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They say 40 is the new 30.

And I say they're right.

I look young, I feel young,
and I act young,

and frankly, most men my age
can't begin to keep up.

So where does a girl go?

(inhales)

Where does she go
to find suitable playmates?

Come on.

I'm gonna show you.

MAN:
Amy and I were supposed to get
married right after
graduation.

She'd already picked out
the dress, reserved the hall.

Everybody says that
it must have been her time...

...but maybe it was the drunk
who hit her's time.

It's been five months.

I still can't sleep.
Don't really eat.

Don't really want
to be with anybody.

Other than this group,
I mean.

Five months without anybody?

(chuckles)

This is actually too simple.

(moaning)

(both breathing heavily)

I hope that answers
your question.

Completely.

Fold-down rear seats--
I'm gonna get some.

I think I forgot how
amazing that can be.

(chuckles)

You want to do it again?

Now, this is the tough part.

Remember, the goal here
is to love 'em and leave 'em,

not keep loving 'em.

I mean, how you going to move on
to your next young lover

if... you're still
with the last?

So now that you got him
where you want him,

the trick is
to move in for the kill.

See, that's what really
separates the cougars

from the pussycats.

You want to do it again?

Hmm?

How about that?

That's nice.
Like this?

Oh, yeah.
Like this?

That feels good.

You like that?

Yeah, that's good.
That's nice.

Yeah, that's good.

(both moaning)

(gasps)

Oh.

JOE:
Bad dream?

(groans)

It was weird.

Just weird dream. Weird.

This woman,
she was behaving like...

well, I don't know
what she was behaving like.

She kept trying to get
these young guys into bed,

and then when she was
through with them...

Actually, she was behaving
just like a man.

(groans)

Okay. Sorry I asked.

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Girls, let's go.

Breakfast time.

Ariel?

Don't do that.

You do that too hard
and it'll go

right through to your brain.

My ear's itchy.

Hey.

I need your
credit card

for gas.

I've got a meeting
with Devalos this morning.

NEWSCASTER:
Police have not yet released

the name of the young man,

whose body was found
early this morning

in the back of his SUV,

which was in a downtown church
parking lot.

I'll be right back.
I got to make a call.

SCANLON:
Coroner's figuring

he died last night
around 11:00.

You were right
about his fiancée.

She was killed by a drunk driver
six months ago.

In fact, he was attending some
kind of a grief support meeting

here at the church.

Well, did anyone see him leave
with the woman I described:

tall,

very beautiful, early 40s?

According to the others
at the meeting,

no one there really fits
that description.

I saw her as plain as day.

That's the thing, Allison.

Whoever did this, there's
nothing womanly about her.

It's pretty savage,
kind of bordering on butchery,

and it's hard to imagine a woman
of any age with the anger,

not to mention the strength,

necessary to hack this fellow up
the way he was.

(knocking)

Come in.

Oh, sorry I'm late.

Hey, come on in, Allison.

You remember Ben,
my campaign manager?

Ben Salzberg.
Allison Dubois.

We've met.
I remember.

(clears throat)

Hey...

"Manuel Devalos.
An Instinct for Justice."

Well, you have my vote,
Mr. Devalos.

There's one.
Okay.

Here, I want
to show you something.

(reporters clamoring
on television)

REPORTER:
Mr. District Attorney,

polls show Manuel Devalos
is closing the gap

on yourseven-
point lead.

Do you have
any comment

about what's being called
the "Manuel Momentum"?

(chuckles)

The only person calling it
the "Manuel Momentum"

is former
District Attorney Devalos.

Now, I'll admit
his numbers look impressive,

given his late entrance
into the race,

but the citizens of Phoenix have
had enough of Manuel Devalos.

They know
what baggage he brings with him.

They know that when it comes
to the trying of fact

in a court of law,

you don't go to a witch doctor
or a fortune-teller

for legal counsel.

My intuition says
the voters aren't buying it.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

(sighs)

Talk about "going negative."

