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[Julie] ...business card
with the victim.

[Jo Ann] Burglar I arraigned
last week was really stupid.

[Briggs] Like I say,
the presumption of innocence

doesn't always ensure
the presumption of intelligence.

What about the guy
who broke into people's houses

just so he could clean them up?

[Jo Ann]
That's not stupid, Julie.
That's sad, don't you think?

No, not really.

Can someone please give him
my address?

[Jo Ann] Oh, your new one
at the U.S. Attorney's Office,
Searls?

[Briggs] Searls, just how much
more money are you making?

-Is it a lot of money?
-It must be plenty.

He's got it all, Mr. Secretary.

[Briggs] Come on, tell us.
Give me money.

[overlapping chatter]

-Good morning.
-[Christopher]
Good morning, boss.

Before we get down to business,

I have a personal announcement
I would like to make.

Effective noon tomorrow,
I'm officially resigning
as Bureau Chief of this office.

And shortly thereafter,
I will be making
a public announcement...

of my intention to run
against Arnold Bach

for the office
of District Attorney.

[indistinct chatter]

♪Living in a real world♪

♪We try to rise above♪

♪All we see, searching for
something to believe♪

♪One day you'll find
you can make a life♪

♪That's worth living through♪

♪If you are living
for the truth♪

♪All that we're trying
to win♪

♪Feels like a mountain
to climb♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪

♪Hold on♪

♪Hold on♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪

♪Hold on♪

♪Hold on♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪♪

[classical music
playing through speakers]

[Mike humming]

Hello.

Not bad for a public servant.

All the comforts of home.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

-Human interest.
-Aha.

Mother of six called to duty
in the Persian Gulf.

-Ah.
-And she happens
to work downstairs.

I just thought perhaps

you just couldn't live
without me for another minute.

You missed me last night.
Admit it.

Would you save your boyish charm
for the jury counselor?

Just admit it. Come on, say it.
It'll make you feel good.
Say it.

-I did!
-Yes!

[chuckling]

-A little breakfast?
-A little coffee.

-Okay.
-[phone buzzes]

One second.

-James here.
-But I would like
dinner tonight.

-Yeah. Dankowski...
-My house.

-Um, you sure?
-[Dankowski]
Yeah, I'm sure.

How long to process?
No, I'll come down,
I'll wait there.

What is it?

They just arrested someone.
Brought someone in.

Dankowski says
it's the guy who killed Delia.

I gotta go.
I'll see you tonight.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Now, here we have
the three basic food groups.

Fat, sugar, and salt.

I love breakfast.

-[Joe] Sorry we're late.
-Oh, it's all right.

-[Joe] What happened?
Did we get it?
-Bad news.

The judge denied
the permit to march
to the Hollowdale Nursing Home.

-I don't believe this.
-I do.

I sent out press releases.
Channel 12 said they'd cover.

It doesn't matter.
We're still gonna do
the demonstration.

I'll get chains,
and we're gonna
shut the place down.

Um, excuse me. Chains?

Briggs, I'm sorry.
Meet some friends of mine.

-This is Joe and Randa.
-Hi.

So, what is with the chains?

People are being warehoused
in the Hollowdale institution.

You see, we're protesting

the lack of
attendant care services
in this state.

I understand.
But blocking an entryway
and chaining yourselves up...

So people will listen.

Look, if we don't do something
really big, we're invisible.

Do you realize
you can get arrested for this?

-[chuckling]
-Won't be the first time.

-So you've been booked before?
-Yes, we all have.

So you're all gonna go out,
and you're gonna
get yourselves arrested.

Excuse me. It's not funny.

You see, you don't
have to sit in a chair.

You don't understand
where we're coming from.

He's right.

Whatever it takes,
whatever I have to do, Briggs.

[Sandra] Yes, come in, please.

-Christopher.
-Hi, Mr. Holcombe.
How are you?

Sandra was just getting me
up to speed on the wire tap.
Nice going.

Thank you. Uh, I couldn't
have done it without her help.

