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Go. Go.

Go.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Don't you lose it. Don't you lose it.

Good. Hang on. Hang on.

Don't you lose it.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, please wait outside. We have to get statements from all of you later. Come

on. Panucci, we got to talk to these people. Let's go.

It was a drive -by. I was working a burglary up the street. Why don't you

pussies do something?

A woman died in here.

Excuse me? It's becoming very clear to me these people can't afford the

firepower. They're losing the arms race. Come on, Panucci. Just put the kid down

and get to work. Please step away from the door. Let's go.

Come on. Chuck, this is bullshit. Let us in.

I mean, take a look at the code work. It worked. There was an equal amount of

terror on both sides. Panucci, you're really beginning to piss me off. Me? I

know that woman. I know that kid. I can help. I mean, we've already got low

-income housing, food stamps, welfare.

I mean, why not guns? Hey, guys, things are getting ugly out here. Don't wear

those uniforms.

They're on their way, okay?

You know who I am. You know what I think?

I'll tell you what I think. I think they should start to issue firearms to

everybody. I mean, the younger, the better. I mean, there's a lot of talent

here. All we got to do is just go out and develop it. Hey, look, I know that.

Partner, if you want to crap around like this, go ahead, but I'm going to write

this in my report.

I've been partnering with you for three months, and I'm just sick of it. Man,

fuck you. Hey, get the hell out of here. Just get the hell out of here. Come on,

Crickmore, handle it.

That's it. I'm not asking anymore. I'm telling you to step back right now.

Let's go.

Thank you for your cooperation.

She's already got the hang of it.

Thanks for the ride.

My partner kind of left without me. Oh, man.

What? What?

Ball nearly had a stroke.

Yeah, well, he did seem a little upset, didn't he?

Jesus, Mal.

No, Crick. I like you.

You understand my humor. Yeah, well, I'm in a definite minority.

do these things mouth why i don't know captain they just kind of come out how

many times have we had this conversation you're not going to count the thing

with the weasel that was not my fault you're good at this job mouth in fact i

think you have a real gift but this ball could have shot that kid i'm afraid you

put your luck too far look captain i'm sorry

I'll smooth it over with Bonnie. Let's not make a big deal out of this. Forget

it, Mal. He doesn't want to work with you.

Nobody does.

You offend people.

Really?

Still?

Oh, man, and I've been working on that, too.

Well, stay on it. You got a way to go.

You're a very weird man.

You're going to lose a day's pay.

All right.

And you're going to have to work on Rapunzel.

Really? Yeah, really.

She did another one last night. Look at this.

She's their ultimate jerk -off fantasy.

They're shitting all over us.

We're forming a task force.

You'll be on it full -time as of today. You can work on your own, but be sure

you come to the meetings. The idea is to share information. Have you got that?

Oh, yes, sir. No problem here.

You know me, I love an audience.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Don't fuck this up.

And stay away from the weasel.

Okay.

Get over to the Monarch Hotel.

They've been holding the body for you. The coroner's been bitching about it all

day.

Captain,

do I get a partner?

Well, that's going to be a problem, Mouth.

There isn't a long list of willing candidates.

Oh, geez, I can really use somebody to bounce off of. I mean, it helps.

You can't think of anybody?

Not a soul.

I still don't get it. What the hell happened?

I don't know.

Captain Dan picked you personally.

Yeah, but this is a homicide, and I'm just a D1. It doesn't make sense.

Very few things do.

What's with the lollipops?

She likes to leave one on the pillow next to the victim's head.

It's her signature.

I never heard about that.

Nobody has. They kept it under wraps in case we get a copycat. They also found

long strands of human hair bleached blonde at the two previous murder

Must be a wig.

Have them check to see if it's Asian.

If she's on a budget, it's probably Korean hair. That should narrow it down.

Must be a lot of bald chicks running around Korea.

That's a theory.

Anything else? Yeah, she likes candles. They found drippings in all the rooms.

No prints on the wax either.

Careful. She's a romantic. What about the ballistics?

They're pointless.

She's used a different gun every time.

This is curious.

What?

Forensics found rope fibers on the sheets of the scene of the first murder.

