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Sherry knew that to be with Beau would mean turning her back on everything she

ever believed in. But she couldn't turn her back on his kisses.

Not after longing for them for so long.

Thank you.

So what do you think?

Well... It's okay.

Okay? Just okay? I kind of need to be honest about this.

You should show it to some other people. I'm too close to it.

Who better yet to judge, please?

Well, it's just kind of derivative.

What do you mean?

Just what I said.

Derivative. Cliché.

Predictable. I know what the word means.

Now you're mad.

No,

you have the right to your opinion.

Now can we go out and eat?

No, I have to do rewrites now.

Now?

Artist work is never done.

I thought tonight was going to be a special night.

I'm not hungry.

I'm not talking about that I'm sorry but I have to get this done now I promise

I'll make it up to you

Yes, it is.

You know what that means?

Yeah, start to a new day, new challenges, new obstacles, and a new

ending to this chapter. The old one was not working.

That's all good, but I seem to recall you made me a little promise last night.

Freddie, I'm writing.

That's what you said last night when you made the promise.

Oh, come on, Freddie.

This is great.

You know how I get.

Yeah, I know.

Okay, what can I do to make it up to you?

Honor your promises.

All right.

Who's Bo?

Bo? Yes, Bo.

He's a character in my book.

You realize you just called out his name just now when we were having sex?

I did not.

Yes, you did, and right at a crucial moment.

Oh, my God, I am sorry. He must have been on my mind. Right then?

I'm sorry. You know how I get when I'm writing? I promise you it won't happen

again. This isn't working out, Deidre.

It hasn't been for a while.

I guess one of us needs to make a move, and since you're too busy writing,

that's someone's me.

You can't just pack up and go.

That's exactly what I can do.

Let's talk about the... We have talked about this, and it's always the same.

Your writing comes first.

I could live with that, but even when we are together, you're off someplace else.

Look, if you want to make love to your fantasy characters, don't let me stop

you. But I'm flesh and blood. I need something more than to fit into your

life between chapters.

You sound like a girl.

That's nice.

See you around.

Freddy, wait.

I don't want to be alone.

You're not alone.

You have your writing.

So here I was, alone again, naturally.

I should have seen this coming, but I guess Freddie was right. I was too self

-absorbed. But isn't that what a writer's supposed to be?

The minute he left, my survivor instinct kicked in.

I needed more money to pay his half of the rent.

The great American novel will have to wait.

Mr. Edwards, DJ Calloway. We spoke on the phone earlier about the research

assistant position that you had posted at the college.

Mr.

Edwards, is this a bad time?

Did we have an appointment set for this time?

Um, yes.

Well, then obviously it's the right time.

Oh, good.

You know, I just really want to get this out of the way. I think you're just the

best writer, and you're the reason why I started writing in the first place.

Do you know what the sound of silence is?

Silence?

Silence. Do you know what it sounds like?

Um, I don't know. I...

Guess it sounds like nothing.

Wrong answer.

I want a thousand-word essay on what silence sounds like.

I was here for the research assistant position.

Miss... Calloway.

Calloway.

Let's not beat around the bush.

You'll find that I prefer the direct approach to many situations.

I've read your manuscript.

You're desperate to be a writer.

I'm in need of a research assistant.

I am a brilliant writer.

You get paid to learn from the master. Lesson one,

the sound of silence.

So I have the job?

There's a list of library books that I need.

These are articles that I need copied at the library. I have an open account at

the library. Have them bill me for the copies that you're going to have made.

This is my laundry and this is my grocery list.

I presume you have no problem with the personal aspects of this job?

No, happy to help.

Well... Okay, yeah, I'll get right on that then.

Excuse me, Mr. Edwards, you said you read my manuscript?

Yes, I did.

Excuse me, Mr. Edwards, sir.

Yes? I was wondering what you thought of my novel.

I know it's the first draft and all, and it's a little rough around the edges.

I think that you should burn the manuscript and start over.

That is, of course, unless I can actually talk you out of becoming a

writer. Huh?

The direct approach, Miss Calloway, it stings a bit, but it's always the best

in the long run.

You have to give me more than that.

Glutton for punishment?

Good for you.

If you're going to write about passion, your writing's got to be passionate.