Oh, I don't know. I think
you're more than capable
of performing on your own.

Great. As soon as
I get this warrant signed,

I'm gonna have them picked up,
and I'll arraign them
on murder one.

Christopher, we'd like you
to hold off on that for a while.

-Why? Is there a problem?
-[Donald] No, not really.

It's just that we need to
look at the big picture here.

We wouldn't want
anything to hamper
our further investigation

into the medical waste dumping.

What exactly are you saying?

Christopher, we need these guys.
Thanks to you, we got them.

It's not like
you're never gonna get
your murder indictment.

All we're asking you to do
is to put a pin in it,
hold off on the arrest.

Listen, I just don't wanna see
these guys disappear, okay?

I mean, I promised
this guy's wife.

I-- I told Bassler
to wear that wire.

I told him
that it would be okay,
that it would be safe.

I was responsible. Me!

I got Savino. Solid.

I can't let him walk away
on Bassler's murder. I can't.

Of course not. All right,
let's take a timeout.

We'll take a couple days
and just think about this.

-[sighs]
-Now, I'm sure
we can come up

with a solution
that works for all of us.

It's gonna be just fine,
Christopher.

Just fine.

Yeah.

Thank you.

[door opens]

[Mike] Dankowski,
you sure this is the guy
that killed Delia?

[Dankowski] Dead sure.

Take a look at the man
that did it, Mike.
Jermaine Watkins.

It was a liquor store robbery.

Customer was shot.
Pregnant woman.

Baby's fine. We think
the mother's gonna make it.

There were two of them.

The other guy, Willie Evans,
is coming down
in a separate car.

Witnesses?

A couple that owned the store
couldn't ID him on the scene.

He said it was two Black guys,
one in a red jacket.

But there was a karate studio
across the street,

and the owner heard the shouts,

and he came out and saw
the two guys running,

so he took off after him
and caught Jermaine,
the one wearing the red jacket.

Find anything on him?

Yeah,
a couple hundred in new bills.

The gun was found
lying in the street.

The fingerprints were smudged,
but we think
our guy's the shooter.

It's a 50/50 case.
It could go either way.

Mike, he hasn't asked
for an attorney yet,

-so I don't think--
-I'm coming in.

I'll be fine.

[door opens, creaks]

You're a popular guy, Jermaine.

This is Mike James
from the DA's office.

We're gonna ask you
a few more questions.

Detective Dankowski
has advised you of your rights.

You know that if you
can't afford a lawyer,
one will be appointed to you.

I don't need no damn lawyer.

I told you I ain't do nothing.

I was running down the street.
Some dude tackled me, man.

He must have been the one
that popped her. It wasn't me.

You know that, um...

that woman was pregnant.

So what?

So what?

So she might lose that baby.

[Jermaine] So what's that
got to do with me?

I mean, you ain't got
nothing on me, all right?

You gonna have to let me go.

[yelling] I know you killed her!

[indistinct shouting]

Get your hands off me, man!
Get your hands off me!

Get out of here!

-You did it!
-Get your hands off me, man!

Get him out of here!

He's got a partner! Willie!

Get him out of here!

I want me a lawyer!
I want me a lawyer now!

-Mike, just calm down.
-[Jermaine] You can't do this!

That's good, Mike.
That was really good.

I don't want to tell you
your business,

but if I want to blow this case,
I don't need your help.

[panting, sobbing]

He's already murdered one woman,

and he might have
murdered another.

I will not let him walk again.

Excuse me, sir.
Are you a member here?

No, I'm supposed to meet
Arnold Bach.

Ah, yes, of course.
Right this way.

Mr. Bach will meet you
in the lounge.

Orange juice
while you wait, sir?

Yes, thank you.

-Tom, how are you?
-Mr. Bach.

[Arnold] Sam,
I haven't forgotten about you.

I'll call you this afternoon.

-Hi, Bill.
-How you doing, Arnold?

Melissa, we still on
for lunch tomorrow?

Great.

[indistinct conversations]

Good morning, Gene.

