at school.

The police.

Dismiss me as an utterly benign.

How impotent does a man have to

feel?

Did you kill him, Michael?

Say yes or have you rested, you'll be
redeemed.

Is that what you want?

Did you kill him, Michael?

I'm just a... school principal.

It's like the whole town has been
emasculated.

Michael Oswald would rather be thought
of as a murderer than a victim of

infidelity. It isn't infidelity. A
massage is not infidelity.

These women were brought to orgasm by a
man other than their husbands. They're

guilty of infidelity.

And so are you. What?

He rubbed your ass. That's worse than a
kid. An infidelity of the massage.

The point of a massage is to get rough.
You said yourself it was sexual and

erotic. Relaxation. It's sexual.

You let yourself be touched in a sexual
way by another man twice a month. It's

the same as an affair.

Yeah? Well, why don't you ever touch me
then?

I touch you?

We have sex. Oh, yes, we do have sex. We
have intercourse 3 .7 times a month.

That's very good, but you never touch me
just to touch me.

What?

Why don't you ever rub my ass?

You never rub mine. Because you hate
massages.

You hate me touching you like that. And
you know why?

Because you are incapable of submitting
to it.

What? Don't what me. You know exactly
what I'm talking about. You can't

surrender.

You don't like massages because you have
to be in control.

You can't just let yourself go and let
something happen to you. Oh, no, because

you'd lose your precious sense of
dominion.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Are we in
the same room here? Why don't you just

ever touch me?

Why don't you scratch my head or, I
don't know, tickle my feet?

I don't just want sex. It's not about
that, damn it.

Maybe I went to George because I found
an affection with him that I don't find

with you.

That's why Kimberly went, too.

There's something missing here when it
comes to nurturing.

I don't know.

You don't know?

Well, here's what I know.

There's a murderer out there.

And there's a whole town on edge.

Now, between murders, cows delivering
babies and buses and people

getting stuffed into freezers, there's a
whole lot to get upset about. And my

forgetting to tickle your feet is not
one of them.

Don't use that tone with me.

But how about this tone?

You've been sneaking around behind my
back to get your ass stroked. This is

tone that goes with that. Ask yourself
why I did that.

I ask you why, and I don't like your
answer.

What's going on?

This is the record that was on the
turntable at Putnick's house.

We're stuck, Max.

We've got the threat.

We've got the motive.

We can even place him at the scene, but
nobody saw Ed Lawson do it.

Plus, with the town full of angry
husbands, Jenny's freezer death adding

confusion, there's no way we're going to
clear reasonable doubt.

How about DNA?

Even if that comes back positive, that
just places them at the scene, which we

already know.

This man might have killed someone.

And not only can we not put him away,
he'll probably still get to be the

The answer's your responsibility, not
mine.

It's not the same as infidelity, Jimmy.

Even if the massage is erotic.

You go for an intimacy you can't find
with your husband. That says it all.

It's not that simple.

It's different.

The thing about George... I never ran
into him outside the massage room

or... And the only thing that he ever
knew

about me was what I wanted him to know.

For two hours every month, I could
remake myself into anything I wanted.

If I chose to feel sorry for myself...

or indulge myself in how hard my life
was, then I could do

that.

I could say anything I wanted to him,
and he would listen to me.

It was my hour.

And somehow that hour got me through.

That's supposed to be my role.

It's my shoulder you're supposed to cry
on.

I'm supposed to get you through.

Yeah.

We've gotten lazy, Jimmy.

We don't work at intimacy, and sometimes
it takes work.

I don't know what you got from George
that you don't get from me.

I don't know.

The right to go limp and not have to
earn it.

It's a two -way street.

I know, I know.

As I said, we've gotten lazy.

Hey,

Kenny, Kenny, you can't take my clothes.
We can. We're looking for fibers. Come

on, this is crap. You know, we can sue
you for this.

There's still time to change your mind.
Make it easy.

Go to hell.

Penny, let him go.

Come on.

I invite you all to the cemetery for our
final benediction.

Before going on with the religious
portion, as always, we open the floor to

friends of the deceased who might wish
to speak.

I never knew George Putnick, but he
obviously touched a lot of people.

He was a caring man, good with his
hands.

The fact that many went to him to find
comfort says very much about George

Putnick.

Maybe it says something about all of us.

People shouldn't have to get affection
by appointment only.

My wife, Miriam.

Sometimes things get so busy, like I'm
off to the Supreme Court, all those

things.

Sometimes I forget to tell her how much
I love her.

That's tragic.

It's a blessing that she never sought
out the squiggly.

Mainly with her, it's a blessing,
period.

I would like to do something that I
don't ordinarily do at funerals, but in

case I feel it would be appropriate.

If the person who killed George and
stuck him in the freezer is present

us, I would like to ask him to come
forward and join me here at the podium.

I'm disappointed.

They didn't find anything, you know.
Yeah, I was here, Ed. Yeah, but you wish

you were over at that church
memorializing your true love.

Are they going to arrest you?

I don't know.

Maybe I could make them think that I did
it.

What? They wouldn't be able to prove it.
Maybe if I make them think that I

killed George, then that would take the
heat off of you.

And why would they believe that?

I don't know. I mean, maybe if I told
them that, you know, I loved him, I

couldn't live without him. So you killed
him?

Marcia, they know I'm the one who
threatened them. Yes, and because of

threats, George refuses to see me again.
And so I say that I begged him to

reconsider.

And he says no.

And he makes it clear that I'm just a
client. That's all. Nothing more.

I loved him with all my heart, but to
him I'm just a client. And I just get so

crazy mad that I just snap and I hit him
from behind and I stick him in the

freezer and make it look like it was
connected to Ginny Whedon's death.

That is so stupid. No one's ever going
to go for that.

Gee, I don't know they might.

And then so angry at her husband.

The man who so neglected her, treated
her with such verbal abuse.

The man who made the man he really loved
stop seeing her.

Maybe she felt she just had to get even
with this horrible husband.

People should really have to have
permits to own these freezers.

Don't you think, Ed?

They're dangerous.

They could so easily become homes for
bad husbands.

There you go, Big Ed.

Chill out.

I would do anything

for your love.

That's why.

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