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Hey, sweetheart. What'll it be tonight? Jaqueline? No, dude.

Straight up.

Good man.

Checking weapon. No.

dry, too austere, too measured, but doesn't have to be so removed.

I like clean lines. You should allow more of yourself into the music.

This is just the instrument. You are the interpreter.

Iris found her about six o 'clock this morning.

We shut down the club after a private after -hours party.

The rehearsals are set for Wednesday and Friday mornings, if that's all right

with you. Aye.

Nancy. Yes.

The police department in San Francisco has been trying to reach you at your

home.

I don't know how to say this. I'm so very sorry.

They found your sister Ann this morning.

She's been murdered.

Code blue, room 236.

Code blue, room 236. You two involved?

She wasn't my best friend.

That's not what she told the other nurses.

Ann didn't always tell the truth about things. You saying your best friend was

liar? I'm not so sure she knew what the truth was.

She would change stories like some people change clothes.

So you see him upset about anything the last couple of weeks?

No, uh, nothing more than usual.

Ever sleep with her?

No. You sure?

This is really, really hard for me, okay?

I, uh, I really cared about Ann.

But I'm not surprised that things turned out like this. She had a lot of

problems, and she wasn't always careful about who she'd go home with.

If you guys would excuse me.

Can't you travel on something?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, Kilpatrick, I hear you're working on the Parkhurst murder. What do you

Nervous boyfriend, nothing concrete.

When you get a suspect, do you mind if I sit in on the interrogation?

What for?

The commander's asked me to prepare a report on interrogation techniques.

I'll save you the time.

We do bad cop, good cop, and I'm always a nice guy.

Thank you for the summation, but arrest...

The conviction ratios are down. The commander wants me to make some

I'd really like to follow the case.

Tam Parker's sister's in your office?

She flew in from Boston. Came straight from the airport.

Do you mind if I join you?

If the commander wants you to sit here, that's fine with me. Just keep your

mouth shut and stay out of the way.

I'm Mark Reichardt, Lieutenant Kilpatrick.

He's in charge.

Reichardt's at the apartment shrink.

Nancy Parker.

Why don't you have a seat?

Both of you.

We're both very sorry about your sister.

Thank you.

I need to ask you some questions about Anne's personal life, if that's okay.

Is she involved with anyone?

No, not to my knowledge. Not seriously.

Can you tell me about her friends?

I think they were mostly nurses and doctors and people from the hospital

she worked.

What about Iris?

I saw Iris this morning. She's got pierced earrings and every imaginable

orifice. Definitely not a brain surgeon. I don't know her.

Your sister did.

We all have acquaintances, don't we?

You sister into drugs? No.

You sure?

Yes, absolutely.

You know she tried to commit suicide?

I found razor tracks in her wrist.

I'll know more after I talk to the coroner, but the scars look fresh.

No, there must be some other explanation.

Anne saved lives. She would never try to kill herself.

Anybody who does strangers these days has some kind of death wish.

Hey.

I don't know who you've been talking to, but they've given you the wrong

impression. Ann was not suicidal, and she certainly was not promiscuous.

Miss Parkhurst, I think your sister was killed by someone she knew.

So if you know anything about any of her acquaintances, I'd appreciate you

sharing that with us.

I can't help you.

If you don't mind, I need you to go to the morgue to make a formal

identification.

You got a car here?

I'll drive you over then.

Would you take me?

Sure.

There's no real way

to prepare someone for this. I'm sorry.

You okay?

Do you want to sit down?

I'm fine.

Is that all? Is there anything else I have to do? That's all.

Is there anything I can do? No, thank you.

My hands are so cold.

I'm like ice all morning. I can't seem to get them warm.

You're in shock, that's why.

Excuse me.

Can you tell me where I'd find the medical examiner? Yes, straight through

there.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Are you sure I can't drive you somewhere?

That isn't necessary.

I prefer cab.

I don't mind.

No, you've done enough already, really. You've been very kind.

You don't hear that word kind much anymore.

Maybe it's because people are so seldom kind to each other anymore.

Thank you.

