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Catherine, this just came in from ops.

Somehow Cushing and Leland are on it, and they've requested our presence.

Leland and fucking Cushing.

I guess they were first up.

That call should have come to us.

Whoever took it, I guess didn't think it sounded like a match.

Oh, shit.

Hi, Wendell.

Cold enough for you?

Yeah, I'm feeling it.

Well, they're through there.

Make sure you fold that for me, will you?

Hey, Catherine, John, want to take a look?

What do we got?

Dorothy Ann Samenov, an executive at Transitel.

It's a computer software firm.

38 years old, according to her driver's license.

She live alone?

-Yeah. -Who found her?

Patrolman found her, Van Meter.

Came here with a friend of the victim's, Vicky Kittree.

Right.

Last Friday, Samenov and Kittree went for a drink after work.

Dorothy here left the bar at about 6.30 PM.

That was the last time anyone saw her.

She didn't show up for work or anywhere else.

Kittree got worried.

So, what do you think?

Is this the same boy, huh?

What's been touched here?

Just the carpet under our shoes and not very damn much of that.

So, uh, what do you think, John?

I think she's going to her grave wide awake.

Is this the same as the Maywood Hotel or what?

Yeah, but she's been knocked around a little more.

With the eyes open like this?

No.

The other tied down?

Same marks, same as her wrists.

No evidence of a struggle.

Maybe she was into it.

Not this much.

Her eyes aren't open.

Shit.

What?

Her eyelids have been cut off.

Okay.

We'll take it from here.

No way.

We caught the first vic.

Yeah, and this is our catch.

I want to know what's in it for you, Kushner.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, we don't really want the media in on

this, so I don't understand why you're interested.

Oh, really?

Well, you're the one who wants to be in People magazine, Catherine.

25 Most Intriguing People.

Don and me, we just caught the call.

Thanks, Chief.

I don't think you ever found out what it was.

Miss Kitchrey, how do you do?

My name is Detective Palmer.

I'll be investigating the case.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Okay.

I'm gonna put this on. Is that okay with you?

So, um, Friday night, you met for drinks?

At 10 Year Ali's.

Just you and Dorothy

Some of the other girls from work You meet there often

Two or three times a week, it's on the way home.

You meet men there?

Not really.

Well, you do or you don't.

No.

We just go there to unwind after work.

Vicki.

You found Dorothy.

So what she looks like?

Yes.

Vicki, is there anything you can tell us about Dorothy's

private life that might make any sense out of what you saw?

Does it look like it makes any sense?

On Thursday, October 11, Sandra Moser

kisses her husband and two sons goodnight.

She tells the maid she'll be back in a couple of

hours, because Thursday night is her yoga night.

She was found murdered at the Maywood Hotel the

next morning in a suite she rented with some fake ID.

On Friday, October 24, Dorothy Ann Samenov meets a

few friends for drinks at a place called Signorelli's.

She leaves at 6.30, saying she's tired.

She was murdered in her house later that night.

You've got a rich housewife and a high-powered

company executive, different lifestyles, different friends.

You've got nothing that connects them yet.

Nothing matches.

We've got geography, lived about a mile apart, same social background.

This is all low-risk stuff.

We got any trace evidence?

Bodies were washed.

No semen, no saliva, no prints.

You checked, did you?

All right, the four of you are the task force now.

Get busy on this.

Free association time.

One time when I was a child I was staying

at my aunt and uncle's house for the summer.

It was in the middle of the afternoon and I went

into my aunt's seal's room to get a sewing basket.

I thought there was no one there.

And when I walked in...

There was a man standing there.

And, I mean, I didn't know who it was.

And my Aunt Ceil was lying naked on the bed.

She didn't see me.

And then very slowly, he raised his

fingers to his lips, telling me to be quiet.

And I, um...

I backed out of the room and left.

My husband is fucking a woman who has practically no breasts at all.

I've hired an investigator.

He's taking pictures.

And why did you do that?

I'm keeping a file, or rather, my lawyer is.

Why didn't you offer me a drink?

Because I really didn't think you should have one.

Dumb.

What if I stopped seeing you?

Would you miss me?