But I thought my characters' actions spoke for themselves.

Oh, they did.

You actually have to live passion before you can put it to pen and paper.

Want to make love?

Excuse me?

Facts. You ever have any?

Of course.

Did it curl your toes?

Better than the act itself to leave you indifferent.

What about the passion?

Belonging desires?

Do you ever feel any of that?

I, uh... Yeah, your muttering speaks volumes.

I like to start my days bright and early, Miss Calloway.

Day one meant pretty much sitting around his mansion and sharpening pencils.

Not very thrilling, but at least I was in the presence of greatness.

Maybe some of it will rub off on me.

I kept remembering what he said about my passion.

Maybe he was right.

New book, chapter one.

William?

Angel, what do I owe this surprise?

Well, I have a pretty hectic day ahead of me, and so I thought I'd come by for

a swim and some sun.

Well, you know you're always welcome.

Thank you. You know I hate tanning beds, and besides, there's nothing like the

real thing.

I agree.

So do you want to go for a swim with me? No, I hate the pool.

Why do you have it then?

To attract lovely beauties just like yourself.

Always the flatterer.

You know,

I don't have to go for a swim right now.

Well, I wouldn't want to put you out or anything.

Oh, good morning. Here are the books you requested from the library and the

articles you wanted copied.

I also took it upon myself to make additional copies of articles I thought

were similar in vein to the ones you wanted.

What have you done?

Your books that you wanted. I'm not talking about the books. I'm talking

about my desk.

Oh, I organized it, cleaned it out. Doesn't it look much better?

Where's my papers?

They're all right here in these color-organized files.

My desk is not to be touched by you or anyone else.

To understand, think of it as a crime scene.

Are you going to walk into a crime scene and put your greasy fingerprints all

over the place and your footprints?

No, you wouldn't.

But I thought that... You thought.

That's your first problem right there.

When you're my employee, I do the thinking.

I thought you were going to make me pancakes.

Oh, I have much bigger problems right now than pancakes. Look at this.

Fine, I'll just go on with it.

He never has anything to eat in his house.

I'm Angel, by the way. William has absolutely no manners.

Deidre. Oh, the new research assistant.

I've heard good things about you. Not from me.

Just ignore him. It's what I do.

I'm sorry I cleaned your desk.

Is that what he told Ben how to shave about?

Oh, God. Honestly, William?

I'm sorry it's my fault. I should have asked first.

You two cackling hens, please take your inane discourse somewhere else.

You know, when he gets like this, it's best just to stay out of his way.

I'm leaving, William.

Yes, yes.

Good luck, honey. You're going to need it.

Miss Calloway.

Where do you think you're going?

I thought...

Listen, I pay you a decent wage.

I expect a decent day's work.

But I thought, I was thinking, what do you want?

Here's a list.

If you have any questions, no one has a day to ask.

This looks like a grocery list.

Very good.

But I thought I'd be helping you with your new book.

You're still on probation.

Here I was, hoping to learn all I could from one of my heroes, and instead I was

picking up his dry cleaning and shopping for organic fruit.

I finished typing in the research notes.

Wide range of topics. It's going to be really interesting how you put them

together in a book.

Ms. Calloway? Yes, anything?

Ms.

Calloway, you're thinking again.

Here, I thought you might be thirsty.

Oh, sweet.

Have a seat. Thanks.

So, how's it going?

You know, I really admire his work. I mean, what writer wouldn't?

But I just don't feel we're connecting.

Believe me, you are. I mean, he wouldn't keep you around if you weren't.

Since I've known him, he's gone through 16 researches.

Really? I mean, do you have any hints on how I can get him to pay attention to me

more? I mean, you're his girlfriend and all. Oh, honey, the last thing I am is

his girlfriend.

I don't think you'd ever give a woman that title.

But you're here all the time.

Oh, William and I have this special arrangement. You see, I give him, I take

care of all of his needs, and he pays me constantly for it.

And as for this, I just really like the book.

So you're a... Working girl?

Yes. You don't look like one. I'm so sorry.

Relax. I don't bite.

I cost extra.

Oh,

Miss Calloway.

Catching some sun?

No, just chatting with Angel.

Oh. Would you grow, like, a salad? Maybe some grilled ahi?

