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(over phone):
Hi, you've reached Joe Dubois.

Please leave your name and
number and I'll call you back.

ALLISON:
Hey, honey, it's me.

Look, I stopped at one
of those super stores

to pick up
some cleaning supplies,

and time kind
of got away from me.

(sighs)
I was hoping I could sell you
on some Chinese

or some Mexican tonight.

Well, I guess I'm going to have

to make a little executive
decision here.

I can't even remember
where I parked now.

All right, well,
I'll see you soon.

I'll be the girl with
the bag or the box of food.

(smooches, phone beeps off)

(sighs)

(rock music playing in distance)

(music grows louder)

(sighs)

Hey, lady, excuse me.

Can you spare some
change for the bus?

I got to get home so I can
do homework, but I'm broke.

Maybe you could
lend me five bucks?

Lend you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You just-- you give me
your name and address,

and I'll mail it
back to you. I swear.

I just don't get it.

Why do you need
to take the bus?

Why don't your friends
give you a ride?

(glass breaking)

You're right.

For that matter, why don't
I just take your purse

and help myself
to whatever I want.

Take it.

Wait, wait, wait,

wait, please.

Listen, my little girls'
baby pictures are in there.

Can I just take them out
of my wallet, please?

I don't have
any copies.

Yeah, sure.

And if there are any
fives, tens or 20s

you feel particularly
attached to,

maybe you should
keep those, too.

Hey!

Those pictures--

I'm not going to
ask you again.

(kicks)
(groans)

(yelling)

(bones cracking)

You stupid, gutless

punks.

I would have given you my purse,

but nobody touches my little
girls' baby pictures.

(distant siren wailing)

Ew, what's that smell?

(siren approaches)

MAN:
That's it. That's it.

Take a good deep breath
of that.

(Allison coughing)
Just keep those eyes open
for a bit,

and I'll put away
the smelling salts.

What happened?

What's going on?
What happened to me?

You were mugged, ma'am.

You've been out cold
for the last ten minutes.

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WOMAN (over P.A.):
Paging Dr. Bender.

Paging Dr. Bender, please.

(sighs)

You okay?

Me?

I'm fine.

I want to kill somebody,
but other than that...

I'm not getting any service.

I think I ought to duck outside.

I want the girls to know that
we'll be coming home soon.

Yeah, yeah, go.

I'm fine.

Paging Dr. Davis.
Dr. Davis, please.

That's some shiner.

You mind if I ask
how it happened?

I got mugged.

Waiting for
an X-ray?

CAT scan.

You?

I broke my knuckle.

Same as the last two times
I was here.

Wow, you broke that three times?

Well, it's

occupational hazard.

I'm an instructor
for a program called Prevail.

It's a self-defense course.

We teach people how to handle
themselves in sticky situations.

I wish I had met you last week.

Ms. Hudack?
Yeah.

MAN (over P.A.):
Michael Crawford, 340.

Michael Crawford,
please call 340.

Here's hoping nothing like this

ever happens
to you again.

Oh, my God, Mom, what did
they do to your face?

What, this? Honey,
this is nothing.

You should see
the other guy.

Shh, don't cry.

JOE:
Okay.

I just called all the
credit card companies,

and I canceled
everything.

Oh, great, they
didn't get your keys.

Here.

Okay, so I'll take
Ariel with me tomorrow,

and I'll go
pick up your car.

That's great.

Except I still can't remember
where I actually parked.

Well, that's all right.

I also called Devalos
while you were in
your CAT scan.

I told him that
you needed rest.

You weren't coming
into work tomorrow.

Wait a second...
No, Allison.

The doctor said
you needed rest.

I say you need rest.

Phoenix can do without
its psychic for one day.

(door closes)

(crickets chirping)

(loud bang)

Did you hear that?

Joe?

Joe, did you hear that?

(wind whistling
and paper rustling)

(gasps)
Joe, what are you doing?

(muffled yell)

I haven't been able to get you
out of my mind, sweet thing.

I got your address
on your driver's license.

Thought I'd come by and get
to know you a little better.

Oh... (sighs)

(sighs)

It's not a martial arts class.

I mean, we teach average people
how to do things anybody can do.

We train you how to
avoid confrontation,

but also, you know, what to do
if you find yourself in one.

Every day at work, I see
the most horrible things.

I see torture,
mutilation, death.