That was
quite a performance, Arnold.

Is that why I'm here?

A little glimpse along
the corridors of power?

Well, the funny thing, Gene,
is I always liked you.

And that's why
I made you bureau chief.

Now, you may not believe this,
but I still like you.

Arnold, could we cut
through the pretense, please?

I resigned. Remember?

OK. I asked you down here
to give you a little advice.

Now, you may think
we're on opposite sides,

but when it comes
to the issues--

Come on, Arnold.

You are so consumed
with all of the favors

and glad-handing
with all of this

that I don't think
you even know what
the issues are anymore.

Gene, if you and I
split the vote,
Quinncannon gets in.

You could withdraw.

And you could stop this
moralistic crusade of yours

and start thinking
of other people for a change,

like some of those ADAs
you trained.

You think half of them
are gonna stay there
if Quinncannon gets in?

He'll clean house so fast
you won't even see the dust fly.

-You finished?
-You are not gonna win.

Now, that's not a threat.
That's a fact.

If you drop out now,

you and I stand a chance
to work together
against Quinncannon,

a chance to save the office.

I just want you
to think about that.

You could have
your old job back.

No questions, no resentment.

You're afraid I'm gonna win.

That's for the juice.

-And that's for your advice.
-[coin clatters]

I don't get it, you know.
You act like nothing's happened.

Come on. [inhales sharply]
Nothing has happened.

Right.

Tell me something.

You never intended to indict
those guys for murder, did you?

Christopher,
we're not the enemy.

Oh, you tell that
to Bassler's wife.

Don't you understand?
I feel responsible.

I can't bring Bassler back,
but I can get the guys
who killed him.

We know who killed him, Sandra.

What we're working on
involves hundreds,
maybe even thousands of lives.

Children getting AIDS
from needles
washed up on beaches.

You're talking about the future.

There's a lot at stake here,
Christopher.

Not just the case,
but your future as well.

Do you know
how many ADAs would kill
to be in your position?

I know.

Well, then
stop blaming yourself.

Bassler wasn't smart.

Eventually he would've
made a mistake,

and they would have
gotten to him anyway.

[knocking at door]

The senator's here.
Let's not keep him waiting.

Oh, um...

Christopher, this meeting
won't take long.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.
You can get hurt.

Don't patronize me.
Please, Briggs,
don't tell me what I can do.

I'm not.

I'm trying to have
a discussion with you.

Kerry, there is another side
to this issue.

You're talking about people
that are critically disabled,

and these people
need to be in places

where there are
medical facilities,
physical therapists--

That's not the case
at Hollowdale.

They're being drugged there.
They're prisoners.

You talk about these people
like they're from outer space.

The only thing that
separates him or her or you

or any able-bodied person
from living like these people

is just one slip on the ice,
one wrong turn of the wheel.

But that's not what
I'm talking about.

You haven't been there, Briggs.

You haven't had to face
the reality

of not only losing
the use of your legs,
but your freedom as well.

Kerry...

I just-- I don't...

want you...

to do anything dangerous.

This is my life, Briggs.

An important part of my life.

I gotta go.

[elevator bell dings]

-[man 1] Could you hold
the elevator, please?
-[man 2] Yeah, sure.

[Mike] Your partner's been
talking up a storm, Willie.

Jermaine said that
you were the shooter.

He said that you shot
the lady in the stomach
and that you laughed about it.

Did you laugh about it, Willie?
Did you like it?

The baby's dead, Willie.

-Why don't you
laugh about that?
-You're lyin'.

You're lyin', man.
I didn't do nothing, okay?

-You didn't do it, who did?
-I ain't talking to you, man.

You better talk to me
because Jermaine is ready
to rat you out.

Jermaine wouldn't do
anything like that,
right, Willie?

You're trying to trick me.

We're trying to do you
a favor, Willie.

Now, you're only 23 years old.

You got 30 days here,
a couple of months there,

but you ain't never
been upstate, Willie.