Riker, the medical examiner wants to see you right away.

We've got a bit of a problem here.

He says... This isn't Ann Parkhurst.

Who is it?

Liz Gadlin.

What are you talking about? Don't you think I'd know my own wife?

That's Liz Gadlin.

I was married to her.

The woman's name was Ann Parkhurst.

Why do you think she told you that her name was Liz?

I don't know.

Well, what do you think?

Look, she wasn't the easiest person to figure out, okay?

Uh -huh.

Very interesting.

Any news of the weapon?

Thanks.

Tell me something.

When'd you meet your wife?

About a month ago.

Club blue.

She went home with me.

We drank a lot, she did a lot of pills, and we spent a lot of time together.

You know what I mean?

And then one night we just got drunk and crazy and took off to Reno.

She told me she worked as a nurse in an emergency room.

I said, well, that figures, because she sure gave good mouth -to -mouth

presentation.

Yes. Could you tell me what day it is, please?

Are you sure?

About time.

How long have we been together?

All totaled?

Ten days.

What are we doing here?

Paul? We're supposed to be having a honeymoon.

We got married last night. But we're too loaded to notice.

I never get

that.

You spent four days in bed or at the tables. I thought she brought me luck

she split, taking $10 ,000 that I'd won with her. She won your first wife, was

she?

Don't even think about lying to me.

They pulled your rap sheet at the precincts. The fact is, you beat up your

wife so bad, you put her in the hospital.

She pressed charges and divorced you. I never hit Liz.

You've got a real temper.

You beat up your first wife, I think you put a bullet through your second. I

didn't kill her.

You on a gun?

Yeah, why not? This is America. Who doesn't? I'd like to see it.

Got stolen out of my car a couple of days ago.

After you left this morning, a man showed up at the morgue and identified

sister as Liz.

Her middle name is Elizabeth, but nobody's called her Liz since she was a

You want some coffee?

No, thanks.

You said they were married.

What?

That's impossible. I would have known.

Well, maybe she didn't tell you because she wasn't planning on staying married.

I don't make any sense.

Who is this man?

She's not the woman that man described. He is lying.

Right now, he's their prime suspect.

Do you think he killed her?

No.

But not because he was lying.

I thought he was telling the truth.

I'm sorry.

Where are you staying?

Castro District, Ann's apartment.

I could give you a lift if you want. It's on my way home.

I like San Francisco.

It's a good city to lose yourself in.

Oscar Wilde said everyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco.

Well, there you go.

Moved here a year ago.

It's okay.

I miss L .A. Nobody misses L .A. I do.

I played there last year with my chamber music group.

Everyone there said the city scared them. They all wanted to get out.

The thing about L .A. is it can be whatever you want it to be. It just

some time to find out what works for you.

I called the hospital. They said I can pick up Anthony tomorrow.

I want to get as much done as I can before my mother drives out.

You and your mom close?

Well, we talk once a week.

Sounds pretty close to me.

We'd have to know my mother.

Oh, my God.

I'll call the precinct.

He must have cut himself going out the window.

What's that?

Your appointment book.

May I?

If you want to sit in an interrogation, it's fine. If you want to play

detective, buy a board game, just back off and let us do our job.

I found these in the freezer.

All day long I found myself wanting to pick up the phone and call her and find

out what this is all about.

I can't.

I'll never be able to talk to her again.

I know this is hard, but when someone close to you dies, suddenly,

you have to face things about their life that you wouldn't have to otherwise.

Like a husband.

Run problems.

Knees.

I don't understand.

Ann dressed like a Talbot catalog.

She wouldn't wear stuff like this.

This is right out of Frederick's of Hollywood. She was so modest, she

even walk in a place like that.

I think Ann hid part of her life from you.

You think she married that man?

Do you think she stole his money?

Well, from having spent a better part of an afternoon getting to know him, I'd

say she earned it.

What the... Oh, hi.

I know, I should have called first.

Actually, I did call four times.

And I would have come to your office, but I was afraid that if I showed up at

the department, you might have me arrested.

Can you do that anyways, have someone arrested?