Did they find any on the second? No. It says right here. No fibers found on the

sheets.

Oh, the sheep. Yeah, but the coroner's report didn't show road marks on any of

the victims.

It's about time.

Let's make it quick, okay?

We gotta get this guy on ice. He's going bad.

So, you up for a little dinner afterwards?

What do you think?

Chinese or Italian? Pick one.

I've got noodles. I'm satisfied.

Oh, this guy died a happy man.

Looks like she screwed his brains up.

Here we go.

A little hair of the dog that bit him.

Crick.

Oh, man, what are

you doing?

Gooch. What is he doing?

He's got his reasons. I don't care, man. Just keep him away from my stiff. I

hate it when people fuck with my stiffs. You want to take him home to play?

I swear to God, Panucci, you're a goddamn ghoul.

Forensic still around?

No, man. They left hours ago.

Crick, get him back here.

Have him go over these bedposts.

from there.

Oh, God! Hey!

Hey, Panucci.

How you doing, man? I'm fine.

What are you doing here, Weasel?

Well, you know me, Panucci. I'm just always trying to get the story.

Let's have it, Harold.

Come on, Panucci.

Harold, come on.

Thank you.

What have you got, Kurt?

Huh. Looks a little overexposed.

What kind of film do you use?

You're still holding a grudge, aren't you, Panucci? That's too bad. I'm just

doing my job.

And I'm just doing mine. Come on, Crick.

Hey, Panucci, what's going on here? The other cops, they wouldn't tell me squat.

Good. It's Rapunzel, right? You like that name? I'm the one that came up with

it. Congratulations.

Don't be bitter.

We can still work together, right?

You know, Crick, you gotta watch out for the weasel here.

He'll crawl through your septic tank just to see what you had for dinner last

night. You like that, Panucci.

Panucci! Hey, Mouth!

You don't call me that.

People who call me that are cops, and you are not a cop.

You are a shit stain in my underwear that won't wash out.

You got that?

Sure. Sure. Have a nice day, Harold.

What was that all?

Do you remember the Foothill Strangler? Yeah.

I tracked that psycho for eight months.

He finally got a positive ID on a latent print. I had that son of a bitch

nailed. He was lying.

Then the weasel broke into my car and stole my notes and published the guy's

name and picture.

He even listed me as his source.

Strangler bolted. They finally got him in Phoenix after he killed two more

women. Nobody believed that I had my thoughts, not even my own partner.

I got kicked off the task force and put on shit duty for the next two years.

Listen, Kirk, you haven't been around that long.

You just made detective, so I got to tell you this.

Since that happened, I haven't been able to keep a partner longer than four

months.

Nobody wants to work with me.

So what you're telling me is that it's the weasel's fault I got handpicked to

work with you?

Yeah.

What an asshole.

Yeah.

Hi, Nance. Listen, I need county data to give me a background check on these

victims.

Well, hide yourself.

Where you been hiding?

Oh, you know, the usual.

So do you think I can get that in the next day or so?

Well, I don't know, Jack.

That's tough.

I'm pretty backed up.

It's really important.

You know, a search on these guys could take a while.

This database still has a lot of bugs.

Oh, man.

You know, every agency in the county is still entering its files.

Arrest records, criminal courts, family courts, child services, health and

welfare, emergency rooms.

Nance, whatever it takes, I need this stuff yesterday.

You know...

You might be better off going downtown for those hard copies.

I could go with you. I'm free for lunch tomorrow.

Can't, Nance. No time.

Okay, Jack.

I'll put you at the top of my list.

But you owe me a dinner.

You got it, Nance.

Dinner.

Right, Jack.

Dinner.

Can't wait.

Give him a beer.

It's okay, puss in boots. Let's go.

You were right about the bedposts.

What do we got?

They found rope fibers on both of them and in Holland's hands.

Okay, you have to go back to the scene of the second murder and comb it for

more. I come home, the bitch is in the shower, and there's this asshole

in my bed. Hey, buddy, can you keep it down?

Why the interest?

There were no rope marks on the victims.

None of them were tied up. The victims weren't. The murderer was.

Holy shit.

Yeah, I like this lady's imagination.

He's been eating my food.