You think you're bad.
Those boys upstate,
they're just waiting for you.

They can hardly wait
to get their hands on you.

When they get you,
they're gonna get you real good.

They're gonna get you
till you bleed,
till you like bleeding.

There ain't gonna be
nobody there to help you out.

You're not gonna get out
of there until the next century,
if you're lucky.

Or you can play ball with us.

[Willie] No.

No, way, I can't, man.
I can't.

Fine, fine.
Let's go talk to Jermaine.

Look, I didn't do it, man!

Did Jermaine do it?

I needed a fix.

-The baby really dead?
-Yes. She died.

Who killed her?

I didn't.

Who did?

[sobbing]

Jermaine shot her, man.

He shot her
in the stomach and...

she started bleeding
and yelling and...

Get the stenographer in here.

[sobbing]

See you later.

-Hey, Mike, those
Rodriguez papers--
-Later.

Suzanne.

Ah, yes, the infamous Mr. James.

-Beat up any defendants lately?
-Free any murderers?

I don't understand.
You're the one handling
the Jermaine Watkins case.

Uh-huh. Neither the store owner
nor the victim can ID him.

Maybe not, but I've got
a martial arts instructor

who saw him running
from the store
and tackled him.

He didn't have a gun on him.

But he did have money.
Crisp $100 bills.

He could have had those
from before.

A crackhead
going through withdrawal
and he had money on him?

I have a sworn statement
from his partner

that Jermaine Watkins
is the shooter.

Oh, come on, Mike.

Who is going to believe
that creep

when that jury finds out
that he was given what?

Immunity from prosecution
for making that statement?

Everybody.

Everybody.

I'll get him cleaned up
like a Boy Scout,

and when he tells
how he was used
by a three-time loser

to take a fall for a murder
that he did not commit...

Everybody.

Jermaine Watkins
is going upstate,

and I don't care
if he doesn't get out

until he is carried out
in a stinking body bag.

You got that?

He is a discretionary,
persistent felon

who has more priors
than you have years.

And when he goes down for this--

And believe me, he will go down.

The judge could give him life,
and I think he will.

I disagree.

-Well, that's your prerogative!
-Yes, it is!

I'm going to let you in on
something. This is personal.

And I will not leave
one ugly stone unturned

until I put
that piece of scum away.

Now, the People
will be ready, Suzanne,

and you can take that
to the bank.

[Suzanne] Mike.

[inhales sharply]

Bottom line,
just the bottom line.
What's the offer?

A one-time only sale,
on the table for 24 hours,
no counter offers.

He starts doing hard time
tomorrow night.

He cops to attempted murder.
He gets 15 with a cap of 22.

-And the selling point here is?
-No risk of life in prison.

-And one other condition.
-What's that?

Ten minutes...

[suspenseful music playing]

...alone...

with me.

[Christopher] Mrs. Bassler.

Mr. Searls,
we said 12:45, right?

I'm sorry, I had a meeting.

And now, I'm late
for the pediatrician's.

My daughter's got
an ear infection.

Again, I apologize.

Hi.

-How old are you?
-I'm six.

Six? You don't look
a day over five and a half.

[chuckles softly]

Um... Maybe we should
go to my office, hmm?

Come on.

-They said you were at lunch.
-It was a lunch meeting.

Listen, we're still
processing the information
we got on the phone.

No, I didn't come about that.
Look, have a look at this.

The insurance company denied me
my husband's death benefits.

They said he was engaged
in some kind of
dangerous business

that he didn't disclose
on his application.
But that's not true.

-Before you came, he--
-Mrs. Bassler, please.

Before he wore that wire,

he was just
an ordinary businessman,
like anybody else.

All right, step in. Thank you.

Mrs. Bassler.

I'm not sure what we can do.

You're a lawyer.
There must be something
you can do.

-I represent the people.
-No, you are my lawyer--

-Mommy, my ear hurts.
-[Lorene] Okay, sweetie, I know.

I'll have the district attorney
write a personal letter.

I'm sure we can
get the money that way.