If I could, you'd be the first on my list.

Here. I, um, brought you something.

What's that?

I made an appointment for the two of us with a marriage counselor Monday at 1 o

'clock.

Peg, you should have asked me first. You just make an excuse not to go.

I might have. I probably would have. But you should have asked me. I didn't know

what else to do.

I mean, you won't talk to me. You won't go get help with me. I don't know what's

going to happen to us.

I just think that we need to figure out whether or not our marriage is worth

fixing.

Okay.

I'll meet you.

Thank you.

Last night you said you needed to go by the hospital, pick up some of Anne's

things. I could take you by if you want. I don't have to be at work till noon.

Oh, thanks. That's very... Kind.

Come on in.

Let's keep Brooksies around. He'll know more.

And worked on calls.

Had irregular hours, but she was a real favorite with the whole staff.

She had this incredible bedside manner, real compassion, you know? Yet when they

wheeled in the horrible cases, the ones most of us wanted to walk away from, she

was at her best.

She was the one that you wanted on duty when they brought in the body part.

Talk to Brooke.

They'll tell you.

What happened to your hand?

I made a mistake, okay?

Look, I know what you guys are thinking.

But I didn't kill Anne, I swear it.

I loved her.

Look, you guys got to believe me. I mean, I couldn't do it. I wouldn't.

Not even what you wanted me to.

So you just broke into her apartment?

No, no, that's the thing.

It was already trashed when I got there. Now someone else got there before me

and tore the place apart.

What? I'd gone looking for something.

Some pills I'd given her.

You risked breaking an entry for a bag full of drugs.

Look, I was afraid.

I was scared.

I thought if the police got there first, they would trace it back to the

hospital and then to me.

Look, I took them for her, okay? I was doing her a favor. Why did you have to

get them for her? She worked at the hospital.

Because I'm a charge nurse. It's easier for me.

What did you mean when you said she wanted you to kill her?

Well, uh, it happened a couple weeks ago.

Look, I knew she didn't love me, but it didn't really matter.

She was really strange that day. She looked like Anne, but she didn't sound

her.

And this had happened before, and I hated it.

So, like, what do you think is going to happen with her?

I don't know.

Best case scenario, you wait around, and one day I wake up and realize,

like, what a stand -up kind of guy you are and fall in love.

Okay. Worst case scenario, we remain friends.

No.

Worst case scenario is I go to a bar and pick up someone else.

What?

I picked up this guy at a downtown bar.

We went to his car in the parking lot.

I didn't even know his name.

Stop it. Just stop it, because I hate it. I hate it when you talk like this.

I went home with him.

Maybe it's just because I wanted him or maybe it was like the pills you got me.

Stop it.

Look, I love you.

I love you so much.

What are you telling me these things for? Why?

Do you know how it makes me feel inside?

Do you?

What you really want to do is kill me, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Go ahead, baby.

Do it. I don't care.

Damn it, Ann!

I'm going. I'm getting out of here.

Don't leave me.

I didn't mean it.

Whatever I did, I didn't mean it.

I need you.

Look, I can't.

I can't do this anymore, Ann.

Don't be mad.

I really need you.

Please don't leave me.

Look.

What have you done?

I don't remember.

What do you mean?

I don't remember doing it.

Were you drunk?

Were you whacked out on pills?

What?

All I remember is I woke up in an ambulance and it flashed my wrist.

You hurt yourself again, okay?

I promise. Look, I'll stay with you.

Take care of my baby.

I don't want you to worry, Anne.

I'll help you.

I promise.

How can you help me when I don't really know who I am?

How could she not remember trying to kill herself?

From everything I've seen and heard over the last few days, I think Anne may

have been manic and present.

Or...

Now, this may be hard to believe.

Maybe even a multiple personality.

Oh, come on. I would have known if there were anything that wrong. But it

explains so much. Even the drug abuse. It's possible for one personality to be

an addict and the other to be a... My sister was not crazy.

Look, the thing about multiples is they don't necessarily appear crazy.

Not unusual for a family not to realize.

Not my family.