Drinking my beer.

I'm okay.

I said I'm okay.

You.

I'll...

and puke in the morning.

Damn it, I just got these prioritized.

Ah, jeez, miss, I'm sorry. I didn't see you standing there.

No, no, it's fine, really. It's all right.

Crickmore, don't you think she could use some paper towels?

Yeah.

Good idea.

Detective Panucci, this is Jill Crane. She's with County Data Services.

What can I do for you, miss? It's more like what she's done for you.

Oh, your request for the background checks came through. My supervisor told

to get these to you right away.

I'm impressed, man. I didn't expect this until the next ice age.

Mouse.

I'm sorry.

Thank you very much. I really appreciate your efforts.

I have to get back. I'm sure you two can sort this out.

You're right.

Actually, a quest like yours could take weeks.

Panucci.

Well, it's about time.

Yeah, listen, I need a few things. First of all, I don't have a complete

forensics on Rapunzel number two.

Yeah, okay, I'll hold.

Actually, my boss said this being an important case and all.

What? No, I'll tell you what, I'll call you back. Right.

Yeah, well, your boss was right.

Yeah, well, you're really busy, and also I think I'll just... Do you believe in

fairies? Do you?

You clap your hands if you believe in fairies. Hang on, Donna, hang on.

I'm going to walk you out. Come on.

I believe in fairies!

I believe in fairies!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be. Hey, no problem, no problem.

Doesn't it ever break your heart? I mean, doing this every day?

You get used to it. You'd be amazed. Anything can almost seem normal after a

while.

Yeah, it does break your heart.

Well, bye.

We're sorry about your husband, Mrs.

Thank you.

How long have you been married?

18 years.

Can I get you some more coffee, detective?

No, thanks.

Was it a good marriage?

Yes, very.

So you two weren't having any kind of problems? I mean, everything was just

moving along fine?

Yes, we were very happy.

Forgive me for saying so, Mrs. Holland, but...

You don't seem to be too upset by any of this.

Well, now, we all have our own private ways of grieving, don't we, Detective?

Yes. Yes, of course.

You must be suffering terribly.

Yes.

I am.

So if you don't mind me asking, Mrs. Holland, how was the physical side of

relationship?

It was fine.

I'm sure. But was your husband into anything unusual?

Like what?

Oh, I don't know.

Fetishes, bondage, golden showers, you know, the usual stuff.

Jack! I have no idea what turned on my husband, Detective. That was not part of

our marriage.

What he did for his sexual pleasure was of no interest to me whatsoever.

I ran his home.

We were a part of the community. I was his wife.

In return, he provided for our daughter and me. We had a functioning, civilized

relationship. So then you have no idea how your husband ended up buck naked in

hotel room with a bullet in his face.

I could probably phrase that a little better.

What happened in there?

What were you trying to do?

Wait for me, okay?

What do you want?

We're police officers.

We're investigating your father's death.

Why bother? You know, I'm with you.

Screw it.

We're going to the beach.

Oh, darn, we can't. We're working. You're weird.

I know.

Listen, do you know if your dad was seeing anyone, you know, like a

Huh.

Cynthia, inside the house, right now. Don't you fucking yell at me. I'm

listening to you. Cynthia, it's disgusting to...

Inside the house.

I just came to get some clothes.

Show some respect for your father.

I don't give a shit.

I'm glad he's dead.

I thought my marriage had problems.

You got an ex?

Yeah.

And a little girl.

Kirsten. You see them much?

Nah, they're in Seattle.

She was just dying to talk to you.

Listen, I know you're still unhappy about the move and all, but she needs

Jack.

And you were never home anyway.

Look, I'm sorry.

Why don't you call me so we can talk about which weekend you have her down,

okay?

Oh, Hank.

Thanks for coming.

I'm trying to find a pattern.

What? For puzzle.

They all have a pattern, you know.

They're usually very consistent.

Who is?

Serial killers.

Murder's only part of the ritual.

They recreate the same scenario with every victim.

They're pretty much creatures of habit.

They don't seem human.

But they are.

Except some kind of trauma has rewired their circuits.

They keep acting out the same fantasy, only trying to make a happy ending.

That's very human.