No, I had a big breakfast.

Oh, honey.

He's setting you up.

Well, as much as I would like to sit out here and imagine what it's like to be

paid for doing actually nothing, I do have a concern. It's called a deadline.

Maybe you're familiar with that concept, Miss Galloway.

Sorry. I should go.

I have appointments, too, so... Are you mad at me?

Oh, honey, I wouldn't waste my anger on you.

Damn it.

I'm sorry, I was just resting my eyes.

I didn't even realize you were still here.

What's wrong?

Angel won't return my calls.

One word of advice.

Flowers.

Here's her address.

Spare no expense.

Pick out a sweet card.

Think simple. The poet. Poetic.

You want me to bring her flowers?

Yes. I'm working here. Please go.

All right, then.

Okay.

Oh, uh, I have no doubt that that was your idea.

He really jumped at the thought. But you know how he is when he's writing.

Mm-hmm. Don't defend him.

I know exactly what I'm getting with William.

Okay?

Yeah. Let me guess.

William's driving you crazy.

I just don't think it's going to work out. I feel like an outsider.

I just want to be recognized.

Oh, for God's sakes, girl. When are you going to wake up and realize that you

have all the power?

Huh?

Okay. Women run the world.

Men just think they do.

I know all that. I've heard that. But I'm sorry. I really shouldn't bother you

with this. No, no. It's really not that.

I just have a client due here in a minute.

Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't really go.

No, no, no.

It's not a problem.

Why don't you stick around? Oh, I can't.

Yes, you can.

I really don't want to get involved.

You don't have to get involved.

You can watch.

It would probably do your writing some good.

What would he say?

Does it really matter?

Come on, let's get you into the right outfit.

Very cute bedroom.

This is the kind I'll have you wear.

Very see-through.

This is the kind of stuff a working girl would wear. I like that.

That's very cute.

I can't believe I'm going to do this.

A little nervous.

Don't be.

Okay, just very nervous.

It's alright, alright.

No? All right, I'll let you have one thing.

Can you handle it?

I'm going to try.

All right.

Hey, okay, oh wow Okay,

well Is it okay you look beautiful, thank you

I thought you were a little jink, low on collars and VP of litigation.

Oh, so you got the promotion.

Yes. Good for you.

Yeah.

Unfortunately, it's going to be quick, Angel.

I'm stacked up all afternoon with mornings.

Okay. Well, we can go as slow or as fast as you like.

Fast, baby.

Real fast.

Okay.

Whoa. Who are you?

Angel, who is that?

She's a friend.

What is she doing here? You know I can't be seen.

Look, will you just relax?

She's a friend.

Okay? And that is all you need to know.

Okay, but what is she doing?

Watching.

Watching? Watching.

So, you still...

All right.

Did you like it?

Okay. Well, maybe next time, if you feel like it, you can join us. We'll see.

All right, then. Off you go.

Bye-bye.

You know the way out.

You are one cool member. Oh, my God. You don't know how much that is

not like me.

Ah, well, welcome to a...

Brave new world.

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed.

It was like I was floating above the room, feeling every moment, and yet just

a distant observer.

I was equal parts enthralled and guilty.

I need to work through this guilt.

Um, excuse me, can I help you?

No, thanks.

Hey, that's Mr. Edwards' private writing.

It's crap.

Most of his first drafts are.

Takes him at least three or four rounds to get up to speed.

How dare you?

Ask him yourself.

I don't even know who you are.

Try it. Good, you're back.

Wait till you see what I brought for you, Master.

Yeah.

Oh, these are perfect. They're perfect.

The other roads are marked.

Compare that with today's map, and you can see exactly how the landscape has

changed. Excellent.

So, I don't think we've been properly introduced.

I'm Troy, Mr. Edwards' research assistant.

And you are?

Deidre.

Oh, one of Angel's friends?

What are you, an old dog, you?

I'm Mr. Edwards' research assistant.

Oh, two-timing it. How are you, William?

Has there been some sort of mistake here?

Listen, I can have more than one assistant.

Speaking of which, take this envelope over to Angel.

Isn't she coming back?

Do you have an aversion to every request that I make?

No, sir.

Good.

