All language subtitles for 1999 - The Escort III

I'm sorry about what happened, okay?

I know that you've been through a lot.

you

pulling a double?

Not if I can help it. Where you two
been? A Halloween party?

By stakeout.

It's kind of like trick -or -treating.

Yeah. How about a drink?

Yeah, why not?

God damn it.

Hey, isn't that from the Oregon case?

Yeah, ever since Pam and Tommy came out
with their video, everybody's into it.

Sick world, huh?

If it wasn't, we wouldn't have a job.

Heard about what happened. How you
doing, LT?

Yeah, I'll be fine. Thank you.

For what it's worth, we're real sorry
how things turned out.

Yeah, me too. Look, I want you to take a
shower and wash this thing off.

That's good.

I'll say.

You gotta admire women who put their
lives on the line every night to clean

the scum of the city.

But damn, I can see why some men are
tempted.

Those two could lead a choir boy down
the wrong road in less time than it

to say three Hail Marys.

That's why I figured the man upstairs
would briefly cut me some slack.

If I tuned in on that secret camera the
lab boy set up in the ladies' locker

room this week, this looked like it was
gonna be one hell of a show.

I've always said that if a man lives
long enough, sooner or later you'll see

everything society has to offer.

But that's not necessarily a good thing.

When I was a green -around -the -gills
rookie, I believed in the basic goodness

of human beings.

Now I'm beginning to think that the man
upstairs should have given it all to the

monkeys.

Maybe I've just been at it too long.

Or maybe this case was the last straw in
the camel's back.

Either way, it showed me one thing.

No matter how well you think you know
somebody, you really don't know them at

all.

I remember how it all began.

Just another homicide in the city of Los
Angeles.

Julie Clark, age 24.

Bachelor's in accounting from Cal State
Northridge.

Nice apartment in Sherman Oaks.

By all accounts, a good girl.

Like by everyone.

That was the first red flag.

Why the red flag, you ask?

Nobody's liked by everybody.

Especially people with secrets like
Julie.

Sir,

can you go through? Sir, you'll have to
stay behind the police line. We have a

homicide investigation going on.

You have business here? Yeah, I work
here.

Your name, please? Jim Corrigan.

Age 35, was an architect who worked with
the deceased.

I had a hunch there was more to their
relationship than just business.

So I had him brought to the crime scene
to rattle his cage and see if he was our

pigeon. Yesterday was the first time I'd
ever seen them really angry with each

other.

What were they arguing about, business,
personal things?

I don't remember, but... The truth,
please, Miss Jameson.

It was personal.

So they were having an affair?

No.

Um, I don't think so.

You don't think so?

Meaning that it is possible?

I guess, I guess so.

You guess so.

I can't guess about this.

You've got to give me something I can go
on. Come on, I need something.

I don't know.

To me, everybody's guilty of something.
I felt sorry for her. She was a nice

kid. But this is a nasty job, and
sometimes I forget to be polite.

Frank Grabowski.

Bobby, why don't you take Ms. Jamison
outside and finish taking her statement.

Thank you.

Now,

let me check my notes.

You and the victim were partners, right?

Yeah, that's correct.

And how would you describe your
relationship with her? Was it friendly?

Sure.

Was it business -friendly?

Or, you know, friendly -friendly?

What are you getting at, Lieutenant?

I'm getting at nothing. Just trying to
get it straight in my mind. Which was

We were friends.

Close friends.

We weren't screwing it. That's what
you're insinuating.

When was the last time you saw her
alive?

According to your secretary, you argued.

About what?

Um, I don't know. It wasn't anything
really.

We solved the problem.

Hey, I get paid to listen.

Okay.

You have a good day? Yeah.

Would you excuse us a moment, please?

Go ahead. I'll be just as. Okay.

What? Don't you what me.

You insulted me last night.

Yeah. Yeah, like I smacked you on the
head and dragged you back to my cave,

right? You led me on.

Are you losing your mind, Alice? You did
and you know it.

There has never been anything between
you and I except for business.

Ever. And there never will be.

Because I don't even find you remotely
attractive. Not one bit attractive.

Still there.

Just one more question. Where were you
between 10 p .m. and midnight last

Why, my suspect?