We need that money.
We can't live without it.

-Mommy.
-Okay, honey.

I understand.

No, you don't understand.
We lost everything.

There were debts.

Mr. Searls,
are you gonna get him?

Are you gonna get the man
that killed my husband?

Yes.

I'm gonna try.

[chanting] Hollowdale is a jail!
Free our people now!

[police siren buzzes]

Okay, let's go, gentlemen.
Get the camera rolling.

All right, let's move back.
Keep it clear here.

Free our people now!

Hollowdale is a jail!

Free our people now!

Hollowdale is a jail!

Free our people now!

Hollowdale is a jail!

What's going on here?

We want them
to give us the money

and the alternative
to live independently.

[reporter] Anything
you wanna add?

There are people
in that institution
strapped in their beds,

lying in their own urine,
and crying out to be free.

Listen up, everybody.

You're trespassing
on private property.

You don't have a permit
to be here.

-[chanting continues]
-Now, this is
an illegal assembly,

and I want you
to disperse immediately.

That's the point, officer.

We can leave,
but the people inside can't.

They're prisoners.

I have a friend
inside this institution

who is a 35-year-old
computer analyst.

We cannot get outside-- Oh!

We're not going anywhere.
We have rights.

Oh, yeah, you're going, buddy.

We have the right to live,
to freedom and dignity.

You want to make this tough?

-[groans]
-Leave him alone.
Stop right now.

Oh, my God. Joe--

-We have the right to--
-Peter Brigman, DA's office.

Listen, they were told
if they protested,

they would get arrested.
Do you understand that?

Yeah. Officer Wilson,
I want you to stop
what you're doing right now.

I want you to take
a good, long look around.

Take a good,
long look around, officer.
You see the camera right there?

I want you to think
about what you're doing here.

Okay?

Hey, look, I'm just
arresting this man.

You are using undue force, sir,
and if you go any further,

I'm gonna make sure
that you are sitting
in front of a grand jury.

Do you understand that?
Do I make myself clear to you?

-Thank you. Good.
-Okay.

Okay, good. Do it now.

[indistinct chatter]

-Joe, are you all right?
-I'm okay.

You got him?

All right,
move back, everybody.
Nice and easy.

-Just move back.
-[chanting continues]

[Reporter] You're from
the district attorney's office?

What did you say
your name was? Brigman?

Yeah, it's Brigman.
Peter Brigman.

Has the DA taken a stand
on this issue?

No. I'm not the one
that you should be talking to.

You should talk to them,
not me. Her.

So what is the purpose
of this demonstration?

Look behind me.
It's a beautiful building,
but inside, it's hell.

Severely disabled people
are being warehoused there

supposedly for
cost and efficiency,
but that's a lie.

They're thrown away,
they're dispensable,
and they're forgotten,

and we have to do
something about it.

Mr. Bach.

You told me to report
directly to you on this.

You have problems?

I wanna go forward
with the indictment of Savino
on Bassler's murder.

The U.S. Attorney
will preempt you.

They'll kick your butt
right out of that office.

[sighs]

I talked him into it.

He died because I told him
to wear that wire.

There's gotta be something
that I can do.

I know you like to go
for the throat,

but this time, you may
have to negotiate.

The feds play
by their own rules.

That's the U.S.
Attorney's Office.

They get what they want.

You don't think I'd like
to tell them where to go?

But I can't. You can't.

What if I tell them
I'll indict on the murder

unless they promise
not to give the killers
immunity?

Good. Then get it in writing.

Yeah. Thank you.

-Ah.
-[television playing
in background]

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome back
to the wonderful world
of the 1960s.

The era when sex, drugs,
and rock 'n' roll ruled the day.

Well, sorry, I missed it.

All right, let's see
what we got here,
shall we, mm?

[clears throat]

Excuse me. That's very nice.

That hurt?

No, it's like it all went numb.
I can't feel anything.

-Hey.
-[laughs]

It's very bright of me,
isn't it?

-I'm so bright.
-[chuckles]

Hmm.