You'd think nothing
would get to me.

Ever since this kid hit me,
something has changed.

I just don't feel like the
ground that I'm walking on

is as solid as it used to be.

You know, it's going to continue
to feel like that

until you can convince yourself

that the world is
a manageable place again.

I know what
it's like.

And if it hadn't been
for Prevail,

I'm sure I'd still be dwelling
on what happened to me.

Six years ago,

I was coming home
from the gym,

and there was a man
in my apartment.

The police said he got in
through a window.

He was just... sitting there,

waiting for me.

He grabbed me while
I was looking through
a stack of mail.

He... beat me until
I could barely move.

He broke all my ribs.

He broke one of my arms,
my cheekbone.

And then he raped me.

Three times.

When he was done,
he just left.

I don't know, I think
he thought I was dead.

(sighs)

It all happened so fast,
it was like...

he was on me,
he was hitting me,

and then my eyes
were swollen shut

before I even saw
what he looked like.

Anyway, I...

I walked around with this
feeling you're describing...

for a really long time.

And then I found this place.

I want you to feel the ground
underneath your feet again,

and I think
we can help.

(knocking)

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, Lee, come on in.

Take a look.

What's this?

These are still frames
from a video.

The man wearing the mask

is raping the girl.

She's 15.
Her name is Kate Hatton.

She used a fake I.D.
to get into a bar.

Somebody spiked her drink.

She woke up the next
day in the alley

and realized that she'd
been sexually assaulted,

but she couldn't
describe her assailant.

And there was no
DNA evidence recovered.

Then we found this video

right there
on the Internet.

Wait a second.

This guy raped a teenage girl,
videoed it and then posted it?

Yeah.

We blew some
of these images up--

looking for anything that might
help us identify this guy.

Compared that to what was
in the sex offenders registry.

We thought we had a match,

and then we realized
that video alone

would be inconclusive
in court.

So, I got a detective

from Vice,
had him go undercover.

Made up a phony name.

Put him in
the sex offenders registry,

posing as a child molester
on parole.

Henry Maynard--
he called himself.

We got him into the same

court-ordered therapy group
as the suspect,

hoping that he would
get close enough,

and the suspect
would confide in him.

Give him some details
of the crime.

Something we could use in court,
or...

And?

And our made-up Henry Maynard
hasn't checked in

in over a week.

You're thinking
our masked man figured out

there's an undercover cop
on his tail?

All we know is

is that he approached
the suspect,

the investigation
was proceeding,

and then he just vanished.

Tell me what I can do to help.

Well, that's just it.

I don't want
your help.

I called you in here
'cause you're a friend.

I called you in here
to give you a heads-up.

This is a case

you cannot be
involved in, Lee.

This is a case you've got to
stay away from.

I'm sorry.

Take a look
at the pictures again.

The suspect has been
convicted twice before

of rape, one time
against a minor.

Been out of prison
nearly three years now.

I'm almost certain
that's your brother.

I'm confused. I thought your
brother was living in Oregon.

Well, he's not;
He's back in Phoenix.

And I guess he's been here
awhile.

Nice for him to tell me, right?

As far as whether not
that's him in that video,

I can't even wrap
my brain around it.

Now they're talking like
maybe he killed this detective,

this... Henry Maynard guy,
or whatever his real name is.

(sighs)
(beeps on)

I think I'll go talk to him.

(softly);
Lee...

Leigh.

(sighs)

(kissing)

It's weird.

When I think about him,
all I remember is

a older brother that kept
my drunken father

from beating
the crap out of me.

Growing up,
he wouldn't hurt a fly.

(sighs)

I don't even know him anymore.

SCANLON:
Hey, Bo.

Mr. Good.

(car horn beeping outside)

So I heard a rumor--

I'm a uncle now.

Had a little girl last August.

Name's Leigh.

Uh-huh.

Me and the mom are engaged.

Well, that's good, Mr. Good.

That's terrific, man.

You got any pictures or...?

Well, maybe I can meet her
sometime.

Look, Lee...
here's the thing, man.

I'm not like I used to be.

Prison... it beats
the bad out of you.

And any little bit of bad
that they didn't get,

the parole system takes care of.

They got me in group,
five days a week now.

That's good, Paul.

The stuff with the girls--

I'm on all the databases now,

and I got the brand on me:
"sex offender,"

but I'm not... some pervert.