It explains the blackouts. It explains the confusions. You're wrong, okay?

Okay, but if I'm right...

It might help us figure out who killed your sister.

Is there anything, anything in her past, anything in Anne's childhood that could

have possibly... Besides growing up with my mother?

Look, I don't want to be your client or your patient or whatever you call them,

okay? I don't like being analyzed.

I did have it after all. The address for Mrs. Liz Gatlin.

It's dark and powerful stuff.

Have you read the bio of the artist?

Any idea who they are? No.

Geez, I know a lot of broads with half a dozen last names. Maiden names, married

names, women who can't decide who the hell they want to be. But this is the

first time I had a corpse with three first names.

Or are there more?

Not so far. Are you going to broaden the investigation?

Because of this multiple personality theory of yours?

You know, I saw a movie about that once, and it took eight years and three

doctors just to diagnose it. You've been on this case about 15 minutes.

If there were three or more personalities leading separate lives,

know which one of them was killed?

The girl is dead. What difference does it make? Who she was the night she was

murdered determines everything.

I still think who she was having sex with is a hell of a lot more important

who she thought she was while she was doing it.

Do you have any hard psychiatric proof to back up your theory?

Not exactly, but there's every indication her family was dysfunctional.

know any families that are functional?

How about yours?

Buck. You're trying to imagine Anne here.

Can I get you?

Actually, we're looking for someone. Do you know a regular named Liz?

I don't know names.

Maybe I can help you to give me something personal to go on, like what

breakfast you have.

What about Iris? Are you familiar with her anatomy?

No, that's different.

She's not a regular. She lives here. Is she here tonight?

Try over there.

Oh, you're her sister.

I am sorry. I liked her.

Were you with her the night she was murdered?

She was really something that night. A lot more out there than usual. In what

way? Oh, she loved doing numbers on people.

She'd tell everybody to call her Liz.

And then she'd just flip out if they didn't call her Anne.

Well, didn't you think that was a little weird?

Sometimes I like to do my hair green. Wear purple panties and call myself

Who was she the night she died?

The night she died, she was just plain Anne.

Then Liz.

Sometimes Anne.

Then Liz.

Need another shooter?

You know exactly what I mean.

You know, Anne.

Yeah, I know lots of Anne.

Iris' friend, Anne.

Yes, baby.

She used to be my friend, too, but she's been sleeping with my husband.

Can you help me?

Sounds to me like you're describing Liz.

She likes confusing people.

You in line?

Are you waiting for a toilet?

No, no, go, please, go. Thank you, Iris.

Where the hell were you today? I waited two hours at the counselor's office.

Something came up.

Didn't you get my message?

Yeah, after I got home.

Damn it, Mark.

Want a beer?

No, I don't want a beer. What I want is for you to keep your promise.

Why is it every time we get close to talking you throw up a roadblock? Why is

that? It wasn't like that. Something came up. I had to go somewhere.

Something important always comes up.

Why do you always do this?

Do you want a divorce?

Well, if we don't work at what's going wrong here, that's exactly where we're

headed.

You've met someone, haven't you? That's why you didn't show up today. Peg, it's

not like that.

Are you sure?

I'm not seeing anyone, okay?

Well, I wouldn't blame you if you did. At least that way we'd be even, right?

I guess that depends on how you keep score.

Look, what I did was wrong, but we had a lot of problems before I ever met him.

And sooner or later, you've got to ask yourself, why is it that I slept with

someone else when I'm still in love with you? I don't care why you did it.

I don't even know why you told me in the first place. What did you expect?

What did you think that I was going to do?

Why can't you just forgive me?

Do you take the boat out much anymore?

No.

What's the point of having a boat if you never go sailing?

I thought you might want to stay and help me go through the rest of her

Oh, honey, I don't think I can stand too much more of this.

Do you mind finishing up for yourself?

I want to start home before the traffic gets too bad.

That's the first edition.

I gave that to Ann for Christmas.

You don't mind if I take it, do you?

No. All I ever wanted was for my girls to find a nice man.

To take care of them. Well, it's true.