Yes, of course I'd miss you.

You're the only person I can relax with in this way.

Really?

You're not fucking any of your other patients?

I'm Benedictine.

No.

What's your name?

want to

Goodbye

So, you're a cop.

Yeah.

You like that?

What do you work, Vice?

Homicide.

That's a little weird, isn't it?

I mean, you being a woman and all.

What do you do?

Mechanic.

I fix things.

Say you got an old lady.

She comes into the shop, and she's driving a 72 Chevy.

She's hearing a little ticking noise.

Turns out she's got a busted transmission.

Gonna cost her 2,000 bucks.

Only thing is, she doesn't have any money.

What are you gonna do?

I don't fucking care.

You're looking at someone's mother, pal.

And all you see is an old lady with

a busted up car and not enough cash.

All I ever see, people's dead mothers.

That's a name on a file.

A guy in a dumpster, a girl in a landfill.

A little dead boy in a park.

Can you fix that?

I had a dream last night.

You've had this dream before?

Yes.

Please tell me about it.

I'm lying in bed at night and

This thought comes into my head that my insides

are slowly detaching themselves from one another.

Stretching, the little gummy strings of me

getting thinner and thinner about to snap.

My mother is a very beautiful woman.

Even now.

She discovered all the wealth of the Borgias on one

prematurely balling executive and she was not about to let it slip away.

Even after they got married, she told me I had to thank

him anytime he did anything for her so she'd punish me.

So I did.

Whether it was for a gift he bought me, or a glass of

milk he poured, or when he put gas in the car, I thanked him.

One day, he picked me up from school.

He told me there was no need for me to be constantly grateful.

My stepfather talked to me as though I were a whole person.

He won me over.

I grew to love him.

Eventually, the memory of my real father

faded away, and those dreams I

used to have ended.

You've heard a lot of stories here.

Yes.

Do you like hearing them?

It's not a matter of liking, Mary.

I use them to help people.

And, uh, where did you say you and Dorothy met?

In Austin.

Is that where you're from?

No.

You said that Dorothy got you your job here.

Yes.

After we met, she invited me to come here.

And you moved in together?

For a while.

So in the time that you were living together, you don't remember

a single relationship that she might have had of any significance?

Come on, Vicki, there must have been someone in her life.

There was one guy she was seeing.

There we go.

He was married, so it was discreet.

And his name?

Gil Reynolds. He's a senior executive at, uh, Westgate.

The relationship lasted the better part of a year.

We had no contact after it ended, and that was six months ago.

Relationship was during your marriage?

You ruined my marriage.

Rather, I ruined it.

I noticed you still wear your wedding ring.

Yes, I do.

You live alone, Mr. Reynolds?

Yes, I do.

Can you tell me where you were last Friday evening?

Sure.

I already checked my calendar.

I was here in the office until seven.

Then I went to Chase's and had dinner

alone, which I prefer to eating alone at home.

They'll have a record at the restaurant.

Then I went to a movie and...

I'm afraid I only have myself as an alibi was S&M between you and

Dorothy routine or just an occasional thing Now that's to the point

Actually, it was neither you knew about her preference for it Only at the end.

How'd you find out?

She told me What'd you say?

Well, not that much.

I mean, I didn't really want to know

We found these in her apartment.

You wouldn't happen to be the man in the leather mask, would you?

God, no.

Do you have any idea who might be?

I'm sorry I can't help you.

Poor Dorothy, she really was a lost soul, wasn't she?

This is Palmer.

Hey, Carmen, thanks for calling back.

Listen, I was wondering if you knew of any

places that were operating in town at the moment.

What, you think you could set me up with a

dom for a talk tonight, just off the record?

Most people that come in here are into the BD and the fetish side.

A lot fewer into the role playing,

although that's what releases the endorphins.

Get your high.

Hey, I call this the unthreatening room.

There's another one, the heavy room, which is a little bit more menacing.

And what's your area of expertise, Terry?

Japanese silk ropes and the finer psychological

aspects of the relationship between the players.

I can tie you up so you can't twitch your ass cheeks.

Of course, it's time-consuming.

It'll cost you a couple grand.