Yeah.

I even suspect myself.

My partner and protege, Vince Mars.

had been running a check on Corrigan.

I've learned to trust Vince like he was
my own brother or my own son.

He was no pushover, and he was good at
getting answers out of people.

He did a Q &A session with Corrigan's
neighbors, and they said the guy was at

condo party all night.

As much as my instincts told me this guy
was in it up to his neck, we had to let

him go.

He was squeaky clean, way too much so
for my liking.

Another red flag.

You're free to go.

But don't go too far.

That was an interesting story about
Corrigan arguing with the deceased.

I didn't buy it for a minute.

It was like he wanted me to think they
didn't get along.

But why would he lie about it and
increase his chance of being a suspect?

It didn't make sense.

Oh, Christ.

You know, in forensics, these guys take
their time, don't they? They're forever

just to release this damn thing.

Have you checked it out yet?

No. Like I said, they just signed off on
it. Why?

What's the first thing I taught you
about homicide?

Nine times out of ten, the victim knew
his killer.

Which means one of these names is our
killer.

You better start running him down.

Right.

There's dozens of entries here.

Then I guess assuming you start, the
sooner you finish.

Why don't you do it?

Seniority has its privileges.

You're a crotchety old bastard, you know
that?

Yeah, it's part of my charm.

Let me know what you find.

In this line of work, you need to drink.

It turns out our little honey on the
morgue table is a little more than an

office worker.

Up to four months ago, she had been
working as a paid escort in the employ

Cassandra Reed.

Miss Reed's name came up in a vice
investigation a while back, but she was

cleared of any wrongdoing.

It looks like her escort service is on
the up and up, or maybe she just had a

good lawyer.

I borrowed a car from the impound and
headed over to her place.

Hey, come on in. Except this way.

The living room's right over here.

I'm afraid there's been a mistake. I'm
LAPD Homicide.

Oh, I'm so sorry. You're not the
interior designer.

I'm afraid not. Now, Miss Reed, I... Did
you say homicide?

Right. Now, Miss Reed, I need to ask
you... Hang on, hang on, hang on.

I'm Vicki. You need to talk to
Cassandra.

I was looking for some sign that Miss
Reed's operation was more than it

The kind of stuff you can afford with an
escort service that goes above the call

of duty.

Expensive antiques, valuable artwork,
etc.

But the more I looked around, the more I
realized that the only antique in the

place was me.

You looking for me, Detective?

Oh, God, I must have looked like a 16
-year -old punk kid checking out his

porno mags for the first time.

She was as close to an angel as I'd ever
seen.

I hoped I wouldn't have to shoot her
someday.

I'm Cassandra Reed.

Would you come this way, please?

Uh, Detective, uh, Crank Garbowsky.

Homicide, LAPD.

Crank. Yeah, it's a nickname. It, uh,
stuck with me since school, but it suits

me.

I'll be the judge of that.

So what brings you to my neighborhood?

A girl you know, uh, Julie Clark.

I should have guessed. What is she, a
suspect?

A victim.

What is she? Is she dead?

How? When? Last night.

We're keeping the how of it
confidential.

You know something? I'm really not that
surprised.

He's always been getting into some kind
of trouble.

In what way?

Well, a while back, I was in a little
trouble with Vice.

You see, Julie figured she'd make a hell
of a lot more money if she did more

than just escort.

I almost lost my business, and I could
have gone to jail.

No, she has not worked for me since.

Can you think of anyone who'd want her
dead?

A detective with a girl like Julie,
who's to say? I mean, she's always had

herself in some kind of money -making
game. She would do anything, anything

money. And that's why it really shocked
me when I heard that she'd gotten

herself a real job at some, I think,
architect firm.

But I could have guessed that one of my
clients would have set her up.

What was his client's name?

Corrigan.

James Corrigan.

Interesting. How often did Corrigan use
your escort service?

Every once in a while. He usually
requested Julie, but sometimes he'd go

of the other girls.

He was a big tipper.

What a real shit.

I'd like to ask them some questions
about Mr. Corrigan.

You got a warrant, Detective?

I'd rather keep this on a friendly
basis.

And I'm sure you would, too.