Is that so much to ask?

I always thought Ann would settle down and marry a nice guy, someone like

Brooks.

I guess I'll never have any grandchildren now.

I never knew you wanted any.

I always thought you and Jeff would have children.

But you didn't stay married long enough to even get into bed, let alone get

pregnant. I knew when to leave.

I never divorced your father, Nancy.

He left me.

Is that what bothers you, that I didn't wait for Jeff to walk out, that I was

the one who left?

All I ever wanted was for my girls to find a nice man to take care of them.

Ann found several nice men, Mother, and one of them killed her.

I'll call you later and let you know I got in all right.

I've got it.

I've got it. I've got it.

Lying candles for your sister, Nancy?

Do I know you?

You were at the funeral today, weren't you?

I didn't know her very well.

Sort of a friend of a friend.

The two of you were very close, though, weren't you?

Yes.

Where can I find Liz?

You ask a lot of personal questions for a...

Let go of me. I want something that belongs to your sister.

What? Her diary.

I never saw a diary.

The diary that she kept when she was a little girl. Liz said she had it. Liz is

dead.

I don't believe you.

Nancy, if you try to leave...

You must believe me that I will kill you.

Now light the candle.

Light the candle.

Welcome to Our Lady of the Guadalupe.

Is there any way I can be of help?

Father, I'd like to make confession.

Of course.

Just a moment while I get my vest.

Father,

I'm not here for confession.

That man out there, I don't know him.

He wants something from me, some information, and he threatened me.

Please, could you see if he's still out there?

Father... How long since your last confession, Nancy?

I've looked and looked, and I can't find the diary anywhere.

Well, I couldn't sleep, so I turned the place upside down. I don't know where

she could have hidden it.

I have to find it.

No, it's more than that. I need to know what happened.

There are things about me and about Ann that I haven't told you.

Look, I can't talk about this.

Would you?

I would really appreciate it if you could.

It's hard to be interested to know. A 9mm Beretta turned up this morning in a

recycled bin a couple of blocks from Club Blue.

Got it down at Ballistics.

Want to bet it's the same gun belonged to Paul Gatlin? The one he said was

stolen?

I admire you, Kilpatrick. How's a man like you get to be so damn certain of

everything? Life experience should stop being surprised.

Oh, really?

I would think it would be just the opposite.

Got any more ideas about this multiple personality theory of yours? I'm working

on it. I gotta go.

Don't you have any of your own work to do?

You're just going to keep on doing mine.

Maybe she gave the diary to a friend for safekeeping.

Like who?

Ellie? Liz?

Look at this.

You were kind of cute as a kid.

Don't look at that old album.

I found that at four this morning as I was going through the bookcase.

Who's this?

It's Ann and I and my mother and her friend.

He looks familiar.

His name is Frank Carson.

When I was here the other night, I saw a newspaper clipping with his picture

announcing his engagement. It looked like Anna jotted down an address. Would

have gone to see him recently?

No way.

He was my mother's friend, not ours. I haven't seen him since I was a child.

What about Liz or Ellie? Maybe they know him.

Ann wouldn't allow it. My sister wouldn't have anything to do with that

How do you know?

I know.

I think we should find out.

She doesn't have it.

You're positive?

Maybe there never was a diary.

Maybe she lied to you.

You take care of it.

What is it?

I was wrong.

She did know him.

That's one of Ellie's paintings.

Are you okay?

No, I can't breathe.

I have to get out of here.

What is it? I can't do this.

I hate that music.

Nancy. I hate him.

Nancy, what happened?

My mother had an affair with Frank when I was 12.

She loved him because he brought her presents.

Flowers, tapes of classical music.

It was always playing in our house.

I can't talk about this.

Why? Because I don't remember that much about that time in my life, and I don't

want to think about it, because when I get started, I don't know where to

Nancy, have you ever been in therapy?

No, why?

The way it always is. You never know where any of it will lead.

Then what's the point?

I'm not always convinced there is one.

Frank Carson came to our room late one night when we were listening to music

instead of sleeping.