I didn't bring you
here to upset you.

Well, I appreciate that, sir.

Mutual admiration aside, we've
called you here, Mrs. Dubois,

because Manny has a very
important fund-raiser tomorrow.

Say no more.

I'll book a bus ticket
out of town if it'll help.

I thought you said
she was a psychic.

You're misunderstanding,
Allison.

I don't want you
to stay away.

I want you there.

Prominently.

I don't understand.

Manny's biggest
problem

and Van Dyke's biggest asset
is "the Allison question."

Who is Allison
Dubois?

Where is she?

If she's the real deal,
why is Manny hiding her?

We've come
to the conclusion

that the best answer
for the Allison question

is Allison herself.

It's time for you to come
out of hiding, Mrs. Dubois.

(murmurs)

(Joe yawns)

"The answer to the Allison
question is Allison herself"?

Mm-hmm.

He actually
said that?

So what? So now we got
to go to this thing?

Well, what was I
supposed to say?

I don't know. Tell him
we got a sick kid.

What?

What are kids for if not
to be used as excuses

to get out of things
that you don't want to do?

That's not funny.

That's not even
a little funny.

If one of our girls
gets sick now...

Oh, please, one of
our kids is not going

to get sick now.

And it is too funny.

Be quiet. I'm not listening.
I'm asleep.

No, you're laughing.
You're laughing on the inside.

I can't hear you.

I'm in dreamland.

You want to keep your
laughter down, please?

I'm trying to sleep.
(humming)

MAN:
You going to want
something else?

It's last call.

No, thanks.

I guess I've been stood up.

Happens to the best of us.

You know, he may still show.

You got 20 minutes
till closing.

There's no one coming here
to meet me.

Fundamental truth:

Hardworking young men
like the idea

of seducing rich, older women.

They think it's easy.

They think we're desperate--

so desperate we'll do whatever
it takes to keep them happy.

Little does he know

I only want him
for the night.

Glass ring, fake pearls.

He's a man.

He won't know the difference.

How's that treating you?

Good. Thanks.

It's my fault, you know,

that he thinks he can
treat me this way.

I should never
have bought him

that little sports car
he wanted.

Now he thinks he can
just leave me here sitting,

waiting for him all night
in a restaurant.

He sounds
like a fool.

A blind fool.

You're right.

He is.

(chuckles)

Look, I got to ask you
something.

Well, go ahead. Hurry up.

Only got 19 minutes
before closing.

How does a guy get to be
with a woman like you anyway?

(chuckles)

He asks.

(moaning and clattering)

(both chuckling)

You're pretty amazing.

Pretty and amazing,
yeah.

God did okay by you, too.

(chuckles)

Hey, I'm gonna, uh,
pour myself a drink.

You want something?

Whatever
you're having, sure.

This one actually makes me
a little sad.

(sighing):
He's so cute.

(chuckles)

I could see myself spending more
than just one night with him.

But that would never work.

He thinks I actually have money.

Don't look so surprised.

Any cougar worth her salt knows
a thing or two about nails.

Hey, lover,
you ever had your back scratched

by a woman who really knows how?

(baby crying)

Oh, come on.
Don't be such a baby.

You'll love it.

(Marie crying)

Oh.

(softly):
Careful. She just fell asleep.

I don't want to wake her.
(softly):
Okay.

Don't blame me.
Blame Dr. Friedman.

He's the one who's
leaving town and told us

we've got to get to his
office in half an hour.

Hey, how many times you think
we've made this trip?

I don't know, what?

The early morning
ear infection/antibiotic run?

I don't know.

Together or separate...?

Hey, what street was that?

Um, oh... 24th, I think.

Let me use your phone.

I've got to call
Detective Scanlon.

Detective Lee Scanlon,
Phoenix PD.

I, uh, I got an anonymous tip
there might have been

some trouble here
in the restaurant last night.

Well, looks okay to me.

Okay, I give up.