Okay. I'll arrange it.

Call me as soon as possible.

Thanks for your time.

Sure.

Um, Detective.

About that nickname.

It suits you.

She was good, all right.

That smile of hers could have stopped a
bull elephant at full charge.

Made me wish.

Hell, it made me wish a lot of things.

But when Corgan's name came up, I saw
something else in her eyes.

Fear. The deeper I dug, the more I
wanted to talk to Corrigan again.

I decided this time I'd make it
official.

While it was true that I really didn't
have anything to go on, Corrigan was my

only suspect.

I got a few uniforms to meet me at his
place in Tarzana. It was time to kick

over his rock as he was slithered out.

You're a heartless bastard, aren't you,
Grabowski?

Yeah, it's one of my personality
highlights.

What's your point, Lieutenant?

None.

But I do have a theory if you'd care to
hear it.

No, I really wouldn't, but I guess
that's not going to stop you, is it?

I think your hands are bloody as hell.

Why not make life easier?

I've seen jurors convict on a lot less
evidence.

I can have a search warrant out here
within an hour.

Well, then I tell you what.

Conservatives, shut up.

Maybe you could slap that fat old
alcoholic ass with a harassment suit.

Kiss that pinch goodbye.

How's that, Grabowski?

It's not polite to talk to me like that.

You gotta show some respect for the law.

He was hiding something.

The only question was what.

Whatever it was, it was worth killing
for.

Hey, where the hell do you think you're
going?

Am I under arrest?

Not yet.

Then we're done.

You don't have to work for Olivia
Grabowski.

Come and see me when you get a warrant.

You know, Bobby, this relationship is
getting off to a bad start.

I decided to have Vince run a deeper
check on Mr. Jim Corrigan.

Hey there, Lieutenant.

Cassie said you wanted to talk to some
of the girls.

Yeah, thanks for coming down. I was
hoping I wouldn't have to issue a

Excuse me, have a seat.

You want a drink?

Don't mind if I do.

Take the edge off.

I don't know how much help I can be, but
I'll do what I can.

Thanks.

How long have you worked for Cassandra
Reed?

About eight months.

And how many times did you escort Jim
Corrigan?

I don't really remember.

You have these memory lapses often?

Sometimes. Listen, miss.

Just call me Vicki.

This is a murder investigation. Do you
understand?

Somebody's been killed. Somebody worked
for the same escort service that you do.

I think you'd want to help.

You may be next.

I'm a big girl. I can take care of
myself.

Let me guess. Your memory would improve
if I offered you immunity, right?

Who can say?

Let me tell you how this works. I don't
give a damn what Miss Reed's girls do

with their clients.

I'm trying to catch a killer, and I'll
get what I need one way or the other,

with or without your help. If you give
me what I need, then I'll have a

selective memory about your
extracurricular activities.

If I have to pry it out of you, then
you'll hang with the rest of them.

Okay, yeah, I knew Jim Corrigan.

In the biblical sense?

I guess you could say that.

So that was it. Just one little fling.

What was your impression of Corian?

What kind of man was he?

He's an asshole.

Out to make a quick buck any way he can.
To hell with anybody who gets in the

way.

I'd say he has the morals of a snake.

Now, that wouldn't be fair to the snake.

What about the deceased Julie Clark? How
well did you know her?

Well enough.

She and Corrigan were two peas in a pod.

If anything, she was more ambitious than
he was.

How would you classify their
relationship?

Seriously hot and cold.

Julie used to talk about how violent he
was.

Did he ever get violent with you?

Hell no.

I would have kicked his ass.

Yeah. I just bet you would.

You know, there's a girl you might want
to talk to.

Debbie West.

I think she knew Corrigan pretty well.

Was she an escort, too?

No. She works at one of those fantasy
clubs.

Fantasy clubs?

You know, where a guy with enough dough
can act out a fantasy with someone, get

himself paddled, prodded, jerked clean.

Okay, and the name of the club?

Vixen. I think it's out in Sylmar.

I'll check it out.

Well, that's it for now. If I have any
more questions, I'll give you a call.

Thanks for coming in.

Anytime.

Things were looking pretty grim for
Corrigan.

It looked like this case was going to
get solved in record time.