He lifted Ann up out of the bed and said that she was sick and needed to stay in

the guest room.

What happened?

I ran downstairs to tell Mother. She wouldn't listen. She put her hand over

mouth and sent me back up to bed.

I can hear the music. I don't remember the rest.

Do you think Frank Carson killed your sister?

I think he's capable of doing just about anything.

Nancy, if Frank Carson killed her, you've got to remember what happened

Can you help me?

We could try hypnosis. Maybe I can help you recall what you've repressed.

All right, Nancy.

We're in the house.

Try to remember.

Where are you now?

In the hall.

In front of the guest bedroom.

What are you doing?

The door's locked.

I yelled for him to open it.

I banged so hard on it, I thought my hands would break.

I hear Anne screaming.

What do you see?

He opened the door.

What is it?

She's on the bed crying.

What happened?

He dragged me down the hall.

me in my room in the closet

Nancy

can you hear me

Nancy

can you hear me listen

to me you

have to hear me

Nothing from the past can hurt you if you leave it there.

Nancy.

Nancy, listen to me.

Where you are sitting, sit in the quiet.

I am

standing in front of you.

Nancy, I am standing in front of you.

I am here in the park.

I am very safe.

He cannot reach you there.

Nancy, listen to me. I want you to move away from that bench and

come to me.

I want you to get off that bench and move away now!

a glass of wine? A bottle.

Thank you.

You okay?

Have you ever treated a multiple personality?

No, no. It's very rare.

But from what I've read, women seem to be better at dissociation than men,

although a lot of men have been misdiagnosed.

Women tend to direct their pain inward.

And they're seen by therapists.

Men end up in jail.

Men commit crimes, women commit suicide.

Is that what you're saying?

It's a gender thing.

Not very comforting, is it?

No. Here you go, man.

And here's yours. Thank you.

Thank you.

Did Ann know about Liz and Ellie?

I think when they were present, she had blackouts. That's why sometimes she had

trouble remembering.

But Ellie knew about Ann. She even wrote her a letter.

Well, one of the reasons that multiples function so effectively is that the

newer personalities, like Liz and Ellie, are not only aware of each other, but

they really believe that they're separate people sharing the same body. I

it sounds weird, but that was the only reality that Liz and Ellie knew.

What happened to Liz and Ellie when Anne was in control? Where did they go?

Some people describe it as a dream room, a soft consciousness, aware of what's

going on, unable to act on it. Like being in a coma, able to hear voices but

able to answer.

I think we should talk to Kilpatrick, but I wish we had

that diary first.

Are you sure it wasn't in the apartment? I looked everywhere.

But, you know, my mother took some things with her back to San Jose.

Some jewelry, a drawing, some books.

The diary belongs to me now. I found it in Anne's old doll.

And I just want to say this mess is Ellie's fault.

I never should have let her go to that opening.

So what if they were her paintings?

I should have gone.

To begin with, I would have had a much better time.

Ellie.

It's Frank Carson.

Well, talk to him. He adores your work.

And I think he might actually buy something.

Your show seems to be going very well.

Is it?

I can't tell.

You look like you want to run right out the front door.

I think anyone would notice if I did.

Is it that bad?

I never expected anyone to see my drawings.

Well, you can't keep your talent hidden away forever.

Why not?

Because there's too little left in this world that's remarkable.

Come on, show me which one is your favorite.

our little Miss Pollyanna thought he was absolutely charming.

Good morning, Anna. I've got a surprise for you.

You pleased?

Yes.

He's so hopeless.

Well, obviously, I have to do something.

Now, would you like to see the office?

Is it private?

Yes, it is.

Very. Good.

Because, Frank, we have to talk.

Do you remember Alan Parkhurst?

Yes, Begley, I...

Had a relationship with her mother years ago.

You had a relationship with her.

Anne kept a diary.

You know, it's very touching to read about what happened from a child's point

view.

Kind of grabs you by the throat.

How do you know, Anne?

Why we've been friends forever.

I lied.

I don't even like Anne.

She can't handle anything, especially sex.

She doesn't know anything about men or their needs.