Then go. Both of you, get out of here.

I'll be anyway, jet lag.

Catch you tomorrow, man.

Excuse me, Troy.

Yeah?

I didn't mean to step on any toes back there.

It's cool. It's just, it's taken me a while to get adjusted.

I know the feeling.

Just do me one favor, though.

Yeah, anything.

Stay out of my way.

I'm real close to being able to finish reading my book.

If he likes it, he promised to set me up with his publisher.

And I don't want anything to get in the way of that.

I'm a writer, too.

That's nice. I just... Try not to distract him any more than he is, and

we'll all get along.

Hey, what makes you think you're a better writer than me?

Look, I put in the time with that bastard, and I'm due.

And I'm not going to let some wannabe get in my way.

I'm just as good as you.

Oh, shit.

Here's a little tip.

The minute you stop lying to yourself, you just might make a happily decent

writer.

So now it looks like I have some competition for William's attention.

That's fine with me. Nothing like competition to sharpen my skills.

It's gone. It's all gone.

What's gone? The ending to my novel. Oh, great. You finished it.

Listen to me.

It's gone.

I don't understand.

As you're well aware, I always write the first draft longhand.

Yeah, you write it on a white notebook instead of yellow because it will hurt

your eyes and you usually keep it right.

Well, how can you find anything in this mess? How do you know it's really gone?

Oh, maybe because I've been looking for it for the past two hours. I'm sure it's

going to fetch a real nice price for the tabloids.

Who do we know that's not above turning that thing in for money?

Troy. Not Troy.

Angel.

She wouldn't steal from you. Who are you calling?

Let me speak to an officer in charge of burglary.

The police? You cannot call the police. What are you doing?

Before you go flying off the handle, why don't you let me talk to her?

Like she's going to tell the truth?

What has gotten into you?

Listen, last night we had a big argument, and it was mostly about the

way that I treat you. She stormed off in a hop, probably stopped by my desk on

the way out.

Just let me go talk to her, see if she knows anything.

Why? If I'm not going to do any damn good.

Sometimes you've got to take things into your own hands.

Just don't do anything until I get back.

Hello?

Yeah, I went by Angel's apartment today.

No, she wasn't there.

No, I didn't go inside. The door was locked.

Please don't call the cops until you find your missing chapters.

I promise I'll go back tomorrow.

Okay, fine.

Angel approached the bathroom slowly.

She didn't want this confrontation, but knew it had to happen.

We have to talk.

I'm taking a bath.

I don't want to play these games.

Who's playing games?

Oh, why do you do this to me?

They spent most of the afternoon entangled in each other's arms.

I am so sorry I'm late. I overslept.

And now you're interrupting my train of thought.

I would like to light the rug on fire.

Nice one.

Did he find his missing chapters yet? No. He's real pissy.

God, I feel like a teacher on the first day of kindergarten.

Sorry. Sorry.

I'm lost.

See you, Manani.

Derek should have an affair.

Maybe with an old flame.

Or someone from high school.

Go on.

It would shake him up.

Maybe it's someone he's always carried a torch for.

And runs into her at a bar or something.

Now all of his old feelings are turned up.

He's got to be with his first love before he can move forward with Felicia.

Oh, please.

A dissenting opinion.

Why is it that men like to justify adultery?

Saying that it's going to make their marriage stronger?

It's bullshit.

I mean, once a cheater, always a cheater.

Let's not sugarcoat this.

Really?

Miss Calloway has an opinion.

I mean, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

No, no, you're right.

Besides, it's too cliche if he's the one having the affair.

Now, if Felicia was the one having the dangerous liaison... With the pool boy.

No, the gardener.

No, her yoga instructor.

Why don't they go on a journey of self-discovery together?

Yeah, right. Like that's going to happen. What's wrong with that?

You don't know how William's mind works.

He likes stretching his characters to their breaking points.

Then brings them back together to rebuild the wreckage of their lives.

Isn't that right, William?

Sorry for having my own thoughts.

Here it is.

This is what brings them back together right here.

What? Now you're going to take her idea?

Exploration. It's all about exploration.

I called this woman before. She was more than happy to talk about her program.

Her name's Cassie.

Let's do a little exploration.

Bring back some research.