(touch tone dialing)

(line ringing)
Come on, Allison.

ALLISON:
Hello?

Lee, is that you?
(scouring floor)

Hello?
Uh, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna call you back, okay?

(continues scouring)
What's going on?

What do you got here, amigo?

Victim's name is Ryan Haas,
26 years old.

Been working
at this restaurant

for four years
as a bartender.

The manager said, uh,

Ryan offered to close up last
night after his shift ended.

Didn't say anything about
him, uh, having a date.

Anyone remember
the woman at the bar?

This place is kind
of a pickup joint.

Ryan was a flirt.

The manager says
there's always girls

hanging around the bar
till closing,

but no one they noticed.
Well, that doesn't make sense.

This woman is beautiful.

She was, uh... sexy.

She's not the kind of woman
who would go unnoticed.

Well, she did last night,
if she even exists.

What does that mean?

Allison, this guy was killed
with a nail gun.

So?
So how many women
you know have a nail gun?

Much less the strength
to overpower

a 26-year-old man
long enough

to drive a couple hundred
six-penny nails

into his head,
his neck, his chest...

This isn't about strength.

It's just like that guy that got
lured into the back of his van

and stabbed to death
the other night.

She seduces them,
she has sex with them,

and then when their defenses
are down

and they're vulnerable,
then she strikes.

I want to see that movie.

You know, I'm not
even convinced

these two murders are related.

Well, they are.

So you're telling me
that there's

a female serial killer
out there,

picking up men
and then murdering them.

That's what I'm saying.

I guess I should be grateful

I'm not out there
on the prowl anymore.

Relax, stud. You're
about ten years too old

for this black widow.

You look pretty.

(giggles)

Thanks, sugar.

So do you.

Hey...

Mama has to go out.

I don't want to,
but I promised someone

I'd do something for them.

How do you feel?

It still hurts.

Aww.

You know Daddy and Ariel
and Bridgette

are all going to be here
to take care of you,

and I'll be back home
before you know it, okay?

"I" before "E,"
except after "C."

Can't you just tell me
how to spell it?

Uh, Dad, I think
you're in trouble,

'cause Mom's all dressed up
and you're not.

(chuckles):
No, honey.

Daddy's staying home with you.

It's okay. You can
take him if you want.

He's being kind
of grouchy anyways.

You know, the whole point

of "the kid is sick" excuse
is to get us both out of going.

Yeah, I'll remember that
next time.

Hey, don't forget
to wake her up at 9:30

for her last dose
of medicine, okay?

Come on, grouchy.

(indistinct chatter)

Allison.
Hi.

It's so great you're here.

Don't be silly.
What a terrific turnout.

It's going very well,
lots of press, lots of donors,

a few big fish we still need
to haul into the boat.

And here comes Shamu now.

How are you?

Constance, I'm so pleased
you could make it.

Mr. District Attorney.

I don't see Richard.

Oh, he's running late.

Some business thing.

Constance, have you
met Mrs. Dubois?

Allison Dubois, this is
Constance Madsen.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, my...

the famous Allison Dubois.

So tell me, what is my fortune?

What's in my future?

Oh, I feel strongly
you and your husband

are going to make
a significant contribution

to Mr. Devalos' campaign.

(all chuckling)

Very clever, Mrs. Dubois.

Allison,
Constance's husband,

Richard, owns a very successful
construction firm

here in Phoenix,

and they have been
very supportive over the years.

But then, I'm sure
you knew that.

Oh, yes.
I know everything.

Well, tell me,
do you happen to know

when my husband is actually
going to show up?

(all chuckling)

(applause)

But the truth is,

I did not do it all myself.

I was privileged to work
with a dedicated group

of police detectives,

and some of the most talented
ADAs in the country.

And as most of you now know,

I had a secret weapon.

Her name is Allison Dubois.

Allison worked for me
as an investigator,

as a jury consultant
and as a paralegal.