The noose was around his neck, and all I
needed was for the hangman to pull the

lever. Tell me you got something on that
little schmuck Corrigan. Well, maybe. I

did a check on his banking records, and
there's been a lot of back -and -forth

activity, a lot of deposits and
withdrawals in the last six months. And

deposit is just under that $10 ,000
limit.

Any higher, and the bank would have to
report it to the IRS.

But there's more.

The dead girl co -signed on his account,
and then he closed it out completely

just yesterday afternoon, had the whole
kit and caboodle wire transferred to an

offshore account.

To the tune of how much? Just over a
quarter of a million.

Architecting must be paying pretty good
these days.

He's an architect of something, all
right.

Okay, we got what we need.

Let's bring the bastard in and put him
under the hot light.

You want a drink?

What the hell are you looking at?

Nothing. Let's party.

When we showed up at Corrigan's house,
we found the door ajar and a very dead

murder suspect spread all over the
floor.

Multiple gunshot wounds to the torso,
fired at close range.

From the position of the body and the
fact that there were no signs of forced

entry, it stood to reason that it was a
knock -knock, boom -boom situation.

Death was probably instantaneous.

Now the question was, was Corrigan off
by the same killer who got Julie Clark?

Or was this a murder with an entirely
different motive?

God knows the guy wasn't well thought
of.

One thing we know for sure, it wasn't
the Avon lady.

Looks like we're going to have to toss
this, and we hope the killer confesses

well.

Maybe.

I think the two cases are connected,
don't you?

I'd say this is better than an even
chance.

Here, let's look at our facts.

One, these people knew each other.

Two, they were receiving large sums of
cash from an outside source.

Three, both of them are dead within 36
hours after the cash was transferred out

of the country.

What does that tell you?

If somebody knew about the cash, they'd
wait until it was shifted to an offshore

numbered account.

Yeah, the question is who.

Well, Corrigan seems to have kept to
himself.

He ran a check on his friends and
family.

He's originally from Denver.

No brothers or sisters.

About ten years ago, his parents were
killed in a boating accident, and they

left a hefty life insurance policy.

Which he was the sole beneficiary of.

Which he went through in six months.

Was there an investigation of his
parents' death?

Yeah, but it was ruled an accident.

A corroded propane line ruptured, a
spark caught it.

You think he whacked his parents?

I think he's a screwed -up schmuck with
a lot of enemies.

Hell, we could probably swing a dead cat
around town and hit ten people who'd

want to dance on his grave.

I bet.

He's on one of the other girls.

Oh, Christ, that was just once a case of
the open and shut.

The answer's staring us right in the
face, partner.

We just have to know how to look at it.

Well, you have an appointment?

Yeah, at the Fantasy Club with Silmar.
Maybe a lead. You want to come?

No, no. I'm going to stay here. I'm
going to run another check on his

Maybe I can find out a source of
deposits.

Make sure that you bring enough cash
with you.

Sure.

Money. Now life keeps throwing us
curveballs.

So I borrowed a car from a drug bust and
headed over to the club.

Vixen was one of those places where
every low -life degenerate that crawls

earth can have every thick, twisted
fantasy fulfilled.

The only fantasy I wanted fulfilled was
solving this case before my pension

kicked in.

Just a cute one.

Oberwald. My dream of them all.

Ah.

Come on.

Thousand. Come. Come. Bring a few
memories along.

And two.

Three thousand. Come on. Come on. For
the clovers like the pennies and wishing

wells. Summer days. Don't roll me down a
drafty hill.

Babies. Puppies. Fats. Waddle. Teddy.
Bears.

Poo. Cuddle. Flashing your sister with
the mud puddle. Ice cream trucks. And

there we go round. I want to drive
around the fine car.

On the weekend, take a walk on Mars.

Make love in zero gravity.

Feel a hologram dance with me.

Let's bring back our dinosaurs.

Just the cute ones that love us all.

My dream of coming home soon.

Come on, 2 ,000, come home.

We'll be with you for so long.

Let's bring back the dinosaurs.

Come on, come

on, come on.

Renaissance, painting, poetry,
Michelangelo, Michelangelo. And every

day, I'm in love with Shakespeare.