Unlock your desires with tantric sex.

Oh, now you're talking.

Good to get a good shower this morning.

Now I know why I never go shopping.

Too many choices.

Um, Mr. Edwards.

We're past that now. You can call me William.

Oh, wow, thanks. William.

Yes?

I'm not really sure what it is you want Troy and I to do with this whole tantric

sex thing.

Research, Miss Calloway. You go, you talk, you learn, you experience.

It's the whole experience part I'm not sure of.

A writer must live what they write.

in order for it to resonate.

Yeah, but if a man writes about a woman having a child, he can't live that.

No, but he better have spent some time in a maternity ward once in his life.

Now, you're giving me a headache.

Yeah, but... Go, kiss, go, go, go.

of you know anything about tantric sex?

Just the sex part.

Well, practitioners of tantric sex can trace their philosophy back to ancient

times. The basic principle is to delay the orgasm's pleasurable experience, to

heighten it beyond your wildest expectations.

And in doing so, you can prolong orgasms to last for hours.

Sign me up.

We must focus, concentrate.

The object is to bring your lover to the brink of pleasure and then pull back.

Excuse me, but we're not lovers.

But there's nothing but love in this room.

Oh, there must be some sort of mistake.

Well, first we must disrobe.

Whoa, no, no. Loathing gets in the way of achieving pleasure.

I'm game.

I did not sign up for this.

A writer lives, remember?

If you don't want experience, go wait in the car.

I'm sure William will appreciate my notes.

Oh, fine.

Gentle.

Calm.

Let all of your issues of frustration and anger dissolve with each article of

clothing that you take off.

Make

the

connection.

Let all the troubles of the world dissolve.

Now slowly approach and reach out for your lover without touching them.

Now, Deidre, show your lover where you'd like him to kiss you.

And then...

Okay,

now it's my turn.

Oh.

He touched her like no man ever has. What was this power he possessed?

Before she could answer, another wave of ecstasy washed over her body.

She melted into the embrace and for the first time in her life was willing to

surrender completely to a man, a lover, a stranger.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's okay.

Where are you going?

He's on the warpath. I'm getting out of the striking zone.

Oh, we need to talk.

Can't it wait?

About what happened yesterday in the tantric session?

Pretty amazing, huh?

Yeah, it was great, but I think we need to keep things professional and not let

it influence what happens here.

Okay. But I really appreciated it. It's okay, no problem.

It was just one of those things.

How about a tie for lunch?

You heard from her?

Who?

Angel.

Why would she call me?

Yeah, why would she call you?

Well, she hasn't called me either, and she missed an appointment with me, and

that's not like her to miss an appointment.

Well, maybe she's still mad at you.

Going back to my theory that she stole that missing chapter.

Oh, come on. You know she wouldn't do that.

I want you to give her this for me. What is it?

It's a letter.

Would you like to read my personal correspondence as well?

No, sorry.

Keep going.

Angel?

Angel?

Angel?

Angel?

Oh, my God.

God?

Yeah,

I think there's been a murder.

11 Rosewood Avenue.

Can you please send somebody in hurry?

Excuse me, who are you?

I was just about to ask you the same.

Where's Edward?

Wow, you're stealing all my questions.

Look, uh... Detective Mickey Jensen.

And you are?

Oh, I'm Miss Calloway. I'm Mr. Edward's research assistant.

Well, it looks like your boss took a powder.

Excuse me?

He's flown the coop?

Split?

He's not here?

No, Mr. Edwards had a full morning of meetings.

Yeah. Well, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to him about.

Apparently an associate of his, one Angel Dupre, was found strangled.

You saw her? I mean, she was?

Yeah. And Edwards' prints were all over her place.

Not to mention a scheduled appointment he had with her earlier this morning.

No, that's not right. I was with Mr. Edwards all morning.

What time was that?

Around 8 o'clock.

For how long?

I'm not sure.

And then what?

Then I had to go run some errands.

What time was that?

I don't know. I don't wear a watch.

Well, you should.

I'd like to talk to the man of the manor.

When Mr. Edwards gets back, I'm sure he'll be willing to talk to you. I'll

have him give you a call.

You do that.

Here's my card.

And detective, next time you enter somebody's house uninvited, make sure

you have a search warrant.