And it was her dedicated service
to the city of Phoenix

that was invaluable in helping
to convict and incarcerate

a number of violent criminals.

(applause)

CONSTANCE:
So what does your

crystal ball say? Is he going
to win this election?

I wish I knew.

I'm afraid I'm as much
in the dark

as anybody on this subject.

Really? That doesn't seem fair.

I think it's the universe's way
of evening the score.

MAN:
Connie!
Ah!

There you are.

Sorry I'm late.

What did I miss?

The speeches, the food,
the champagne...

but let me introduce you to the
very best part of the evening.

Richard, this is
Allison Dubois.

She's the psychic
who was working

with Manuel all those years.

A-ha, how do you do?

Is this honestly the only way?

It's the only
way for you.

You don't look
happy, Richard.

You should be happy.

I know I'm happy.

Now, go.

Go to your little party
for Manuel Devalos

and enjoy yourself.

And please write him
a generous check.

CONSTANCE:
She looked into the future
and said that

you are going to write a big

check for this campaign.

Well...

we don't want to make
a liar out her, now do we?

Hey, stranger.

What time did you get in?

A little
before midnight.

You two were
dead to the world.

Yeah, well, this little one
was exhausted from screaming.

And me, I was exhausted
from trying to calm her down.

Poor thing.

Oh, I'm okay.

So what did I miss?

How was the fundraiser?

Did we raise a lot of funds?

Did we fund a lot of raises?

It was fine.

Well, actually,
it was a little strange.

I was introduced to this friend
of Devalos', this big donor.

And the second I met him...

I knew something was wrong.

What do you mean "wrong"?

Was he ill? Something going
to happen to him?

Not him, Devalos.

Something bad was going
to happen to Devalos.

What do you mean "bad"?

I don't know.

His friend was in cahoots
with Van Dyke.

They were plotting
against Devalos.

What do you mean?
Plotting against him how?

I don't know.

So you met this guy,

and you got a bad feeling
about him.

Then what happened?

Well, then he wrote
Devalos a big check.

Well, I'm no politico,

but there must be a better way

to crush a campaign
than by funding it.

So did you say
something to him?

Well, say what?

The night seemed to be
going so well for him.

I didn't want
to be the one to ruin it.

Especially since
I don't know what,

if anything, is going on.

(groans)

All right, we have 45 minutes
before the girls get up.

Oh, did you happen
to see the note

that I left for you in
the kitchen last night?

The message
from Scanlon?

ALLISON:
You know, I don't get it.

I'm usually persona non grata
around here. Hi.

You know, you're sneaking
around to meet me,

but today, you're waiting
for me by the front door,

escorting me up
the elevator.

What can I tell you?

If I had my way, we'd
pick you up in a limo,

offer you champagne
and caviar for lunch.

You know, don't you worry
if you lie like that,

your nose is
going to grow?

Or God's going to
smite you or something?

Look, the honest
to God truth is,

I got two dead
20-something guys

who were found exactly
where you said they'd be,

murdered exactly the way
you said they'd be.

I need to get you
with a sketch artist.

I know it sounds
like a lot of nothing.

I just kind of felt funny
keeping it to myself.

Well, I don't know
what to tell you, Allison.

The man's check cleared.

Well, at the end of the day,

I guess that's all
that really matters.

(knocking)

Uh-oh.

I'm being summoned.

Oh, well, then
don't let me keep you.

You know, it meant a lot to me
that you were there last night,

and for what it's worth,
your name was mentioned

in this morning's paper.

Well, then I guess
it's mission accomplished.

Mission accomplished.

I'll talk to you soon.

You know, it just
doesn't make much sense

what she's saying,
Mr. Devalos.

It just... doesn't.

Well, I grant you, it doesn't
make much sense to us.

No, it doesn't make
much sense, period.

Why would Richard Madsen
be having secret meetings

with District
Attorney Van Dyke?

The man just donated a
truckload of money to you.

Well, then,
you tell me.

What kind of deal
could they have been making?

