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Southern apple tuna salad?

Thank you R.J. I'll be right back.

I want you to hold my check.

Okay, Sunny.

All right.

Miss Ellie?

You stay put.

We got us some business to take care of.

Speaking Japanese

Put your hands up in the air, now!

Raise them up there, now!

Keep them up there!

You're looking to die!

Is that what you want to do?

Speaking Japanese

What did you say to him?

I was just telling him what you said.

My brother doesn't speak English.

You tell him I want to see two sets of hands in the air at all times!

Speaking Japanese

Hurry up. Come on.

Don't shoot. Please!

Hurry up.

Come on.

Here is the money.

Hello, this is Taylor.

I can't come to the phone right now.

At the beep, please leave a message.

Thank you.

Sister dear, if I'm found murdered,

it's because I just witnessed two men being blown away

by someone your boss freed back to the streets.

Hey, Sunny.

Well, howdy, darling.

I just watched you blow those two people away.

Don't worry.

It'll be our secret.

Because I'm gonna pay you to waste someone else.

My twin sister.

Mr. McCabe.

Excuse me, sir. Miss Peters is here.

Send her in.

She's one of the paralegals

that works the storefront with Larry Trainor.

She called, ask if she could see me.

Oh, Jake Styles, Derek Mitchell, Taylor Peters.

Why don't you sit down?

How are you, Mr. McCabe?

Fine, thank you.

Um, something happened

that I thought I should bring to your attention.

Late last night, my sister, my twin sister Megan,

left a message on my answering machine.

Sister, dear, if I'm found murdered,

it's because I just witnessed two men being blown away

by someone your boss freed back to the streets.

Um, have you talked to your sister about it?

She said it was all a joke.

Megan has a macabre sense of humor.

Uh, uh.

Anyway, I didn't think anything of it

until I heard a news report about a robbery that took place last night.

Two men were murdered with a high-powered shotgun.

Uh, Remington 1187.

I checked with a friend at PD.

An 1187 is certainly no joke.

Nor is Sunny Appleton.

Who's that?

Late yesterday afternoon, Larry, my boss,

represented a Sunny Appleton in court.

His pickup had been stopped and searched,

and the police found a fully loaded, uncased rifle and an 1187 shotgun.

Larry got Appleton off on a plea citing illegal search and seizure.

The thing is, Megan was in the courtroom at the time.

Maybe I should have a talk with your sister.

Would you? I'd appreciate that.

Do you have her number?

Yeah, I'll just leave you her phone number and her address.

But I'd give it an hour.

An hour?

Megan's an artiste.

She rarely gets up before the crack of noon.

I see.

Miss Peters?

Miss Peters?

Anybody home?

Miss Peters!

Hi.

I, uh... The door was open.

I was calling your name.

I guess you didn't hear me.

My name's Jake Styles.

I'm with the district attorney's office.

What took you so long?

I expected someone banging down my door

in the wee small hours of the morning.

Don't you like the wee small hours of the morning, Mr. Styles?

Uh, yeah.

There are times, yeah.

I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.

Not unless you call me Megan and I can call you Jake.

OK. You've got a deal.

Why don't you tell me about the phone call you made to your sister?

Do you know anything about the left brain, right brain theory?

A little.

Yeah.

Why?

Taylor has too much left brain.

Upright, sensible, all those other good things.

And with me, aura is curvy, flexible, a lot more playful.

What about the phone call?

I heard a news report and thought,

let's give sister dear a sleepless night.

It was a joke, Jake.

Hmm.

Guess I didn't get it.

What time was that, uh, about?

Time?

Give a time frame, what time you made the call.

I don't know what time it was.

I was driving around listening to my car radio.

See, Jake, I don't live my life by the clock.

If you want time frames, talk to Taylor.

Did you see a shooting?

Then why did you call your sister and give her a sleepless night?

Why did you do that?

Because she's the original bleeding heart.

Because I don't exactly appreciate the fact

that she and her boss set fruitcakes back out onto the street every day.

Walk me to my car?

Unless you want to take your clothes off.

Excuse me?

I would love to sculpt you.

Yep?

I've invited Sister Deer to my house for lunch.

Do it.

Sunny Appleton's rap sheet is three pages long.

But all his crimes have been committed

right around the Dallas area.

And what the hell is he doing here?

I don't know. I'll try to find out.

Also, uh, car phone 555-4050

placed a call to Taylor Peters' home at 10:26 last night.

That's Megan Peters' car phone number.

Look, there were two double homicides at convenience stores last night.

One at 8 PM straight up and the other one at 10:18 PM

Megan could have heard about the killings on the 8 o'clock news.

What does the one that P.D. rolled on at 10:18?

It's no lock.

Something to chew on.

I'll get on it.

Tell me something, Larry.

How did you, uh...

How did you come to represent a guy like Sunny Appleton?

He just walked into my office, gave me this shy smile,

said I had to take his case pro bono because he's a minority.

The only calf roper in East LA.

Do you have an address on him?

He gave Taylor a couple of phone numbers where he could be reached,

but I don't know where they are.