Oh, believe me.

I will.

So,

how did this extended foreplay thing go again?

You know, sometimes it's just better to cut to the chase.

A woman after my own heart.

um

Oh.

I've been outside knocking on the door and ringing the bell for ten minutes.

Right. I was kind of distracted.

Look, we need to talk.

That's all you want to do is talk, talk, talk.

This is important. Quit screwing around.

Speaking of which,

you remember our instructor?

Hello.

Hi.

You coming back?

In a sec, love.

You're welcome to join us, Deidre.

Oh, I'll take a rain check on that one.

Well, treat yourself.

What the hell are you doing?

Research. You're a real piece of work.

Look, if you're going to bust my balls, can you do it later?

Well, before I let you get back to your precious research, I thought you'd like

to know that Angel's dead and the cops suspect William of killing her.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

Angel is dead.

Yeah, and I saw the body.

Oh, my God.

Where's William?

He's missing. That's why the cops suspect him.

What did you tell them?

Well, I told them he'd call when he got back. I lied for him. Do you really

think William killed her?

Slow down. Slow down.

Well, I saw this guy coming out of her apartment the other day. Do you think

William hired him to kill her?

I said slow down.

One thing at a time.

You're right. I'm just jumping to wild conclusions, but we have to go

investigate this.

That's the cop's job.

We're researchers.

We can do this. We have to do it for William and for Angel's sake.

We need to break in her house and go look for clues.

Who are you, Nancy Drew?

Are you going to help me or not?

Let me get dressed. Well, hurry up, okay?

We need to find out what's going on. I still say this is a bad idea.

We don't even know what we're looking for.

Wait, hold up, hold up.

Hold on.

Just for once, let's not go barging in.

What are you so afraid of?

Fine. Knock yourself out.

What the hell?

I don't think we're going to see much in here.

Everything is gone.

Brilliant observation.

I can't believe this. I was just here.

Looks like the perfect cover-up to me.

Well, it can't collect evidence if there is none.

This isn't right.

Dead end.

I said we go back to the mansion and wait for William to turn up.

Oh, wait.

I know one of Angel's clients.

Clients? Yeah, she's a working girl.

Are you kidding me?

You didn't know that?

Absolutely not.

Not all makes sense.

What? Why she never spent the night.

Probably too expensive.

Knock it off.

How did you find out?

We talked. Research, remember?

What's it about a client?

Bryce, somebody who's a lawyer downtown at a firm.

How do you know that?

Well, that's not important.

But maybe he knows something.

What can he know?

I don't know. He was involved with her.

I mean, the person that hooked him up, I don't know. There's got to be something

there.

Now you're stretching it.

But it's all I have to go on.

Well, let's go see him then.

Actually, I think I should see him by myself.

I'll drop you back off at the mansion.

All right. Suit yourself.

There's nobody outside. I thought I'd just hop in.

Who are you?

Oh, you forgot?

That makes me so sad.

Anne, I'm going to have to call you right back.

Right.

I'm sorry, I don't... I'm Angel's friend.

Oh, right, of course you are.

You were in the room the other day.

I didn't get your name. It's Deidre.

Deidre.

Right. That's so interesting.

Yes, it is. Just fascinating.

So, Deidre, what are you doing here?

Well, Angel's kind of took off and she owes me some money, so I was wondering

if... I get it.

You're trying to put the squeeze on me.

I don't appreciate that one bit.

I should call security.

Oh, you don't want to do that.

Oh, no?

No, because if you do, you're going to have to tell them where you know me

from. And we don't want that, now do we?

Fine.

How much do you want?

Oh, I don't want money. I want information.

Where can I find Angel?

How would I know?

Well, how did you get a hold of her?

Look.

If I'm going to give you something you want, how about you return the favor?

Like what?

I don't know.

Maybe you could show me some of your attributes.

That'd be damn good information.

It is.

Yeah.

Boom.

Ugh.

So, what do you know? How did you meet Angel?

Well, I met her manager one night at a bar downtown, and she was with him that

night.

And he kind of set up our little arrangement.

Got a name?

Just Charlie.

But I do have his pager number.

Well, what does he look like?

Big guy, 62, dark hair, scruffy.