Manny, listen
to yourself.

You're becoming
completely preoccupied

because some woman
told you ...

Not some woman.

Allison Dubois.

Do me a favor. Just...

keep your ear to the ground.

Okay.

(loud rock music playing)

(loud crowd chatter)

Got your message.

Dispatch said you think you
may have spotted my suspect.

My partner and I
got a call

to break up a fight
in the parking lot.

We were finishing up
in here with the owner,

and I saw someone
that looked like your sketch.

She even has the coat.

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

Hello.

Hmm. Sorry.

(clears throat)

Hello?

SCANLON:
Am I waking you?

No. It's okay.

I think I may have spotted
your exterminating angel,

that woman
you keep dreaming about?

She's here at a bar trolling
for guys half her age.

You're kidding.

No, Allison. It's 11:45.

I never kid

after 10:00 on a weeknight.

So here's what I'm calling
to find out.

You had any more dreams?

I mean, is this chick gonna pull
a chainsaw out of her purse

or a jackhammer
out of her underwear?

(laughs)

Is there anything
I should be on the lookout for?

(clears throat)
I'm sorry. I don't know.

I haven't dreamt about her
in the last couple days.

Okay, well, I'm gonna take that
as a good sign,

maybe introduce myself
to this little lady,

see if I can get
to the bottom of this thing.

Okay.

All right.

Bye.

(phone beeps off)

(clears throat)

(phone thuds to floor)

I no, uh,

speaka da English
so... so good, yeah, no.

You speaka da English
just fine.

(both chuckle)

Oh, pretty.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Maybe, um,
I-I teach you Italiano

later, huh?

(laughs)

Mmm!

(laughs)
SCANLON:
Excuse me?

Excuse me!
Phoenix PD.

Ma'am, if I
could ask you

to please step away
from the gentleman.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

What's this all about?
What's going on?

It's about her, sir.
It's not about you.

If you could stand
still and stay calm.

I am not from here.

(stammering):
Are you policia?

Yeah. That's me. Policia.
Tell you what.

Why don't you
hand me the purse?

Oh.
Hand me the purse.

Turn around.
Put your hands on the car.

Turn around. Put
your hands on the car.

Uh, scuzi? Scuzi? Uh...

(stammering)

Says here, you're
Michelle Todd of Tucson.

(no accent):
Okay.

So, uh, is trying
to impress a guy in a bar

against the law, Officer?

Maybe.

I think you're going to have
to come with me, Ms. Todd.

What? I'm just a girl
looking to have some fun.

What's the crime?

Murder.
(handcuffs jingling)

Well, wait a second.
What are you talking about?

You ever had any contact with
a Ryan Haas or Mr. Sean Covey?

Who?
Maybe you never asked
them their names.

A support group widower in
need of a little comfort?

A bartender I suspect
you may have nailed?

You have the right
to remain silent...

Wait. Wait, wait.
Wait a second. Wait a second!

A bartender?
Support group widowers?

It sounds like you're talking
about my book. I have a...

Ma'am, let's not make
this difficult, okay?

No, no, look, look!

Open my trunk.
It sounds like my book!

Open my trunk,
and I'll show you!

All right, all right, all right.

(car alarm chirps)

If you take her
for a second?

A Cougar's Guide to the Hunt:

Bagging a Man in
the Urban Jungle

by Charisma Kennedy.

Be nice. That's my pen name.

Look, flip it over.

Look, see?
That's my picture.

It's beautiful.
Thank you.

See, in there...
in there...

Under the chapter
headings-- look, see?

It's all there.

"Making the Connection
at a Support Group."

"Leaving More than a Tip
for the Bartender."

Wow. Nothing in here
about cops, huh?

No. Why?

Tonight's your
lucky night.

I'm going to take
you downtown.

You can do
some research.

(door opening)

Ugh! I hate you.

It's barely 7:00 in the morning.

Hey, early bird, I thought
you wanted to catch this worm.