You'll have to ask her.

Is she here?

She said she was going to go home for a minute

and then out to meet her sister out at her house.

We'll have to catch up to her there.

Uh, Derek, one other thing.

When we were leaving court,

I asked Appleton what was he going to be doing here in LA.

He said he came to town to be a hitman.

I thought he was joking.

Taylor?

Megan?

Taylor?

Look, Mr. Styles, I am sorry.

I didn't know it was you in the car.

I was standing there, and someone takes a shot at me.

Someone tries to kill me.

A man in dark glasses comes careening down the driveway.

I panicked.

What was I supposed to do?

I understand. I understand. It's OK. I understand.

OK?

I got in my car, and I left.

I'm sorry.

I lost complete control of myself.

I'm screaming at you like a mad woman.

It's all right. It's all right, OK?

Excuse me.

Take a deep breath.

I am not like this.

I have never been like this before.

You're not like this because no one's ever tried to kill you before.

That's why.

You seem to be hanging in there pretty well, considering.

Hum, You said your sister wanted to see you today.

Is it normal behavior for her not to show up?

There's no such thing as normal behavior with my sister.

What do you mean by that?

I don't know.

Well, does she lie? Does she cheat? Does she steal? Is she strange?

My sister is a slut.

Is that what you want to know?

She has strange friends, men and women.

She's attracted to anyone on the dark side of the street.

It seems the lower they are morally, the more she's attracted to them.

She rarely spends a night by herself.

Did she spend last night alone?

Did she say anything about that to you?

No.

Were you wearing your hair like that when you saw your sister today?

Like this?

Yeah.

Yes, why?

With the braid you had in the back,

wearing a sun hat maybe the shooter, thought that you were her, see?

You mean Appleton?

Yeah.

That's what I was thinking.

You, uh, you have phone numbers on him, don't you?

I do. I've never been able to reach him.

I've tried.

Great.

Why don't you give me the numbers and let me try, OK?

That's a high rent district.

How can she keep an apartment there working as a paralegal?

She told Jake her parents were very wealthy.

Anybody heard from Megan?

No.

The SIU finished their report.

The slug they dug out of her house was from a 7 millimeter DBL rifle.

What kind of gun is that?

It's a high-powered rifle used to shoot wild game,

the same kind Appleton had on him when the police stopped him.

What about the phone numbers on Appleton?

I ran an address cross-check.

One is for a cellular, no permanent address.

The other's a surprise.

Sir Anthony's Social Club.

Jake's going to check.

How you doing?

We're closed.

Tell Tony that Jake wants to see him, okay?

You got an appointment?

With Mr. LaMarta, he don't see nobody without an appointment.

Tell him they're playing Speak Softly, Love,

and Jake wants the next dance, okay?

He'll see me.

You don't listen very well, do you, pal?

You see, this is a private club, so why don't you just take a hike?

Hold it!

Hold it!

Hold it!

Jake, show him the membership card.

For me, Jake.

Show him the membership card, uh?

How you doing?

How have you been, Jake?

Good.

Every time you come calling,

I don't know whether I'm going to have to buy a new front door

or increase my health's medical insurance.

Kid needs a spanking.

Hey, only the old timers know the meaning of respect.

Now, what brings you here in this mood?

Tony, you're a lot of things.

One thing you aren't is stupid.

So how come a calf roper whose signature is a shotgun

has got your private number?

Sal.

Come closer, Sal.

Now tell Jake what you did.

I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. LaMarta.

The cowboy, Appleton.

I send this mouse on an errand to Dallas for me.

Nothing important.

But they bring him in for questioning.

In his cell is this cowpoke.

This mouse tells him there's people need killing in LA.

Two weeks later, he shows up on my door looking for work.

Let him do me a favor.

Easy, Sunny, easy.

Mister, you know my name.

You ain't a friend, you got a gun.

That makes you the worst kind of enemy.

Take it easy.

I'm a cop.

Well, partner, why didn't you say so?

I want no trouble with the law.

Had enough of that back home.

Yeah, well, this ain't back home.

Assault weapons are illegal in California, you know that?

Look at this, mister.

See?

No selector switch, and no dual capacity.

This AK-47 is a sport model.

I'm a sporting man.

It's still against the law.

It's illegal to fire a firearm within city limits.

I don't know about laws and regulations.

Yeah.

I'm just a hunter practicing.

Yeah.

I tell you what, you let me check out the rest of your hunting gear,

and if it passes my inspection, we'll forget about the shooting.

Sure.

Let's go inside.

This lady here, she's my pride and joy.

Powerful weapon.

Yeah.

Whatever you hit ends up in hell's half acre.

Is it clean?

Of course it's clean.

What do you think?

I noticed your shotgun and your BDL are missing from your rack.

I checked you out.

I sold them hunting weapons.

Giving up, hunting?

There ain't no game left.

All choked out by highways and skyscrapers.

Everywhere you go, it's getting crowded.

Make room.

Some things should live.

Some things should die.

Some things are a waste.

Like this little critter.