It was about anger.

I was just mad all the time.

I don't know
if it was 'cause of Dad,

or maybe it was just the way
I was wired. I don't know.

I'm 50 years old now, man.

I'm a different guy.

I think I finally got
a handle on everything.

You say so.

What's that mean?

I don't know,
you sneaked back into town,

you know about me,
I don't know about you.

I was trying to get on my feet,
man.

Maybe get a nicer place
before I saw my little brother,

met my new niece.

So hard
to understand?

No.

I gotta ask you a question,
Paul.

You ask me anything you want,
Mr. Good.

I'll give you a straight answer.

You ever met a guy
named Henry Maynard?

(scoffs)

(horn beeps outside)

So that's what
you're doing here, huh?

Checking on someone
in the perv posse, huh?

Yeah, I know, uh, I know Henry.

I see him
at my 12-step meetings.

He seems... he seems
like an okay guy.

Why, is he
in some sort of trouble?

You seen him lately?

Last week, maybe.

He's kind of fallen
off the radar.

His parole officer's getting
a little hysterical.

You run into him, you
ask him to give me a call?

Yeah, sure.

I'll tell him to call
my brother, the cop.

No problem.

(women cheering):
Get him! Get him! Get him!
Get him! Get him! Get him!

Get him! Get him!
Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!

Hmm, I guess that's why
they call it "Prevail."

Just do me a favor.

If I come up behind you
to give you a hug,

try not to karate-chop me
in the face.

Kah! Kor! Hah!

Play at your
own risk.

Hey, you know,
if it makes you
feel better,

they've got some
classes for men.

Isn't there some kind of law
against that?

"One trained fighter
per family"?

No, the more the merrier.

As far as I'm concerned,
somebody messes with a Dubois,

we can just tag-team him.

(chuckles)

Hmm.

What?

Oh, you're smiling again,
you're joking again.

Seems like you got
your confidence back.

Something about this woman
in this class.

I don't know
what it is.

It kind of gives me hope.

I don't know.

Maybe when I start
the class,

I'll think it's stupid,
or I'll be terrible at it.

Nah.

At least
I'm doing something.

(sighs)

(grunting)

MAN:
Stop it! Stop fighting.

Listen to me!

This is only gonna get worse
if you keep fighting!

(slamming)
(groans)

(gasping)

(door opens)
Hey.

Isn't the idea to
keep the splint on

until it stops hurting?

Yeah, you caught me.

The doctors told me
to keep it on for two weeks,

but I don't know.

I guess I'm just not happy
unless I'm hitting something.

(chuckles)

So what brings you by?

Your class doesn't start
till next week.

I found the man
who attacked you.

What?

How?

The "how's" not important.

What is important is,
I was able to go into work,

and I was able to find him

on the Phoenix sex offender
registry.

Turns out, this guy has
a history of sexual assault.

Four years ago, he was convicted
of raping a 15-year-old girl.

And they caught him, but he was
just paroled a few months ago.

Turns out, he lives about
five miles from here.

That's him,
isn't it?

That's the man
who raped you.

Uh, I don't know.

I don't, I don't think so.

It all happened so fast, I never
really got a good look at him.

Ar-Are you sure?

Maybe you just blocked it out.

Have another look
at his picture.

I haven't blocked out anything.

I was raped and left for dead,
Allison.

Trust me,

I remember every detail
of what happened.

And I know
that I never really saw

the man who did it.

Kira, we could send this man
back to prison.

I know this is traumatic
for you.

It's not traumatic
for me.

It's annoying.

You're wrong.

You weren't there,
I was.

This man might be
all the things
you say he is,

but I can't tell you

that that's the man
that attacked me.

Class is next Tuesday.

I hope to see you there.

DEVALOS:
Believe it or not, Allison,

I got a full caseload.

I don't really
have time to reopen

a six-year-old rape case,

where the victim
can't make an I.D.

Maybe we don't need
a positive I.D.

If they did a rape kit,

maybe we can convict this guy
on physical evidence.

I saw it, Lee.
I saw it.

I-I saw where he is,
I saw who he is.

This is him?
This is your rapist?

Henry Maynard,
he's a serial sex offender.

No, actually, he's a cop.

What?

Henry Maynard isn't
even his real name.

It's an alias.

He's Sean Riley.