Heaven, angels, the incarnation.

See you in the next line. Drive around
in a flying car.

On the weekend, take a walk on Mars.

Love is no gravity.

It's a hologram fantasy.

It brings back a dinosaur.

It's a cute one for other balls.

I want to drive around the fine car.

On the weekend, take a walk on mom.

You can love and do what you have to
see.

See what holograms have to see.

Let's bring back that dinosaur.

Just the cute one from the other world.

My dream of coming home.

Come on, 1000. Come home.

Change a few things before long.

I want to drive around a song.

Just keep on talking.

Imagine for the millennia.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Bring it.

In 2000, come on, come on. Renaissance,
painting, poetry.

Uncle Angela, her cellar, her cellar.
Compare the two of them all today.

Fall in love, let's take it their way.

Heaven, angels, reincarnations. See ya
in the next slide. Drive around the

flying car.

On the weekend, they won't come back.

My dream for the morning.

Come on, thousand,

come, come.

Excuse me.

Hey, you can't be in here.

Oh, yes, I can.

I want to talk to Debbie.

And what exactly do you want with
Debbie?

I want to ask her a couple of questions.
Her friend Vicki told me I might find

her here.

And who are you?

LAPD, homicide.

Grabowski.

Yeah, she told me you might show up.

I'm Debbie.

You have some questions about Jim
Corrigan?

So you know him?

All the girls know him. He's a big
spender. He's real popular in here.

Seems like this guy's got away with
ladies.

You know what they say about bad boys.

All the girls want one.

Is that what you think of him?

Like a tough guy?

I'm not sure if tough would be the word.
Maybe something more like dangerous.

Did he ever get carried away with any of
your girls? Get rough or anything?

Not that I can remember.

Except for the one time that he did come
in and he was adamant about speaking

with one of the girls.

Okay, tell me about it.

I'm not sure what they said to each
other, but Jenny, the girl that he was

talking to, quit the next day and no one
has seen or heard from her since.

She was afraid of something.

Yeah, she's afraid.

Very afraid.

Of Corrigan, do you think?

No, somebody much more powerful than he.

I heard the girls talking that that gym
guy was trying to lay low for a while.

So even Corrigan was spooked?

Interesting.

Yeah. And if I had to guess, I would say
that he was blackmailing someone and

they got tired of his action.

What makes you think that?

That's just a hunch, but it's a good
one, huh?

Pretty perspective, kid.

What are you working at a place like
this for?

I mean, can't you get another kind of
job?

Oh, I haven't been at Vic's in my whole
life.

I used to make house calls for 2 ,000
bucks a pop.

So you were a doctor?

You might say that.

Don't look so stunned.

Yeah, I mean, it's just that my wife
just left.

I know. I watched her drive away.

Aren't you going to invite me in?

Yes, yeah, come on in.

Nice place.

Your wife did a good job.

It's a little retro, but nice.

Everything.

Now take your clothes off.

Well, what if my wife comes? That's part
of the fantasy.

The danger.

Fear of getting caught.

Hello? Hi, honey.

I was just going to leave you a message.

Oh, hi, honey. Where are you? I'm at the
market.

Aren't you going to the gym?

No, I don't think I'll be going to the
gym. You know, it's a long drive, and I

feel a slight stiffness coming on.

I hope you're not getting something.

Uh, no. What makes you think I'm getting
something?

There is a flu going around.

It could keep you on your back for a
week. Well, I don't think I'll be on my

back for that long.

Like I said, it's probably just a wild,
mild cold.

Well, you just rest and don't strain
yourself.

Well, you know, I don't know, hon.
Anything's possible.

I'll catch you at home later.

I hope not.

Okay, hon.

Bye.

How the fuck was I supposed to know the
guy was Vice? I got thrown in jail on my

ass, and here I am stripping for a
living.

I'm a single mom with a two -year -old
kid.

What am I supposed to do?

It's a tough life, kid.

But we gotta live it.

Yeah, we do.

You know, I got something in my glove
box that might help your case.

I'm gonna grab it for you.

You okay, partner?

Uh... You

ever

go anywhere that somebody doesn't die?

Yeah, it doesn't look like it.