Got a lame paw.

Ain't never gonna be good for nothing.

Except sucking on Miss Ellie and, uh, cost some money to be fed.

Sunny?

I've got the perfect gift for your girlfriend.

She's gonna love it.

- Look at that. - A puppy?

Guy.

How could she not love this dog?

Come on.

He's even got your eyes.

Every time she looks at him, she'll be reminded of you.

Cute, huh?

He's kind of cute.

She'll love it.

I'm telling you, she'll love it.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I want you to do me a favor.

Yeah.

Have your computer check on the Peters' estate in Milwaukee.

Let me know who the beneficiaries are.

And also, in the case of Taylor's death,

I want to know if Megan has a right to survivorship.

Can you do that for me?

Yeah.

What are you getting at, Jake?

I was over at Appleton's house this afternoon.

Found these.

He had a bunch of these lying around.

It's a matchbook from the Rose Bayou.

Hmm.

Isn't that a charming little supper club?

It's the hottest club in town.

It's also about three blocks from the convenience store

where the robbery murders took place.

And why didn't you bring him in for questioning?

He already stashed the weapons.

He'd be out in a fast minute.

Smart.

I think Taylor was the intended target.

And I'm wondering if Megan didn't order the hit.

Killed her sister for the inheritance, huh?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I could be crazy.

I'll authorize a 24-hour surveillance on Appleton.

If you're not crazy, he'll try again.

This is Taylor speaking.

I'm not home right now, but you can reach me at my sister's house.

The number there is 555-4411, or leave a message after the beep.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hi, Megan.

Jake Styles.

Listen, I'd like to talk with your sister if she's still there.

Bad choice.

I'm a lot more fun.

Megan, is she there?

It's Jake Styles.

For you.

Hello, Jake?

Taylor?

Hi, Jake Styles.

Listen, don't say anything to your sister,

but you and I need to talk right away, OK?

Two hours.

The Rose Bayou.

See you there.

Hey, mister.

You Jake Styles?

Yes.

I got a message for you.

Taylor couldn't make it.

You sure?

Yeah.

But that sister of hers is still here.

Look soft, I got a fresh one for you, dear.

Not now.

That lady needs to be taught a lesson.

No, I don't like it here anymore.

Okay, come here.

I'm gonna take you over this way.

Okay.

Just what you thinking, man?

Party's over, all right?

Move.

Always hearing him in the night coming into my room.

Always felt its footsteps before I heard them.

OK, OK, OK.

Hang on, baby, hang on.

Yeah.

Jake, I'm sorry if I woke you, but I thought you should know.

We've been sitting on Appleton's place all night.

He hasn't shown up.

Damn it.

All right.

Put out an APB right away.

OK.

Find him fast, and I'll warn Taylor Peters, OK?

Do it now.

Taylor!

Could have had Jake Styles last night.

I know it was you he really wanted.

You fool everyone, don't you?

Goodness just oozes out of you, doesn't it?

Miss Peters?

Miss Peters!

Hey, Jake.

Don't you think I'm beautiful, Jake?

Wouldn't you like to touch me?

Megan, you're very beautiful.

I want to talk to Taylor.

She's not here.

You know she's here.

Call her out.

I want to talk to her.

Taylor's got a headache.

She's got a headache.

She's not here.

Taylor's got a headache.

Taylor's got a headache.

She always gets a headache when I want her to come out.

Can you come out whenever you want?

No, but it's getting easier.

She's getting weaker and I'm getting stronger.

Megan, I really need to talk to Taylor.

It's real important.

You said it's getting easier.

Can you do it?

Can you do it for me?

You want to talk to that bore, fine.

But I'm coming back.

I'm coming back.

Jake, I'm so sorry.

She's taking over.

She's taking over my life.

I...

She never used to come out in the daytime.

What did she do to you?

What sick thing did she try to make you do?

You don't know?

You don't know anything about last night?

She leads me in strange places.

I don't remember how I got there.

I don't remember what I was doing.

I wake up with the smell of stale sweat on my body.

Jake, I'm so scared.

I'm so scared.

Listen, listen.

I want to help you.

You can trust me.

I want to help you.

I want to help you, honey.

No!

God, I hate a crybaby.

I told you, didn't I?

She's a bore.

All she does is bitch and moan and complain.

Why would you try to have Taylor killed?

You'd be killing yourself.

It was because of her father, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

You want to know why?

Yeah.

Why?

Every morning, she'd wake up, and she'd go to school,

and she'd do all those wonderful little girl things.

And she denied I existed.

I was the one who felt his footsteps before I heard them.

I was the one who felt him before he touched me.

I was the one he touched and he sweated on

night after night after night after night.

And she denied I existed.

She wouldn't allow herself to know what was happening to us.

In the night.

She never knew.

Call Taylor back.

She never knew.

Call Taylor back!

- She never knew - Call Taylor back.

Call Taylor back!

Do it.

Call her back.

Come on.

Taylor.

Jake.

I knew.

I knew.

Tell Megan I knew.

I will.

I will.

It's OK baby.