Actually, some of them are very sweet once you catch them.

You can't be serious.

Oh, yeah.

This one little guy chopped up his victims and stored them in a freezer.

When I arrested him, he thanked me, and he meant it, too.

Really?

Sure. He was running out of freezer space.

That's really sick.

Thank you.

So, you seem to like your work?

I do.

I mean, don't get me wrong. They're sick, and they're dangerous.

But most of them really want to stop.

So what's her pattern?

I'm not sure.

Could be divorce.

It says here that the first two victims were divorced.

And from what we saw yesterday, the third guy, Holland, he was heading in

direction.

And what do you want from me?

Why the first two victims were denied access to their own kids.

It's not in any of the files.

They were divorce proceedings, and you could find what you need in a trial

transcript. Exactly.

And that stuff is probably a county death, isn't it?

Probably, yeah.

Oh, so you want me to look?

Yeah, please. I mean, if it's not too much trouble.

Okay, no problem.

Oh, great.

You could have asked me to do this over the phone.

I guess I could have.

What could this place?

Nothing.

So why do you come here?

It's what I'm used to.

You really should take better care of yourself.

I can't do this.

Wait,

wait. Not yet.

I want to be on time.

I need to see your face.

I'm dying.

Man, you're doing it again. He's doing it again. He's messing with my stiff.

What kind of degenerate behavior is this?

Shh.

What about these?

Are you really getting off?

Or are you trying to tell me something?

I'm not going to stick around and watch this sick son of a bitch do his voodoo

crap on my stiff.

So, uh, what do you think?

She likes to make the same picture every time.

Like a tableau featuring herself.

She's the star.

Uh -huh.

She has an aesthetic, a real sense of style. What does that mean?

It means she wants to get caught.

She could just leave us her name and address and save us a lot of trouble. It

doesn't work that way.

We're supposed to catch her. Those are the rules.

Yes, sir.

239 Lexington Ave.

Check out the ring.

Jeez.

Doesn't marriage mean anything anymore?

Not to that guy.

I'll bet he's divorced.

What makes you say that?

I don't know. Could be wrong.

You got that ring?

I'm trying, but he's all swollen. Hey, Panucci, you done playing around?

I got a schedule to keep. In a minute, in a minute.

I want to check the bathroom.

They do that sometimes.

Now, when we get in there, don't laugh.

My wife took half the furniture.

I've been meaning to redecorate.

How long has she been gone?

Four years.

Nice.

So, aren't you going to give me a picture?

Okay. Here.

This is the study.

This is the kitchen.

This is the dining room.

And this is the backyard.

Living room.

Is this your little girl?

Kirsten. Oh, she's beautiful.

Thanks.

Downstairs bathroom.

Perfect. Excuse me one minute.

Hello?

Hello? Here.

Welcome.

What's the occasion?

Nice crystal.

My ex -wife has a fit just like him.

Mm -hmm.

Is this your little girl's room?

Yeah.

How can you tell?

I didn't think you were the rubber ducky type.

Yeah, well... So where do you sleep?

I'm home.

Fuck you, Panucci.

Fuck you!

Who's that?

Fuck you!

Nobody.

Fuck you!

What's his problem?

Something must have pissed him off.

Coffee?

Transcripts, divorce proceedings.

I was right.

Kessler was divorced.

He should have taken off his damn ring.

You're in a jolly mood this morning.

Yeah? What makes you say that?

Another hot date last night?

Did you give her a piece of the rock?

Wow, look at this. The first three guys had some nasty divorces. They all lost

custody. I bet you things are just as bad on the Kessler home, buddy.

Heather, stop it!

I told you to go outside and play.

Go in the yard and play right now.

Seven.

My little girl's eight. I just... Look, detective, whatever my husband was doing

has got nothing to do with me. Of course.

But do you have anything of his that might help us?

Notebook, phone book? Look, I already told you.

I got rid of everything when I threw him out.

Now, I would have burned it all, but he wasn't worth the effort.

Are we done?

Just a bond.

Good. Detective Crickmore, why don't you stay here and finish up?

I'll go call in.

Uh, yeah.

Sure.

Okay.

Heather.

That's good, Heather. Remember, this is our little secret.