Is that your contact?

Yeah, a nice kid, too. It's a crying
shame what happened to her.

Think somebody capped her to keep her
from talking to you?

If that was their goal, they're a little
late.

Tell her what we got going on, Crank.

At the rate the stiffs are piling up,
tomorrow will be standing room only by

this time tomorrow.

Yeah, and I got a gut instinct.

There's gonna be a hell of a lot more to
follow.

What happened?

You know, she told me she had something
pertinent to the Corrigan case. She went

out to her car, and the next thing I
know, she's spaced out on the pavement.

You checked the vehicle?

Yeah, picked clean.

Not even linen to see.

This sounds more and more like a
professional assassin.

Yeah.

Whoever it was, it was a hell of a shot.

I paced it out, and judging from the way
it hit her, it had to come from

somewhere over there.

Somebody breezed in, did the deed, and
then they were gone like a ghost.

Sounds expensive.

Now, who could afford to hire such a
pro?

Somebody with a lot more to lose than
it's costing them to cover it up.

Listen, why don't you get some of the
boys and go over to Corrigan's place?

Give a good tossing over, and don't come
back until you got something solid.

If there isn't anything?

You're LAPD. Get creative.

Let's go back and pull this fish.

The bullet taken out of the girl goes
out of Corrigan's body each 22s. What,

they come from the same gun?

Power points.

Mushroom effect makes it impossible to
match up.

You know, it sounds like your theory
about a professional hit is dead on.

You're lucky you missed getting shot,
too.

Luck had nothing to do with it. If the
shooter wanted me dead, I'd be on a cold

slab right now.

How do you explain that?

You don't.

You know, anything return of anything?

Uh, no record of the depositors. It's
not required.

I figured that lead would run into a
dead end. Did you come up with anything

Corden? A couple of matchbook covers,
one from the place that you checked out,

the Vixen, and another one from a
redneck bar up by Lancaster called the

Twister.

The Missile Twister.

Sounds like a real four -star operation.

Yeah, it's a dive. It's a type of place
where they sweep the eyeballs off the

floor at closing time, and if no one
dies, it's been a good night.

Seems like our old pal Corrigan had
himself a little chippy out there one

and they got into a bit of a fix.

Tell me all about it.

Don't start it about them, but three
Fridays.

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

Go on.

I don't want to hear... I'll show you
how it's done, okay? Go on.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Pay up.

I've got the sting, Bubba.

You're next.

Good, I can use the money.

It cost me 20 bucks in my pool game.

I think 40 ought to cover it.

It's going to take a whole lot more than
40 to cover you there, Junior.

Hey, cash machine, this way.

Son of a bitch.

Oh, yeah. You love the chicks.

Found some videotapes of Corrigan's.
Each one is labeled with different

Don't tell me.

Yeah.

And Corrigan's on each one with a
different bride.

God, what's this world coming to?

Everybody wants to get into showbiz.

Well, you know, there might be a clue in
them somewhere, I guess.

You mean you're actually going to watch
these?

Don't get any funny ideas, Vince. This
is strictly for investigative purposes.

Uh -huh.

All right, wiseass.

Hey, settle down. Give yourself a
stroke, so to speak.

That weren't the guy's stamina.

I wonder if we've been barking up the
wrong tree all this time.

What do you mean?

Well, it's possible that someone found
out that Corrigan was taping them.

It's enough motive.

Well, then why off the girl in the
parking lot or the one in the titty bar?

Gotta admit, that's a simple solution.

What did I teach you when you first came
to Homicide?

There are no simple solutions, only
simple people.

I'll be damned, you didn't pay
attention.

You still think the answer's on one of
these tapes?

I do now.

Right there.

Okay. Hi there, Lieutenant.

Is Miss Reed available?

I'm sure she's around here someplace.
Come on up.

It's important that I speak to her now.

Lieutenant, what a surprise.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

Sorry to interrupt, Miss Reed. I just
need to ask you a few more questions.

Sure, fire away.

I hope you don't mind. I'd like to
continue with my massage. It's really

for you. Helps to get rid of the toxins.

You should try it sometime.

No, thanks. I like my toxins where they
are.

Is there ever a time that you're not on
the job, Lieutenant?