Ah. Well, Miss Lynn,

you were, uh,
very radical out there.

Well, you were
pretty radical yourself.

-Mm.
-Mm.

-See that right there?
-Yeah.

Right there.
Come here. See that?

You felt that.

Why don't we go to my bedroom?

Will you help me with this?

One.

Two.

Three.

[romantic music playing]

So, uh, where do you feel?

Huh?

-Well, this is
the point of my injury.
-Yeah.

And I don't feel anything
from there down.

But I'm very sensitive here.

And right here
is the most sensitive point.

[gasps]

You know, I have some
very sensitive points
myself. Mm?

[Maggie moaning]

[laughing]

I thought you said
you were tired.

[laughing]

Well, I thought I was tired.

Oh, lies. Lies, lies, lies.

[laughing]

[sighing] Hmm.

Hmm.

I don't know what it is, Delia.

Delia?

Delia.

-Maggie.
-I don't believe you said that.

-Maggie.
-I don't believe you said that!

-Maggie, I didn't mean to.
-But that makes it even worse.

Do you know what
that makes me feel like?
Do you have any idea?

I told you, Maggie.

-You are here in my bedroom--
-Maggie, listen.

Now, I told you.

We'd been questioning
her murderer.

I went crazy.

I...

I know what
you're going through.

But I need to know something.

And I want you
to tell me the truth.

Do you think about Delia
when you're making love to me?

Oh. I see.

Well, that's your answer.

Maggie.

Yeah. I think
you should go.

Please.

I'm sorry.

The kids are so excited, honey.

And I told them that
we'd all stay up late
and watch you on the news.

Yeah.

Colin.

You made a lot of changes
in my speech.

Just tightened it up
a little, that's all.

The, uh, drug angle
is excellent.

It's the issue of our day.
It's my issue.

No question. Gene,
you're the DA we want.
We're all here to support you.

But keep in mind,
we've got to get you
elected first.

Just, uh, take the shine off.
No big deal.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I cannot say this.

It's the truth.
Every word of it.

I am not running
a smear campaign.

It's gonna come out.
You know that.

I'm not walking into
Arnold Bach's courthouse

-and telling everyone
he's a crook.
-It's your decision, Gene.

We believe that you've
got to let the people know
why you're running.

You have to go after Bach,
Gene. It's the only way.

[knocking at door]

You ready,
Mr. District Attorney?

[chuckles softly]

Mr. District Attorney.

-You like the sound of that?
-I could get used to it.

[people speaking indistinctly]

-He's agreed to all the terms?
-Mm. Sold American.

He understands
the other condition?

I explained to him
that he is to answer
all your questions

and that nothing he says
can be used against him, Mike.

Good.

Guard.

Good luck, Counselor.

-[cell door closes]
-[keys jangle]

-You got any cigarettes?
-No.

So, what is it, man?
I don't have all day.

Um, because
you're represented by counsel,

you can feel free to--

Yo, man, my lawyer
already told me all that.

I told her you was bugged,

but she said
I had to talk to you
for ten minutes.

Part of the plea bargain.

So, go.

[Mike] You recognize this woman?

Nope.

Come on, Jermaine, look again.
Take a real good look.

[scoffs]

A year ago, last month,
she was, uh, walking down
Main Street.

And a Black man had just come
from a Japanese restaurant.

It was starting to drizzle,
and someone...

came up to them,
and he held a gun.

And he told them
to give him all... their money

and not to turn around.

But her purse got
all tangled up, and, uh...

she turned around, and...

he fired.

One shot.

Then he-- he ran away.

Man, I told you,
I ain't never seen
this woman before.

She died.

She was 31 years old.

And she died that night.

Man, what you want from me?

[scoffs]

Is you the dude
eating sushi with her?

[scoffs] Man...

Come on, man.

I just-- I just want...
I-- I want you to... to know.

I want you to-- to understand...

what you did.

Who you took.

-Oh, man, come on...
-This woman, she...