No, I don't want to.

It's okay, Heather. It's okay. But you can't tell, because if you do, we won't

have this special time together. Go away and leave us alone!

Just go away!

Do you hear me? Leave us alone!

I'm sorry, man.

I tried to keep her busy, but she practically threw me out.

Cute little girl.

reminded me of Melissa.

You can relate to this. Sometimes after I give my missy a bath and she's hanging

on to me and I've got her little butt in my hand and she looks up at me and

giggles.

God, that is so amazing.

In the summertime, honey, I promise.

But I want you to come see me.

I know, sweetie, but Seattle's so far away.

I can't wait till summertime.

I know, baby, I know.

I miss you, Daddy.

Daddy misses you, too.

I've got to go to bed now.

Okay, pumpkin.

Good night.

Good night.

Kirsten. Yeah?

Is everything all right up there?

Uh -huh.

I mean, at home and at school and everything?

Why? Something wrong? No, no, no, no.

I just wanted to make sure that my little girl was happy. That's all.

Okay, honey.

Goodnight. Goodnight.

Daddy loves you.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Nice of you to stop by.

Sit.

Number four climbs hairway to heaven.

Cops combing for clues but tangled in knots.

Weasel the goddamn poet.

You haven't been coming to the meetings, Panucci. The guys on the task force are

beginning to miss you.

Oh, Jesus, Captain.

We've had our hands full.

Uh -huh.

Well, we've been trying to come up with something. Well, have you?

Nothing much.

Just a theory.

I'm only now starting to put it together.

I did a background check on all the dead guys.

All four of them molested their daughters.

None of them were actually charged.

But it came up in their divorce trials.

I'm thinking Rapunzel may be a victim of incest herself.

Maybe even a hooker on a mission.

I've also requested the records of anybody who fits the victim profile.

It's a long shot, but we might be able to head her off.

Any suspects?

About four million.

I narrowed it down.

This coffee tastes like shit.

I swear to God, Mouth, people didn't used to be this sick. They've learned

this stuff from magazines and those stupid daytime talk shows, and now

going out and doing it.

Bullshit. I grew up in a normal family, normal neighborhood, and I had a lot of

friends. Lots of them.

And not one of them ever had anything like this happen to them.

Believe me, I would have known.

This is a new thing.

Where did all these people come from?

See that guy?

It's him.

See the lady in the business suit? She's one too.

The old lady at the table.

The girl with the cashier.

The guy with the earring.

It's everywhere.

Everywhere you look.

No, yeah, yeah. There's a ton of guys out there who come home every night,

a beer, and screw their daughters.

Come on, man. How can you say crap like that?

Because every time my father got drunk, he'd beat the shit out of my mother and

then go visit my sister's bedroom.

Oh, man.

I mean, I didn't.

Exactly.

Grow up dreaming that one night you'll sneak into his room with a hammer and

break both his kneecaps.

Of course you never did.

Oh, shoot.

Jill?

Jill?

How many times have I told you not to play ball inside the house?

I don't remember.

All right.

You take your ball outside and play.

Go on now.

Hey, Missy, I bet you can't beat me with those swings. On your mark, get set,

go!

You better marry that girl, Jack. She's a definite keeper. Come on, Pam. Give

the guy a break. You don't want to let her get away. Is she any good in the

sack? Pam! Oh, I mean, that's important, too, you know?

I don't know what's gotten into her. Oh, you have, honey.

That's why I'm such a happy woman.

No,

I wouldn't do that.

Oh, here's one more.

Hey.

You've got the quiets all afternoon. Is anything wrong?

No. Uh -uh.

I've just been thinking, that's all.

Oh, really?

Were you thinking about me?

fact that was.

I thought so.

I can feel it when you think about me.

I like that.

Why'd you do that?

Jill, are you...

Where are you going? I gotta take care of something. Why don't you catch a

I'll see you back at the vision. Well, what's going on, man? I said forget

it, will ya?

Jill!

Jill, wake up!

Jill!

Jill!

Jill!

Why? Where the fuck were you last night?

What? What do you mean? It means where the fuck were you last night? I was with

friends. Who?

Who are you with?