Well, where is she?

I've been here
since 6:00.

Hold your horses.

The show is
about to begin.

Here comes your
dream girl now.

What do you think?

Well, that's her.

At least it looks like her.

What's the
hesitation about?

I don't know.
She looks so frightened.

Mm. Well, being charged with
murder will do that to you.

Hey, when you get a chance,
if you have some time,

this is actually
a pretty good read.

Every seduction you ever
dreamed of is in here.

The support group,
the bartender.

It's quite uncanny.

What is this,
a how-to book for killing men?

Not killing them,
Allison. Seducing them.

Oh, you mean,
there's no chapter in here

about the best way
to nail-gun your man

after he's flambéed you
in the kitchen?

Maybe she's saving that
for the sequel.

Let's go have
a little chat.

TODD:
You both understand

how absurd this is.

I...

Look at me!

I-I... I don't even know how
to use a knife or a nail gun.

I like men.

In fact, I
love them.

I've made a lot of money
loving them.

How do you mean?
Well,

as Charisma Kennedy,
I have the books.

I've written 12.

That one came out
four months ago.

In fact, I'm still doing
the book signings.

Then there's Charisma Kennedy,
the column and blog.

Then as
Michelle, I have

The Single
Girl's Guide

to Financial Independence.

And then as John Todd, I have

The Single Guy's Guide
to Financial Independence.

I'm a busy little girl,

but I am no murderer.

Then why don't you
just tell us

where you were
on the nights in question?

Look, I don't mind waiting
for a couple hours

until your lawyer gets
into his office

and we can get him down here.

No, really.

I don't have anything to hide.

I... It's just you're not going
to believe my alibi.

ALLISON:
What do you mean?

Do you not remember
what you were doing

on the nights in question?

I remember exactly
what I was doing.

I was at home...
alone... reading.

SCANLON:
I don't know.

Based on what I saw last night,

you don't strike me as
the "home alone reading" type.

Well, I am.

For the most part.

Sure, yeah, sometimes
I have to go out

and see what's really going on.

Hear the latest lines.

Try a new technique.

Is there a law

against a single girl looking
to have some fun?

You say that, but the fact
remains two men are dead.

Well, I had nothing
to do with it!

I'm no killer.

Like I said, I love men!

SCANLON:
But the fact remains
two men have been murdered

using techniques
eerily similar

to not one,
but two chapters

in your book.

Yeah, well, then,
maybe it means

that your killer can read.

Look, I'm going to make this
simple for you, Ms. Todd.

If you can't provide us
with an alibi

for the nights in question,
then I'm gonna have

to exercise my right
to hold you for 24 hours

while I obtain a warrant
to search your apartment.

But that's not right!

Yeah, well...

that's the law.

But don't worry.

I'll be sending
a hot, young thing in here

in a minute
to, uh, show you to a cell.

(knocking)
Come in.

DEVALOS:
Richard.

Come on in.
Take a seat.

I'll just leave and
let you two catch up.

(sighs)

(door closes)

So, you want
to tell me about it?

(airy laugh)
What...?

What are you
talking about, Manny?

I got a message
to come see you,

and here I am.

It's your meeting.

You want an answer?
Ask a question.

Okay, here's
a question.

Did you know
when I was District Attorney,

that some concerns surfaced

about corruption
in the construction sector?

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

Didn't get very far

before I was asked
to take a permanent vacation.

But as it turns out,
I still have some friends

in the District Attorney's
office, and recently,

they've brought some information
to my attention.

Paying off city inspectors?

(clears throat)

Bribing council members?

Van Dyke must have really
put the screws to you.

I don't know what
you're talking about,

but this is a strange way

to thank a major contributor
to your campaign.

Yeah.

Right.

Thanks.

So, how is that
supposed to work?

I cash the check,
and then Van Dyke announces

that he's indicting you?

And, oh, yes,
isn't it funny

that former DA Manuel Devalos
is taking money

from a city contractor
under investigation

for corruption and fraud?