Can we keep this to the business at
Hamlet Street?

Sure. Call me Cassandra.

Okay, you knew Corgan a little better
than you let on, didn't you?

All right, if you must know.

if I didn't go along with him.

Go along with what?

You see, he had this surefire get -rich
-quick scheme that he swore was going to

net us millions.

The only thing is, it involved my client
base.

Does this have something to do with that
run -in you had with Vice that he wants

back?

All right, Lieutenant, I'm going to be
straight with you.

I was guilty as...

I just fired Julie because I wanted it
to look like I was pissed off and I

wanted to stay legit.

But the truth is, Corrigan was just
using me to blackmail my clients.

I thought that firing Julie would make
it look like we weren't in on it

together. That's all.

And what was your cut of the action?

There was no cut. No cut. He said that
if I didn't go along with him, that he

would make sure that the cops got a hold
of the videotape of me and one of my

girls having sex doing the deed, proving
that I was running more than an escort

service.

And how much was he netting?

I don't know, maybe between 30 and 50K a
month.

You know, I think one of your clients
was using a professional killer to get

even. Did Corrigan ever mention anything
to you about running scared?

Well, the last time I saw him, he said
that he thought maybe it was getting

to quit. I just got the impression he
was losing his nerve.

Maybe he had his reasons.

I want a list of the people who used
blackmailing.

Uh, no. I don't think I can do that. I'd
kind of ruin my business even more than

it already is.

Look, whoever's behind this has killed
three people in the last 56 hours.

You could be next.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

Good thinking. I'll be in my office.

Have something for me before the end of
today.

Sure. Uh, Detective, the, uh...

You give me what I want and the tapes
are yours.

I'm going to get right on it.

Hey,

it's me. Listen, I got to see you.

No, I can't wait. I got to come over
right now. Okay, I'm coming over. Bye.

I had another drink to knock out the
cobweb.

Then borrowed a car from my ex -brother
-in -law and drove around thinking.

Part of me got to thinking about
Cassandra, wondering what kind of woman

into this line of work.

Was she a good girl gone wrong?

The product of a broken home?

Not enough love from Daddy?

Or maybe too much of the wrong kind of
love from the old man?

Or maybe she was a practical thinker.

Sex sells. It always has and always
will. Maybe she just figured someone was

going to make a buck off of it. Might as
well be her. I don't care who won.

I'll be back in the Capitol building on
Monday.

I've got some serious unwinding to do.

Driver, you know where to go.

Okay, Chris, make sure you get the whole
bed in frame.

I got it, I got it.

And work him around so we see his whole
face.

You know I have done this before.

I know, I just want to be sure.

This guy's the governor.

Do you know how much we can get out of
him if we play this thing right?

That's him. He sure believes in
punctuality. Well, don't keep him

for you to serve your country.

Okay, the tape's rolling. I've got it on
four -hour mode. I hope that's enough

time.

Governor Bradley.

Nice to see you again.

Hello, Chris.

I hope I'm not too early.

Not at all. You're right on time.

Where's Cassandra? She had to leave
unexpectedly.

We have total privacy.

Ooh, yeah.

Ooh.

You're a chiropractor.

Oh, that's been so nice.

For me?

Just a small token of my affection.

It's beautiful.

Thank you, Governor.

You know, after all we've been through,
I think it's okay if you call me Dan.

Well, isn't this cozy?

Hello, Governor.

Nice to see you, Ms. Wildman.

I take it you're here to see the
business gets done.

Oh, you got that right.

What the hell is that?

Just a helpful little business tool.

Business?

What business?

Chris, did you know about this?

Sorry, baby. Just business.

You're not going to get away with this.

Oh, spare us the soap opera dialogue.

It didn't work with the others, and it's
not going to work with you.

How many times have we seen you on
television preaching family values,

I really like that one spot of you
sitting in the front row of the church.

time that preacher was talking about
stamping out sin, you were right there

applauding.

Isn't that one cool?

Hell, I almost believed it. I thought
maybe we'd lost ourselves a really good

client.

Cut that cute crap.

What do you two bitches want?

Let's start with $10 ,000.

That's it?

You broads are more low rent than I
thought.