Friends from work, I told you!

What are their names, huh?

What friends?

Jack. Tell me their names!

Ruth and Ajay.

Yeah, really? Where'd you go? What'd you do?

We went to the Hollywood Bowl.

Jack, I don't have to answer to you!

Quit acting like a goblin. I am a fucking cop, goddammit! And you answer

one of my goddamn questions!

You got that?

Jill, please, answer my question, okay?

Tell me where you were.

Yes, I'm looking for Susan, right?

Two desks down. Thank you.

Yeah, right.

Hi, Susan?

Let me call you back, okay?

Hi. Do I know you? No, my name is Jack, Jack Panucci.

I'm a friend of Jill's. Oh.

Hi.

Actually, we've been dating.

Oh, really?

Good for her.

Yes, and this is kind of embarrassing, but we haven't been seeing each other

very long. And, well, I'd like to get her a little something for our one

anniversary. Oh, isn't that sweet of you?

Oh, well, thanks.

But I'm not really sure what she would like in you two being good friends and

all. She told me what a great time she had last night. Oh, yeah, it was

wonderful. I love going to the ball.

It's so pretty underneath the stars.

Jay, come here. Meet Jack.

Hi. Hi.

Jack is Jill's new boyfriend.

That little slut.

She's been keeping you a secret.

Yeah, well, you know Jill.

What do we do now?

Listen, Jack, I think roses will do the trick.

Roses? Really?

Definitely.

Would you like to stick around? I think Jill should be back for lunch soon. No,

no. I'd like this to be a surprise, so please, please don't tell her I came by,

okay? We promise.

Right, Jay?

You couldn't torture it out of me.

Well, actually, you could, but you'd have to know what you're doing.

Thanks.

Thanks again.

Bye, Jack.

Thanks a lot. It's very nice of you.

Bye, buddy. Lovely eyes.

Hey, partner.

You know a good flower shop around here? Yeah.

Glad to see you're in a better mood.

Yeah, well, what can I say?

Things change, huh?

What's going on?

Oh,

shit. I warned you about this, Panucci.

I told you to keep your mouth shut!

Yes, sir, you did.

I can't believe this is happening to me again.

Do you know what this does to our case?

Three of the victim's families are threatening to sue.

Weasel's rag is making Rapunzel out to be some kind of a goddamn hero.

We could have a dozen copycat murderers by tomorrow.

I swear to God, Panucci, you are one serious fuck -up.

It's funny how Weasel came out with this story only after I talked to you

yesterday. What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. It's just funny, that's all. Well, do I look like I'm laughing?

I know it's hard to tell.

I don't know you. I'm sorry, okay? Look, you guys need me as much as I need you.

Nobody needs you. Come here, you sack of... Let him go. Let him go. You don't

need the trouble. He's not worth it.

The fuck did you say to him? Nothing. I didn't say anything.

Bullshit. That didn't look like nothing to me. He came up to me asking

questions. I told him to piss off.

What's wrong with you? You tell me. Tell me what's wrong.

Come on, Mouth.

Calm down.

Just calm down.

I didn't say anything to him.

Now let go of me, okay?

Let go!

What was that, man?

Huh?

What was that?

You want to play, huh? You want to play?

Jesus, what'd you do that for?

Come on,

I knew you'd like it.

Don't be afraid.

Get

that

shit out!

Hey, come on! It's only a game. You'll like it.

I don't!

I don't like it.

Okay, okay.

We won't play. You don't have to go.

I mean, what was that about? I don't get it. It's nothing. It's nothing. I was

just playing.

Don't go. Please stay.

Don't do that.

I promise. I have to go.

I'll be good.

Look, Joe, come on. I...

The last one on the list.

We're down to 20 stores that sell those kinds of wigs in this area.

Great.

The guy I talked to said he's got receipts on every one he sold.

Told me we could check them out.

Start, right?

Mm -hmm.

Man, what is going on?

Nothing. Why?

Bullshit, Jack.

You're being weird.

Why won't you talk to me?

You sound like my wife.

Well, I'm not your wife.

That's right, you're not.

No.

You keep acting like people are out to get you long enough, it'll probably

happen.

Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

No, that's not what I... Forget it, man.