He's been working undercover
as a sex offender.

That's why he's got a profile
on the registry.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
Allison,

but this guy didn't rape
anybody.

(knocking)

Go away.

I just want to remind you

there's no lifeguard on duty
after 11:00.

Are you falling asleep in there?

'Cause I'm falling asleep
out here.

Hey, here's a crazy idea:
let's go to bed,

but let's do it
in bed.

Go ahead. No one's stopping you.

Go to bed.

Are those scented candles?

What's that scent
called, "Self-pity"?

(chuckles) It's close.
"Self-loathing."

I hate that
smell on you.

Well, we're both stuck
with it for a while.

Any particular reason?

What, you want to hear
about my day? Huh?

Well, I went to see
a woman who'd been raped,

and I tried to convince her I
knew more about it than she did.

Nice.

Yeah, well, to top it off,
I went to go see Lee,

and I identified a decorated
police officer as a rapist.

Jeez, now I
hate you, too.

Allison, you have
a concussion,

and I'm betting this Kira
person understands that,

and I'm sure
Detective Scanlon does, too.

You should have seen me running
into that police station

like I'd cracked
this major case.

God, if I only knew
all the awful things

Lee was going through
with his brother...

Before this afternoon, did you
even know he had a brother?

Just give me ten more minutes.

(sighs)

(jet engine roaring)

(dead leaves crackling)

(heavy object dragging
over leaves)

(thud)

(passing plane roaring)

(shovel hitting dry earth)

(jet engine whining overhead)

(shoveling continues)

DEVALOS:
Allison called this morning.

About an hour ago,
we found him in a shallow grave

just beyond the perimeter
of Sky Harbor Airport.

According to
the medical examiner,

his jaw's broken
in three places.

(sighs)
Ribs are shattered.

His skull's fractured.

She thinks whoever did this
took their time.

She thinks whoever did this
took some pleasure in it.

What's this?

Stun gun burns.

Working theory is, the killer
came up behind him, stunned him,

then beat him to death.

Lee, I need you to understand

that now that Detective Riley's
cover is no longer an issue,

I need to act.

I'm going to bring in
your brother for questioning.

Where am I?

Excuse me?

I want to be there
when you question him.

Lee...

I'm not talking about
running the interview.

I just... I
need to be able

to see him when
you talk to him.

I can be in the
observation room.

I got to know if he tells you
the same story he told me.

What do you mean,
the same story that he told you?

I went to
his apartment.
(sighs)

I asked him if he
knew Henry Maynard.

He told me he just met him.
He didn't seem alarmed.

He didn't startle
at the question.

He sure as hell didn't act
like he knew he was a cop.

Now, for what it's
worth, I believed him.

I told you
to stay out of this.

Manny, you don't understand.
This is my big brother.

If I was wrong about him,
if he did this to a cop,

I need to be there.

I'm sorry.
I don't...

I don't... I don't think
I've ever seen this girl before.

Her name
is Kate Hatton.

Oh, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry, but
none of this is familiar to me.

DEVALOS:
Really?

Why don't you take
a closer look,

Mr. Scanlon, because I'm pretty
sure you know who that girl is,

and I'm almost certain
you know who the man is.

One more look, please.

I'm sorry, I...

You don't recognize
the tattoo?

On who?

On him.

On you.

On me?

(snorts)

You think this is me 'cause
of... 'cause of that tattoo?

Are you denying
that you have one

exactly like it
on your right arm?

That tattoo?

There's a million guys
that got that tattoo.

Look, I don't,
I don't...

I don't know who this guy is,
but it's not me.

I've never seen
that girl before.

I've never been to this place,

wherever it is, or
wore a mask like that.

You know,
maybe you guys

just, uh...

want to pin this
on a felon.

Well, you can forget about that.

I had nothing to do with this.

Ever seen him?

Sure.

That's, uh,
that's Henry.

Now, you want
to talk about a guy

who's capable of doing
something like that...

DEVALOS:
Mr. Scanlon, Henry's
real name is Sean Riley.

Detective Sean Riley.

He's an undercover officer
I assigned to get close to you.

ALLISON:
Detective Riley's body

was found
near the airport earlier today.

He was beaten to death.

Did he say something
that alerted you to the fact

that he wasn't
who he said he was?

You think I had something
to do with killing a cop?

My own brother's a cop.