What did he promise you?

A suspended sentence,
some kind of fine?

You're my friend, Manny.

Y-You've always been my friend.

I...

I had no choice. I, uh...

I can't go to jail.

It was very strange.

On one hand I had
these very vivid dreams,

in which she was always the one.

And then sitting
across from her today,

my instincts told me
I was wrong.

Well, for God's sake,
listen to your instincts.

Don't listen to
your instincts.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Well, she's in jail tonight.

So, I guess
it's up to the police

and the justice system now.

Hey!

Why are you scratching
your ear?

Mmm. I don't know.

I'm hoping
it's just a case

of the power of suggestion.

Hanging out with Marie
all this time,

watching her
scratch her ear.

Mmm.

Well, I hope you're right.

I will be very upset

if I have to wake up
early in the morning

and rush you
to the pediatrician.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Right back at you.

* *

Hey.

Where you going?

I told you.

I have a transport at 0800.

I'm shipping out to Germany

for a satellite operations
assignment.

So... last night was it?

You turn me out
and then you just leave?

Honey, we agreed.

No strings attached.

No seeing each other again.

Yeah, but that was before.

I mean, this is kind
of new to me, but...

I don't want you to go.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you something special
before I leave.

Something to remember me by.

Come here.

What are you doing?

You'll see.

Give me your hand.

(giggling sinisterly)

There you go.

Now the other.

There you go.

Mmm.

Now close your eyes.

There you go.

Lift your head.

(gagging)

Oh.

They're bringing her up
right now.

How is she?

Relieved. Upset.

Thrilled that she's starting
to look like she's not guilty.

Horrified that
somebody's doing this.

I don't know what
to tell you, Lee.

In my dreams, I saw her.

I saw her kill
that man last night.

I saw her kill
all those men.

Well, she definitely
didn't kill the guy

you called about
last night.

She's been
under lock and key

for the past 24 hours.

Ms. Todd,
I want to tell you

that the Phoenix
Police Department

extends its sincerest
apologies.

So, that's it?

I'm off the hook?

You're certainly off the hook
for last night's murder.

It's not quite so clear
about the other two.

In any event,
for the moment at least,

you are free to go.

You know,

my book has sold upwards
of 60,000 copies.

Okay.

Well, it seems to me
that means

there are at least 60,000 people
who could be doing this.

Who could be using my book,

my... techniques,

the scenarios I've written
to lure young men into bed.

Yeah, actually, I thought
about that myself.

Except I couldn't find the setup
for last night's killing

anywhere in here.
Really?

Really. Here.

We know that the killer
was dressed up

as a naval officer.

And there isn't any,

anything like that
in the book.

A naval officer?

Oh, they told me
they hated that one.

I'm sorry. Who told you
they hated what?

My publisher.

It was one of
the scenarios

that was cut
from my book.

Uh, "Patriot Games"
I think I called it.

Female naval
officer.

It's her last night
before shipping off

and she is going to spend it
sharing her bedroom secrets

with a younger man.

Um, are there any others?

Sure.

I remember
they couldn't wait to get rid

of "Naughty Nun
with a Bad Habit."

It was like, who has
a nun's habit hanging around?

Oh, and then there's
"The Extra Ticket."

Simple, but effective.

Very few men can
resist the, the temptation

of accepting that extra ticket

to "tonight's
big game."

Of course, it's after the game
that the fun really begins.

And these techniques,
these chapters that were cut,

who else might have seen them?

Sandra Marshall,
my publisher,

and-and-and her staff.

Yeah.

Hmm.

(no audio)

Can I have the remote, please?

Thank you.

I'm here to speak with you today

on behalf of my client
and friend, Richard Madsen.

Many of you know Richard.

He built our new hospital
downtown.
What the hell is this?

He's currently hard at work
on our new arts complex.

His firm is also involved

in the upkeep of our bridges
and roadways.