Just forget it.

I miss her, Meg.

Do something about it. So what do you want from me?

It really upsets her, Jack.

Well, it upsets me, too.

You know how she misses you. Of course she misses me.

You move her 2 ,000 miles away and now you expect me not to call?

She needs to see you. I can't have her down here right now, for Christ's sakes.

Well, then don't call her and tell her you want to see her and then never...

Fuck you! She's my daughter, too, and I'll call her whenever I want. You got

that?

Hello?

Hello?

I do.

But I can't. I just, I can't.

I need this.

If you love me, you do this for me.

Oh, Jill, don't lay that on me.

You know I love you.

You shouldn't need that.

What do you mean I shouldn't?

What, are you going to judge me now like there's something wrong with me?

There's nothing wrong with me. I didn't say that.

Is this what I need? Is that so hard for you to accept?

That's not what I'm saying.

Maybe. If I didn't enjoy it, would that get you off? Is that what you need? Some

helpless, frail little thing to make you feel powerful?

Oh, come on, Jill. Give me a break.

Oh, no. You don't need a woman. You need a little girl. That's it, isn't it?

Look, I don't know what you're playing at here, but you better stop.

Maybe you don't need any little girl. You need your little girl.

That's right.

You want your own little girl.

I think you better shut the fuck up right now.

That's right.

And you want me to be her? Of course. You miss her.

Get away from me.

Oh, come on.

I can play her.

Let's play.

Come on. You have to show me. Just cut it out.

Show me how to be your little girl.

Stop it. Come on. Just do it.

Show me! Teach me!

to see you with, my dear.

No, come on, Uncle Mal. Do the voice. Do it right.

Grandpa, what big teeth you got.

Do it right. Do it right. Melissa, no hitting.

Dennis will be down in just a minute. Jack, do you want some coffee?

No.

No, thanks.

Be the wolf.

Be the wolf.

All the better to eat you with.

Morning. You ready?

Yeah, sure. Come on.

Say goodbye to Daddy.

Bye -bye, Craig.

Come on, let's go.

See you tonight.

Look,

if you know it's good for you, you're going to give it to me.

One word from me, baby, you could be out of a job.

Look, I'm trying to be a nice guy here.

You promised you'd stop calling. I gave you everything you wanted.

Yeah, it was great, but I can't live off of yesterday's glory here.

You lied. to me.

You told me you wouldn't print any of it.

Well, yeah, you know, the public's got a right to know this stuff.

You bastard.

Hey, what do you think would happen if your boss found out what you've been

doing? You know, I caught you in your boyfriend's act last night. It's pretty

entertaining.

How's this for a headline?

Um, cop pumps lover for inside info.

Fine, half an hour at the Roosevelt Bar.

Okay, half an hour.

I'll even buy you a drink.

And, lady, you better be there.

I'm not fucking around.

That was real good, honey.

You should have been an actress.

What?

What are you gonna do?

I don't know. I'm gonna change that thing.

Don't rush me, damn it. Don't push me.

Oh, please, please, don't hurt me.

If you're a good girl, maybe, just maybe, I won't slit your pretty little

throat.

No, Robin, I'll be good.

Please, I like being... Oh, please, what do you want from me?

Come on now, darling.

I know you're not that stupid.

You're a kind -ass little slut.

Coachella, you are... No, I guess I'm not.

Jack, hi, it's Nancy.

Listen, I finally heard from county data, and I'm sorry, but all those files

were sealed in family court. Now, I know it's a pain in the ass, but you're

going to have to get a court order before they'll release them to you,

Bye.

Hi.

Thought you'd never get here.

Hi.

I have a surprise for you.

Do you want to play?

Listen, Jill.

I think we should talk.

Oh, Jill.

Oh, honey.

Honey, wait a minute.

Oh.

I don't believe you.

Are you ready for your surprise

No!

This has to stop.

What do you mean, don't you want to play?

I can't do this anymore.

What are you talking about? Don't you love me?

I do love you, Joe.

You don't know how much.

But I can't keep playing this game with you.

Fuck you!

I'm sorry, Jill.

I think you better go.

After all the trouble I went to?

You ruined your surprise.