In fact, the other night,
he was asking me...

about the same guy.

PAUL:
Oh, man.

Oh, man.

He knew about this, didn't he?

That you were
trying to...

pin me for what
happened to this girl.

Your brother has never
had anything to do

with this
investigation, sir.

He's out there
right now, isn't he?

Hey!

Hey, Mr. Good!

You're looking at me.

Aren't you?

What's the matter with you?

I told you

I'd changed!

(button on camera clicks)

(sighs)

(panting)

(button clicks)

(button clicks)

(pounding on wall)

PAUL: Hey! What? You didn't
believe me, baby brother?

Couldn't convince
your friends here

they're after the wrong guy?

DEVALOS:
Mr. Scanlon, I need you
to return to your seat now.

Your brother's
not out there.

PAUL:
Thanks for all your
help, Mr. Good.

Great to know you were there
for me when I needed you.

DEVALOS:
All right, Mr. Scanlon.

I need you to return
to your seat.

(phone ringing)

SCANLON: So, what's
the verdict?

Um, well, yeah.

It's, it's good, I guess.

I mean, he, uh...

They-they can't keep him.

They can't prove anything.

He-he just kept saying
he didn't do it, any of it.

What do you say?

You know, after that beating
I took the other night,

I still have a concussion.

Hey. Tell me what you saw.

Did he kill him? Did my
brother kill that detective?

I didn't see that.

What about the girl? Did
you see him with the girl?

That's my brother
in that video, right?

(knocking)

Hey.

My baby brother.

Big, brave police guy.

What you doing?

Shouldn't you be hiding
behind a one-way mirror?

(grunting)

(groans)

Now, you look me in the eye
and tell me what's going on.

What's going
on with what?

Did you rape
that girl?

No!

Did you kill
that detective?

Oh, for God sakes, no.
Put that gun away.

You raped her, didn't
you, you fat weasel?

And when you realized that
cop was on your trail,

you beat him to
death, didn't you?

Didn't you?!

Damn it, Lee.
Look at me.

I'm your brother.
I'm your flesh and blood.

I'm looking you
right in the eye.

I didn't do it.
Any of it.

I swear to God.

(sobbing):
I went to prison,
Lee, for nine years.

When I got out,
I made a promise to myself

that I would never, ever
hurt another person.

I would never, ever force myself
on another human being.

And I swear to God, I haven't.

Go ahead, shoot.

It'd be a relief.

But I didn't do it, Lee.

(uncocks gun)

(sighs)

Know why I came back to
Phoenix, baby brother?

'Cause I heard
you had that kid.

I've been alone all my
life, Lee. I got nothing.

And I just thought
maybe, you know...

maybe I could get a little
something of what you have.

(catching breath)

Stupid, right?

(sighs heavily)

Not stupid.

It's not stupid.

(gagging)

(grunting)

(grunting)

You're awake.

That's good.

I guess we can get started.

You're scared, right?

You're wondering
who I am?

Why I'm doing
this to you?

After all,
you've never seen me before.

You don't know me at all.

But I know you... Henry Maynard.

(muffled protest)

(muffled):
You've got the wrong person.

Read all about you
on my favorite Web site.

(muffled,
labored breathing)

You raped a 15-year-old girl.

(muffled):
No.

(muffled speech)

(grunting in pain)

I'm not gonna lie to you, Henry.

You're going to die tonight.

I'm going to kill you.

But first...

I'm going to teach you
what it really means

to be a victim.

(muffled yell)

(groaning)

(grunts)

(grunting)

Stop it! Stop fighting.

Listen to me.

This is only gonna get worse
if you keep fighting.

(loud thump)

(groaning)

Stop fighting?

That's a good one, Henry.

(gasps)

(exhales)

(loud bang)

It still hurt?

I can deal with it.

What's this?

More sex offenders you
think may have hurt me?

Or vice versa.

All these men have
dropped out of sight,

stopped checking in with
their parole officers.

Those men are never
gonna show up, are they?

You made sure of that,
didn't you?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Well, this last man

that you murdered,
Henry Maynard...

not a sex offender.

Not really.

He was an undercover

vice detective.

He was somebody's husband,
he was somebody's father.

What, you didn't...
you didn't know

that the... the police
put up fake histories

for their undercover officers
on the sex registry?

Well, they do.

One last time--

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Hey, guys.