The same guy outside of her apartment.

What? Nothing.

Wait, since Angel's out of town, maybe you and I can work out some sort of

arrangement. I'm sorry, but I don't do charity work.

You're not going to believe what happened to me today.

Uh, Deidre? I know who the pimp is. Uh, Deidre?

It's just about a pimp.

What are you doing here?

I was with the questions.

You ever thought about becoming a cop yourself?

He's here for some follow-up questions.

So I take it there's still no word from your boss?

I'm not surprised. Usually when he runs off on one of his tangents, we don't see

him for days.

Sometimes weeks.

You know, he's the creative type.

Wouldn't know about that.

I don't get a chance to read much.

Beyond the wanted posters we have hanging in the squad room.

No surprise there.

So... This pimp you were talking about.

Pimp? Yeah. You came in here mentioning something about a pimp.

Oh, yeah, a pimp. A song about pimps. A rap thing.

A new character in William's book is a rapper.

Is that right?

Yeah, I never ask why. I just do the research.

Gotcha. Well, you'll call when the boss checks in.

Absolutely.

I'll let myself out.

Why didn't you tell me he was here?

Because you wouldn't shut up long enough.

Oh, God.

What happened?

Any word from William yet? Not a call, not an email, nothing.

What about his favorite hotel?

I checked.

They haven't seen him.

I'm really starting to get worried.

What happened with Angel's John?

Well, I found out who her pimp was, this guy Charlie. I've got his number.

Good work.

Maybe you should be a detective.

But get this.

I got a description of him from Bryce, and it sounds like the same guy that

walked out of her apartment.

So you think he might be the killer?

I need to see if he's the same guy first.

And if it is, then I think he might be the real killer.

Whoa. Where are you going?

I'm going to go call him.

What are you going to tell him?

Well, I'm going to tell him that I have information about Angel's murder, and if

he wants it, he's going to have to meet me.

And then I can record him.

Hold up. This is getting way out of hand.

What if he knows where William is?

Or what if he's done something to him?

Then we should call the police.

The police already think William's guilty. They're not going to help.

It's up to us.

You're crazy.

Yeah, crazy with the plan. What do you got?

Fine. Call them.

Set up a meeting, but I'll be right in the next room.

Night in shining armor.

Hello?

Charlie? Yeah. Thanks for meeting with me.

No problem.

You piqued my interest.

I've been leaving messages for Angel, but she hasn't returned my calls.

Give me a break. You know she's dead.

I mean, look around. Where's all her stuff?

Maybe she moved.

She's known to do that.

I know what you did.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

You tell me.

You're the one that called me and said you had the 411 on Angel.

So? So, it sounds like you got nothing.

I saw you leaving her apartment.

Wasn't me.

You killed her.

You need to watch what you say.

You shouldn't be going around throwing accusations without any proof.

Hey!

Hey, you little bitch, aren't you?

What are you going to do?

Choke me like you choked Angel?

Hold her right there.

Who's this, your boyfriend?

Let her go.

Look, I don't know what kind of games you two are up to.

Just let her go.

Hey, man, I don't want any problems.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Okay. You can take home.

Thanks.

You sure you're all right?

Yeah, I just feel stupid.

You were right.

I love hearing you say that.

No, seriously.

Things just got way out of hand.

Tomorrow I'm going to call Jensen and tell him everything.

Good girl.

Who knew you had it in you to be so sweet?

I'm just full of surprises.

Get some sleep.

I don't want to be alone tonight.

Okay, fine. I'll...

I'll go crash on the sofa.

Look, do you want me to beg for it?

Well, that would be nice.

Stay here.

You sure?

Shut up and kiss me.

Thank you.

This changes things between us.

Or do you just want it to be one of those things?

What do you want?

Well, I desperately want to feel something real.

I'm tired of living my life through my writing.

The ironic thing is, is my writing is dull.

It's not that bad.

You read it?

Just a few pages.

You've got talent.

You just need to find your voice.

William's got the right idea.

A writer needs to live their life.

And have you been?

The last 72 hours has been a roller coaster.

And now here we are.

Where's your head in all this?

I always keep my distance. I thought that's what you wanted.

That's what I thought you wanted.

The games people play.