She's never been to bed with anyone.

I've always had to do that for her.

Why didn't Anne come to see me?

Are you kidding?

She'd never have the gut to confront you herself.

Did she ever tell you that she never resisted me?

You raped a young girl.

You want to try explaining that to your new fiancé?

Because either you give me $10 ,000 or I'll show the diary to her and the

police.

You surprised I know about Ms. Gordon?

Your engagement picture was in the paper Wednesday.

What's the matter?

Don't I look like the type who thumbs through the society pages?

I know exactly what type you are.

And I don't think you'll go through with it because I don't think you have the

stomach for blackmail.

If I were a cop, I'd arrest you and then I'd kill you.

For what you did to Anne.

How could you let it go on?

My God, why didn't you stop him?

I couldn't.

What do you mean you couldn't?

I hope you never have to make the kind of choices I faced.

I needed him.

He was my last chance, honey.

You've always been so confident and cool.

You don't know what it's like to need a man the way I did.

Why do you think that is, mother?

Don't leave, honey.

Stay over for tonight. What could it hurt?

I don't want to stay here.

Please, baby.

Don't turn away from me. Let go of me, mother.

You're all I have left.

What do you expect from me?

Can't you forgive me?

Go to hell.

I'll know more when Nancy gets here and I read the entries myself, but there's

no question that Liz was blackmailing Frank Carson. 10 ,000 from Gatlin, 10

from Carson. What the hell did she do with all that money?

I've got the report back from Ballistics on the Beretta.

It's a match. We've got a murder weapon.

Want to guess who it's registered to?

Paul Gatlin.

Frank Carson.

Gun belongs to Brooks Taylor.

Her boyfriend from the hospital.

I'll be damned.

Now we know why he was so nervous.

It's quite haunting, isn't it?

I know it's not Janet Jackson but try to keep an open mind.

Excuse me.

who can talk privately in here.

I didn't know it was Anne until after she was murdered and I saw her picture

the paper.

And then some woman named...

Liz Gatlin called and said she had the diary.

I never heard from her again.

I'm beginning to wonder if this diary even exists.

Oh, it exists.

Why'd you kill her, Frank?

I don't kill people, Nancy.

I don't have to.

But if you have it, I'll pay you for it.

The last thing I want from you is money.

If not that, then what?

You said you didn't even recognize my sister. How could you not remember Anne?

It was a long time ago. She'd grown up. The last time I saw her, she was a

child.

That's right, Frank.

She was only a child.

Where have you been?

You were supposed to be downtown hours ago.

I went to see Frank Carson.

Great.

At least now I know I didn't worry needlessly.

I didn't kill him.

I wanted to, but I couldn't do it.

No, I'm sorry, I didn't.

Why?

Because I'd feel better.

I didn't kill her. I gave the gun to Anna a week before she died. Oh, sure,

just gave your gun to a suicidal friend. That's real smart.

Hey, look, listen.

She said she was afraid that she needed to protect herself from some guy she'd

met. What, do you think I would break into an apartment for a handful of

I wanted my gun back. Just shut up and sit down.

As far as Kilpatrick is concerned, the investigation is over. I think he has

wrong man.

I didn't know what it took to kill someone until yesterday, but I do now.

don't think he has that kind of nerve either.

Here. Thanks.

Hello.

Geez, in front of a public building in broad daylight.

What are you, stupid? I'm tired of screwing around.

I want the diary.

Where is the diary?

Hey. Hey, Phil.

I asked you a question.

Where is the diary?

Oprah has it.

Yeah, Kilpatrick.

Yeah, the license number is 2 -JCO -456.

I'll handle things from this end.

You have somewhere safe you can take her?

It's kind of a mess, but I've been living on board while I look for an

apartment.

How long have you been looking?

Six months.

It takes most people a couple of weeks.

I'm particular.

You've had one hell of a week. You want to talk about what happened at your

mother's? Ah, a man who would listen.

Every woman's dream, right?

Tell that to my wife.

My almost ex -wife.

What happened?

I left after she told me she had an affair.

Is it still seeing him?