A month.

A month?

For how long?

Until I say otherwise.

Wireless transmission.

It's all on tape. Just not where you can
get to it.

Now you've got two options.

I know.

I can pay your blood money or I can face
the music.

Ten grand a month's really not that much
to pay for a career.

Especially when that's on the fast track
to the White House like yours is.

I need some time to think about this.

Take all the time you need.

You've got five seconds.

You give me no choice.

Fine. We've got a deal.

Deposit the money into this account by
the 15th of every month.

Don't even think about talking to the
cops, or you'll find your face on the

cover of every tabloid in the country.

Thanks for the necklace.

Don't look so down, Governor.

Today is the first day of the rest of
your life.

Fuck you and the horses you rode in on.

How about a jacuzzi?

You look like you have something on your
mind.

Yeah, I just have this feeling the
governor's not going to take this lying

So to speak.

He'd be better off to just confess to
using Cassie's escort service.

Sure, the fallout would be damaging, but
eventually people would forget about

it.

If only there were some way to link him
to a dead call girl.

What, you mean like Julie?

No. Like you.

Yeah, Grabowski.

Crank, it's Vince.

Man, you're not going to believe what I
found out. I know who it is, Crank.

Well, don't keep insisting, Vince, damn
it. What have you got?

Another chick that listened to Sandra
Reid.

Vicki? It's her, man.

She cooked up the whole thing and was
just using Corrigan.

I'm heading over to the replays now.

No, you just hold on, hotshot. You wait
for me here.

No, I'll meet you there.

or to blow your goddamn head off.

Just calm down.

If you calm down, put the gun down, and
we'll talk.

Think about this. How's it gonna look,
you killing a cop?

No witnesses, asshole.

Hold it!

You okay, Vince?

Yeah. What'd you do, stop for donuts?
What kept you?

I told you to wait for me.

Yeah, well, sometimes I do things I'm
not supposed to.

Kind of like now.

What? What the hell, Vince?

I mean, why'd I switch sides?

I didn't.

I've always been on the shady end of
things.

Thought being a cop would be good for
some serious bucks.

How many times do you hear about a cop
shaking somebody down or taking a few

grand off a drug bus before it goes to
the evidence locker?

I could go on and on.

Quite frankly, Crank, you don't have the
time.

You and Corgan were behind it all along,
weren't you?

Pretty much so. He was the front man. So
if there's any heat, he'd take it.

We got a hold of some rich clients along
the way.

Now there's about five million in an
offshore account just waiting to be

claimed.

I was going to split it three ways.

But I think one is a much happier
number.

This little wench.

She's getting downright uppity.

She's just begging to be killed.

Hey, baby.

Our bags are all packed. They're by the
door. What time does our flight leave?

Soon.

Trouble is, there's room for just one.

Me. What the hell are you talking about?

We had a deal.

Plans change.

I'm sorry, baby.

I'll have to blow your fucking head off!

That's where you came in, more or less.

That doesn't explain why you offed the
girl at the strip joint.

And why didn't you kill me when you had
the chance?

I had to keep you interested.

I couldn't kill you then.

You're essential to my getaway.

It's flawless.

It's genius, really.

I fight it out with her, and you kill
her.

But not before she shoots you.

And here I am.

I'm so broken up about your death that I
have to resign from the force.

Never to be seen again.

After all, Crank, he taught me
everything I know.

By the time I got back to the station,
the news had come in about Cassandra

Reed. They were checking out the charred
remains of her caddy and were about to

go over it for signs of foul play.

They found a severed brake line and
loosened steering wheel linkage.

That was too bad.

She was just caught up in plans and
schemes of others.

Maybe someday, for things that have been
different, she might have seen the

light. We'll never know.

As for Vince...

I never saw it coming.

I guess maybe I've been at it too long.

Or maybe I believe in the goodness of
people more than I let on.

I guess he had his reasons for what he
did.

Five million of them.

As for me, I think I'll take a shower
and call it a night.

And thank the man upstairs for my little
silver flask.

I'm a cop.

I mean, I know you're not supposed to
drink and drive.

But when you live in L .A., you got to
drink before you can drive.

Thank you.

you

No.

No.