[sighs]

she tried to-- to help people.

She... she cared
about people like you.

She thought that if you
treated people with dignity,
that-- that...

Look, man.

What you want me to say?

That I done it?

I could've.

Wouldn't surprise me none.

But I don't remember.

She don't mean nothing to me.

Nothing.

People die, man.

They die all the time.
Don't make no difference.

Is that it?

Yeah.

That's it.

[slamming on door]

[Jermaine] Guard,
you wanna open the door
and let me outta here?

-[keys jangling]
-[cell door opens]

-[telephone ringing]
-[indistinct chatter]

Here's my proposal.

If your office agrees to let me
prosecute on the murder,
not give immunity,

I'll get a sealed
grand jury indictment,

which will protect
your investigation,
and I'll hold off on his arrest.

-Christopher, that's not--
-I can't wait anymore.

If you won't go along with it,
I'm gonna indict anyway.

If your office
wants to try and preempt,

that's your right, under
the cross-designate agreement.

But by that time, I'll have
blown this thing sky-high.

We won't have to do that,
Christopher.

[sighs]

What are you talking about?

He's gone.

We placed Savino in
the Witness Protection Program

two days ago
right after you left.

Now even his own mother
wouldn't be able to find him.

You said
we should think about this.

His testimony is crucial to us.

We had to give him immunity.

Don't take this so personally.

I guess I take it personally

when I convince
an innocent man to wear a wire

and he winds up dead.
I guess I'm funny that way.

Sometimes, things have to
be sacrificed, Christopher.

Now, if you will excuse us,
we were having a meeting.

Things?

You mean people, don't you?

How many more little people
have to be sacrificed

so you can land
your big white whale?

How many?

Christopher.

Christopher.

Christopher, wait.

Nice work, Sandra.

This had nothing to do with us.

Nothing to do
with the last few weeks.

Did you get paid up front?

That's how
I hear it works with whores.

I know you don't mean that.

This is a murder, Sandra.

That man was beaten to death
with a baseball bat.

I don't care who you are.
You don't walk away from that.

You can't.

You don't.

[scoffs]

I guess you saw me
a mile away, huh?

Just some sap you could
wind around your little finger.

That's not true.

It's too bad.

We hardly got started.

You're wrong.

I stayed. I stayed
much too long.

[doorbell dings]

-I have to talk to you.
-Go away.

[Mike] You won't answer
my phone calls.

I'm not going anywhere.

If I have to stay here
all night, I will.

Maggie, come on.

Maggie, please,
just open the door.

-Shh!
-Hear me out. Five minutes.

Five minutes.

-What do you want?
-You.

You. I want you...
I want you to forgive me.

I forgive you.
Now would you please go?

You look great.

Thank you.

Two nights ago,
for the first time
since we've been together,

I thought about Delia.

Just that morning, I stood
in the same room with...

the man that killed her.

-Now, you didn't
ask me about it.
-I...

I thought you'd tell me
when you were ready.

That second that it took
for the gun to go off,

that second that she died,

ended her life, changed mine,

and he didn't remember her,
didn't even know her.

Oh, Mike...

All this time,
all the lives lost,

all the victims over the years,

Delia changed the way I--
I looked at them.

I was willing to do anything
to put this guy away,

to close the door, anything.

Yes, I thought about her.

But she's gone.

Is she, Mike?

I was afraid about this
from the beginning.

From the first night
we had dinner,

it was the way
you spoke about Delia.

I knew that you were
still in love with her.

But then when you
came to my office,

and you were just so,
I don't know, wonderfully crazy.

Oh, Mike.

Mike, come on. You know me.

I'm not exactly the shy type.
I wear my heart on my sleeves,

and that gets me
into trouble sometimes,

but I don't want
to be hurt again.

-Maggie--
-Mike, you're not ready.

You know that, and I know that.

And the feelings
that you have for Delia
have not been put to rest.

I want you to go, Mike.

I want you to go,

and I don't want you
to come back
until you are ready.

Until you're sure.

[door closes]

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