It was already over when she told me, well, when she confessed.

She's a good Catholic girl.

I didn't think that good ones had affairs.

Uh -huh.

It was one of those weekend things, you know, she met him at some teaching,

seminar, conference, meeting thing.

Hasn't the relationship had a context?

People come together because they're needy.

But it didn't last. It was never meant to.

What she did was reckless.

Do you still love her?

There's times when I try to reach out to her, but I can't even

touch her without getting angry.

Your wife, my mother, how do we decide who deserves to be forgiven?

Because you are still married.

You're tired?

Why don't you take birth at the back there? It's the most comfortable.

Where are you going to sleep?

Up on the deck.

I've done it before.

I'm going to change. It'll just take me a minute.

I'm going to call Kilpatrick.

Say hello to your brother, my baby.

How did you get in here?

I came in through the bathroom window.

Nancy, what the hell's going on?

Oh, we got enough for a party.

Anyone else out there? It's by invitation only. You're not invited.

Here's my invitation.

Somebody slipped this under my door late last night.

Bring what belongs to me?

That money belongs to me.

Do you know who wrote this?

There's nothing here that ties anyone to the murderer.

Look, I know how you feel.

I thought Paul Gadlin did it and I was wrong. You think Frank Carson did it and

you're wrong.

He may be the devil incarnate, but he didn't kill your sister.

Look, couldn't you assign a policewoman to pose as Liz tonight at the pier and

see what happens?

Blackmail's Bunko's business. Homicide is mine.

We have the man who killed your sister.

Brooks Taylor was obsessed with her. He had motive, opportunity, and we have his

prints all over the murder weapon.

What if it isn't Brooks Taylor?

Look, I'm sorry, Miss Parkhurst, but finding the murderer doesn't always tie

the loose ends in a victim's life.

Reichert, can I see you a minute?

I'll wait outside.

You're being awfully quiet.

You thinking about something important or just doing a little freelance

analysis?

Nancy believes you're dismissing this case prematurely.

She thinks there's more here than meets the eye.

Well, I got my own psychological theory about what you're doing here.

I think you're stringing Nancy along.

Trying to keep her here long enough just to get into her pants.

Don't even think it.

I was wrong.

Tricia, I mean, I have to ask you.

Did Frank ever do anything to you? Did he touch you or say anything?

No, of course not.

What do you mean?

Thank God you told me.

All I ask is that you don't call him until after tomorrow.

After that, I don't care.

I have nothing more to say to that bastard.

Oh, you might think of something.

But just please wait until after tomorrow.

How are you?

Where's Liz?

Liz couldn't come. She sent me instead.

How do you know Liz?

She was a friend of my sister's.

You're lying.

No, Liz was afraid to come. She was scared you would hurt her.

Did she send you with the money that she owes me?

I have it in my purse.

All 10 ,000?

Yes.

Let me see it.

How did you know, Ann?

I didn't.

Mark!

I don't understand.

You killed my sister. Why?

Because.

It's what I do.

What do you mean?

Someone paid you to kill her?

Who? Who paid you?

You see, for a long time, Anne's different personalities were able to

They were organized.

But the trauma of Frank Carson's re -entry into their life caused it all to

apart.

Liz felt threatened by Anne.

She became angry, explosive.

She wanted to kill Anne.

Liz believed she would continue to exist even after Anne died, so she tried to

slit Anne's wrist.

She tried to taunt Brooks into killing her.

When that didn't work, she hired the bartender to kill her.

And that whole thing is possible?

One personality unaware of the others?

More than possible.

And the gun?

Liz borrowed it from Brooks and gave it to the bartender.

It was probably his idea.

Watch yourself. You're beginning to think like a cop.

Thank you.

You did a great job.

Even though I'm a pain in the ass, right?

Hey, I thought you were leaving this morning.

Not till 11.

I wanted to stop by and say thank you for everything that you've done.

You don't have to thank me.

I wanted to help.

Without knowing what happened would make me feel as empty.

I don't know what to do.

How do I forgive her?

You loved her.

She was your sister.

What else can you do but forgive her?