So what happens now?

You gonna arrest me?

By yourself?

Yeah, I didn't
think so.

That would require proof,

that would require muscle--

neither of which you have.

You coming to class?

I'm gonna pass.

(knocking)

Hey.

Hey.

(sighs)

Nice.
(chuckles)

(sniffs)

It's quiet.
(chuckles)

(clears throat)

Where's, uh...
where's your fiancée?

Where's the...

Where's the baby?

I thought we were all, uh...

all having dinner together.

I sent them away.

You know what I did today?

I watched that video of
the teenage girl getting raped.

Oh, man.

Wh-Why would you do that?

'Cause my big brother
told me it wasn't him.

I figured the quicker
I figure out who it really was,

the quicker you could
get on with your life

without everybody
looking over your shoulder.

The guy in that video,
he had that girl on the bed.

Kind of hesitated before
he got down to business,

like he was nervous.

He just stood there
looking down at her,

bending his thumb back.

He kept bending his thumb back
all the way to his wrist.

Guess the guy
was double-jointed.

And it made me think
of you, Paul.

You're double-jointed.

Well, a lot of guys
are double-jointed.

No, no, I know, but I don't
know them; I know you.

And I remember how back
when Dad used to get drunk

and raring to hit someone,
you'd just lay there on your bed

bending your thumb back
over and over again.

You shouldn't have
watched that video.

I don't know why

you'd want something
like that in your head.

One-time offer.

Ride down to the
station with me.

Admit what you did.
I will stand by you.

(chuckles)

Really?

You're going to stand by me?

You gonna go
to prison with me?

I'll get you help.

Whatever you need
to get better.

You don't get it,
Mr. Good, do you?

I don't need help.

I don't want help.

I'm fine.

I like me.

All the cops
and the social workers

and the parole officers.

You know,
all that, all that system

that you couldn't wait
to sign up to be a part of?

You guys all had your crack
at helping me.

It didn't take.

'Cause there's nothing
really wrong.

I'm just... like... you.

But I'll tell you...
(clears throat)

I'll tell you something,
baby brother.

(clears throat)
You want me to...

You want to take me downtown,
baby brother?

Hmm? Want to charge me
with, um, with what?

Being double-jointed?

I'll stand by you.

(laughs)

No?

(patting back)

Well, I'll tell you what.

If you change your mind...
(clicks tongue)

...you know where I live.

(imitates crying)

KIRA:
Looks like you want
to say something to me.

(man moaning and panting)

I don't blame you.

I'd do the same thing
in your shoes.

(moaning continues)

I got it all wrong, right?

You're really a good guy.

I've heard it all before.

All of it.

You deserve this.

You know that.

Try to accept it
with some kind of dignity.

(panting)

(gasps)

(cell phone ringing)

(groans)

Oh...

Hey, Allison.

Look, Lee. I know
we didn't have enough evidence

to bring in that woman Kira
for questioning.

But please, please tell me that
you meant it when you said

you were going
to have somebody watching her.

Uh, yeah, we got a night shift
detective on her right now.

Why?
(sighs)

She's going after your brother.

What?

I just saw it, Lee.

I saw it, um...

I don't know when
it's going to happen,

but I think
it's going to happen soon.

She-she has a broken knuckle,

and she still had it
in my dream.

Um, okay.
We've got it covered, Allison.

If Kira goes after Paul,
we'll pick her up.

Thanks for the heads-up, though.

* *

Hi. What are you doing here?

I still have another,
uh, two hours.

I couldn't sleep.

Figured there's no point
in us both suffering.

You serious?

I'm here, right?

You're relieved.
Go home. Eat. Sleep.

Copy that, Detective.

Much obliged.

See ya.

(engine starting)

* *

(cell phone ringing)

(phone beeps on)

SCANLON (softly):
What's up?

ALLISON (on phone):
Lee.

I just couldn't sleep.

Please just tell me
everything's all right with you.

Paul's dead, Allison.

What?

We picked that woman up on her
way out of my brother's place.

She got to him
before we could stop her.

I guess our guy must have gotten
distracted or something.

They were, uh, too late
to help my brother.

(voice cracking):
Oh, my God.

The good news is,
we had her dead to rights.

She's going away
for a long time.

I'm so sorry, Lee.

Yeah. Me, too.

(cocks gun)

(sighs)

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