Also, Mr. Madsen
is a major financial supporter

of my run for District Attorney,

which is why it saddened me
earlier today

to learn that for the past
several months,

Mr. Madsen's firm
has been involved

in a series of payoffs
to city officials

in order to secure contracts
and approvals

his company might not otherwise
have enjoyed.

Oh, my God.

MADSEN:
My conscience...
it's been weighing on me.

So,

I decided to talk to my friend
Manuel here,

who has advised me

to throw myself on the mercy
of the court.

No! No, no, no, no, no!

Corruption in city government
is an insidious problem.

It cannot happen

if it is not allowed to happen.

(reporters clamoring)

Ladies, my name is Detective

Lee Scanlon.

I'm sure
you're all familiar

with the recent series
of killings here in Phoenix

targeting young, single men.

Well, we have reason to believe

that these killings
may have been inspired

by a book
that you published here,

a book that all of you women
worked on.

It's called
A Cougar's Guide to the Hunt:

Bagging a Man
in the Urban Jungle.

I'm sure you're all
familiar with it.

Yeah?

Well, as part
of our investigation, uh,

I'm going to need to know
where each of you were

on the nights that each
of these killings took place.

(phone ringing)
Then put it right
five times, Bridge,

but...

Hello?

Allison. It's Lee. I'm over here

at Michelle's publishing
company.

I gotta tell you,
it's a complete strikeout.

Every single one of the women
who worked on this book

has a rock-solid alibi.

Allison?

I don't know
what to tell you, Lee.

I'm stumped, too.

Well, that's two of us.

Except I'm stumped and hungry.

Uh, I'm going
to get out of here.

Okay.
Call me if you need me.

(elevator bell rings)

You work here?

No. Just visiting.

Are you an author?

Elliot Davis.

This is my company.

Oh.

Nice to meet you.

Are you from
out of town?

You got that
slightly dazed,

"I'm from out of town"
look in your eye.

Do I?

You know what?
If you're free,

I've got a couple of tickets
to the big game tonight.

I was supposed to go
with a buddy of mine,

but he just cancelled.

We could grab some dinner.

Catch the game. Whatever.

Where should I pick you up?

What? You've never been
approached by a man before?

At my age, I don't get
approached much by anybody.

No, I don't believe that.

I mean, who doesn't appreciate
the company of young people?

But every now and then,
it's nice to spend some time

with somebody who can carry on
a conversation.

Ah, you'd be amazed
at the number of people,

who otherwise
would never...

yeah, they're at a
vulnerable moment.

They're lonely.
They're bored.

In a strange city.

It's just
a basketball game.

I've been told
I'm terrific company.

I promise you,
I'm discreet.

In fact, I think
I can safely say

that no one who's ever
spent time with me

has ever lived
to regret it.

City detectives announced
this afternoon

that publisher Elliot Davis
has been arrested

and charged
with three counts of murder.

The 49-year-old Davis
reportedly confessed

to luring three local men
to their deaths,

using a book
his company published

that advises older women
how to seduce young men.

Michelle Todd, who goes
by the name Charisma Kennedy,

the author
of A Cougar's Guide to the Hunt,

was shocked to learn

how her book played a role
in the murder spree...

Okay, quit moving.

I can't get this medicine
in your ear.

MICHELLE:
Naturally, I'm shocked
and saddened

that a book that I wrote
with the intention

of bringing pleasure and-and
hope to women of a certain age

would be used
in such a perverse way.

I mean, it's obviously
a very effective book...

maybe too effective.

(reporters clamoring)

WOMAN:
And what's next
for you?

Well, ironically, this tragedy
has brought a lot of attention

to the Cougar books.

I've gotten a number of calls
from cable networks

about a Cougar reality show,

and maybe a Cougar Web site
or a social

networking, uh, page
like My Cougar.

And you know...

I'm open to anything.

What is she saying?
I can't hear.

I can't hear anything
with all this,

this medicine in my ear.

Don't worry.

You didn't miss a thing.

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