Of course, this doesn't change anything with William.

When he comes back, he'll still like me better.

Very funny.

Don't worry.

I'm handling the situation.

No, she doesn't suspect a thing.

I've got her eating out of my hand.

You'll get the chapters when I get the money.

Don't worry about Edwards.

I have a feeling he's going to be going into seclusion for a while.

Should drive the price up of his new novel whenever I write it.

I gotta go.

Okay.

Deidre! There you are.

Where you going?

Um, I just realized I forgot something.

What? Um, I can't remember.

Come into the study.

I should... Come on.

Just a sec.

What are you doing?

New security code. Want to keep out the unwanted visitors.

Am I gonna get the new security code?

Sure. So, do you think we should call the police like we talked about?

Maybe we should wait.

Okay, so then you've heard from William?

No.

Troy, what is going on?

What do you mean?

I'm sorry, but I overheard you on the phone.

Sounds like you know more than you're letting on.

Deidre, sweetheart, you've got to learn not to be so curious.

Things have been in motion.

Where's William?

Did you kill him?

Now, let's not make any crazy accusations.

You did. You're going to use his name to get further in life.

William's been out of step for some time now.

He never really listened to any of my ideas.

on how to reach out to today's readers.

So I'm going to help them out, whether he likes it or not.

Troy, don't do this.

It's already done.

See, I can write a novel.

Then you can write a novel.

Just think of the joke we'll get on the publishing world when we put William's

name on our work.

They'll eat it up.

This can benefit both of us.

But if you have a problem... You know, maybe you're right.

It's not like I wouldn't want to benefit.

Plus all the abuse we've taken.

Exactly.

What a hell of a team we make.

Now we're on the same page.

Oh my

God,

William, you're alive?

How else am I supposed to know? Where have you been? Angel's dead and Troy's

trying to... You think Troy is what?

Trying to steal your name.

Troy? Yeah.

Wouldn't go for it.

Kick me in the nuts.

Deidre, I'm surprised.

I thought for sure that your ambition was going to get the best of you.

What's going on here?

Stay back.

Don't get hysterical.

I'm getting out of here. Neither of you is going to stop me.

You're supposed to be dead.

Uh, he, William, made me do it.

He's got a pretty wicked sense of humor.

What the hell is going on?

A little gift from me to you.

What? I told you that a writer must live.

Look what I've given you in the past 48 hours.

Death, fear, intrigue, panic, sexual awakening.

Actually, that wasn't really part of the plan, but I'm grateful.

I can't believe this, you bastard.

Good. Anger.

Rage.

Excellent.

You could thank me later.

Oh, so this was all a setup?

Her death?

Charlie?

Bryce? Well, we didn't think you'd go that far.

Bryce is actually my attorney.

Introduced me to Angel.

As far as Charlie the killer pimp, the hard-nosed detective, both actors.

Easy to come by in this town.

But... First time you went over there, Charlie locked the door behind himself.

Talk about a bad ad lib.

Yeah, but we got the story back on track.

Now, let's talk about what's really important, shall we? My new novel.

Hold on. You cannot play with people's minds and manipulate them. We're not

your puppets.

Still so thick she doesn't see how I opened her up.

You've got talent, Miss Calloway. The best thing that you can do for yourself

is stay out of your own way.

Right with your heart.

Not with your head.

Now.

I'm starving. Who wants lunch?

Let her be.

Hey.

Don't even talk to me.

I'm sorry you're upset.

Oh, really? Or is this just one of your little acts?

Look, what happened last night was a surprise.

I'm glad it did.

Can we hold on to that?

We could.

Or I could call the real cops and have you arrested for rape.

What?

Your word against mine.

Maybe you should try experiencing the real life.

Desperation.

Incarceration. A little scandal like that would ruin.

your writing career. You wouldn't.

Wouldn't I?

Deidre, please. I didn't mean it.

I thought it'd be fun and help you.

Please. What can I do to make it up to you?

What is this?

Oh, my God. The look on your face was just priceless.

Oh. You little wench.

You're not mad.

No, I'm pissed, but I'll save it for my writing.

So, did you really mean about what you said about us being together?

I'd love to give it a go.

But no promises.

Let's just see where we can take this.

All right, deal.