What if you won't play with me?

I'll find someone who will.

Cole, what'd you need me for?

Oh, I don't know.

I thought maybe you'd like to say goodbye to your, uh, friend.

Holy... What's that in his mouth?

It's his dick.

All right, boys, get him out of here.

Found this on Wheaton's body.

Did it name anything to you?

psycho. Where can I find Meredith Cole?

Well, you got me. She didn't come in today. We don't know where she is. I

Can I speak to Jill Crane?

You sure can.

I'm Jill Crane.

It's me.

Honey, I think we need to talk.

Sorry I didn't play with you last night, sweetheart.

In here, Captain.

Well?

This way.

She knew me. coming.

Her real name is Meredith Cole.

Jill Crane was her supervisor at County Data.

She was just a clerk.

Wiesen found out he must have been blackmailing her. He didn't realize he

dealing with Rapunzel.

Her victims were divorced men who sexually abused their daughters.

She got their name from the sealed records at County Data.

She's going to do it again.

And she wants me to be there.

What are you talking about?

She came to me, remember?

She wants me to catch her.

Yeah?

Well, it's not going to happen.

As of right now, you're off this case.

Look, Captain, please let me... She was your girlfriend, for Christ's sake!

How do you think the department's going to look when this gets out?

No, Mel! No!

You're done.

Infernal Affairs is going to want to talk to you.

I'll help you out the best I can.

Yeah.

Go home, Mom.

Go home.

Stay there until I call you.

Hey.

Hey, I'm sorry, man. I don't know what to say. I'm sorry.

All right, girls, that's enough.

Hold it now.

Was there a tape in her answering machine when you got here?

I guess I didn't look.

Well, it's gone now.

Second.

Really, Captain, do you think that I would just... Gone with any evidence?

No, of course not.

I trust you like you're my own son.

He's clean, Captain.

Last time I let you hug me, you son of a bitch.

Thanks. You stuck your neck out for me. Shut up.

Yeah, I'm fine.

This must have been yesterday.

What time is it?

It's 5 .15.

We gotta find Fred.

I hope that's his real name.

I'm very sorry. Thanks for your help.

Okay, one's dead, one moved away, and the third one's out of town.

I'm down to two.

Both divorced.

Kids. Family court.

Allegations of abuse.

Couple of sick fucks.

Here, wait a minute.

Here we go.

This can be our friend. Which one?

The one with the little girl.

I thought you'd ask me to dinner.

I'm sorry, Nancy. Yeah, I know, I know, I know. You got the credit card number?

It's right here. This is crazy, Mouth. We can't stay here. If Fox shows up,

we're dead men.

Can you get in? I'm not going to give him a shot.

Shit, it's Fox.

Crickmore, what are you doing here so late?

Is everything okay?

Oh, yep.

Everything's fine.

If you talk to him now, be sure he stays out of this.

Tell him to think about what I told him. You got that?

Oh, yes, sir. I'm sure he's thinking about it right now.

Good night.

Night.

You just stayed down there much longer and we could have just skipped dinner.

Thanks, Nance.

I owe you big.

Yes, we're in. We're in.

What have you got? Nothing yet. I just got in the system. Give me a minute.

Oh, yes, I am. Big brother, here it is. He just used the card about 20 minutes

ago. Where?

At the Brandenburg restaurant. That's in Beverly Hills. We'd never make it. What

are the closest hotels?

The expensive ones. The Chateau, the Chandler.

The Beverly Wood. The Wiltshire Arms.

You just paid for the room.

Hey. Sorry, honey.

I guess you're going to miss the fun part.

Come on, down the hall, down the hall, here.

Oh, shit, man.

Oh, no, she wasted him.

Let me get back to the cloud floor.

He's gone, honey.

He won't hurt you anymore.

I wanted to hurt you.

She was hot as a raging fire, with eyes as cold as steel.

She took your love with blind desire, and vanished into the heat.

What you thought you left behind you, somehow always seemed to find you.

She breathed into the night.

Well, hit and run is a game.

She only has one intention.

To leave it back to him.

And it is such an empty feeling.

When giving is our same feeling.

She breaks into the night.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

You're running.

You're running.