Mostly the businessmen like that.

That's her husband.

Brought a friend.

It's all pretty harmless.

And as you know, there's no sexual intercourse allowed on the premises.

The alternate safe sex.

I'd like you to have a look at these

Yeah, she came here once.

What about the man?

Do you remember him?

No, because she didn't come with a man.

She came with her girlfriend.

Dorothy brought a woman here?

I have a security camera over the front door.

It takes a still every time the doorbell rings and loads it onto my computer.

There we go.

Can you give me a printout?

Hello?

It's Detective Palmer.

I wonder if I could come in and talk to you for a moment.

Sure.

Come on in.

It's Detective Palmer.

What is it?

It's the view from Terry Ross's front door.

It means that I know you and Dorothy were

lovers, and partial to a little rough sex.

A small oversight you made during our last conversation.

Who and how I fuck are my business?

No, no.

No, it isn't.

Not when they end up dead, Vicki.

Dorothy wasn't the first one.

I know.

Sandra was.

You knew Sandra Moser?

Yes.

Did Dorothy know Sandra Moser?

Yes.

And you would like me to believe that this is just some big coincidence.

The three of you knew each other and you're the only one that's left alive.

It's not just me.

What does that mean?

Who else?

There's a group of women.

Who like to get together without men?

And Dorothy and Sandra were part of this group?

Yes.

Yes.

Did Dorothy and Sondra Moser have a relationship, Vicki?

Yes.

I had a thing together back in the past.

Okay, how many women are we talking about here?

Some of these women are prominent.

But their husbands are.

I don't care.

So what?

So we don't use our real names with each other.

Vicki, doesn't this scare you?

I mean, doesn't this scare you just a little bit?

I make a lot of money every year.

This is my home.

There used to be a shitty little hole in the ground, and I know.

I'm not going back there because of who I like to sleep with.

That scares me.

Let's go

Who were the men involved with Dorothy in this kind of sex?

I don't know.

It was something she asked me to do, I...

Look at the fucking pictures, Vicki.

I'm telling you, there weren't any men.

Then who the fuck is that?

When we did it, it was just the two of us.

Is that it?

No.

We found some unidentified hairs on Dorothy's bed.

And since you and Dorothy were lovers, we need to

take a sample to find out which of them are yours.

So what do you want me to do?

I need a sample from your head and from your pubic area.

Come.

You can go into the bathroom and do that.

I don't care.

Let's just do it here.

Do you have this in a size 6?

It's a beautiful necklace.

Oh, thank you a present excuse me the

necklace was it a present Yes

But not the coat.

You bought that yourself.

Right.

From Common to Pratt's on Swift Street.

I'm a clothes junkie.

Hi, Mariska.

Bernadine.

-Hi. -Hi. -Here you go.

Great, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

If my stepfather had asked me to drink poison, I would have done it.

He meant that much to me.

He became my best friend.

We swam together in our pool, played games.

He loved me.

He told me so.

At the same time, my mother seemed to relinquish any attachment to me.

My relationship with my stepfather seemed to

free her to simply pay attention to herself.

I wanted to tell my stepfather that I loved him, too.

I didn't want him to drift away from

mother.

One afternoon, I went shopping.

I bought my first two-piece swimsuit.

It was aquamarine.

In the summer we would swim at night.

I like that because the light under the water seemed very exotic.

And then suddenly he shivered and held me tighter.

I thought I'd tried to get away.

But he just laughed and shoved me, pretending to be playing again.

I swam towards the side of the pool.

I looked at my mother.

She hadn't seen anything.

Palmer, call in-1-1.

This is Palmer.

Hello?

I feel bad about today.

Who is this?

It's Vicki.

Kittree.

What do you feel bad about, Vicki?

About lying.

I know it was wrong I just

The truth isn't going to bring Dorothy back, is it?

No, it isn't.

There's going to be a party tonight.

Some of those women you were asking about are going to be there.

I could take you if you want.

Is your date?

Why don't you give me the address?

I'll meet you there.

Get him out of there!

PICTURE

Hey, we're great, right?

I'm glad you made it.

Want something to drink?

Sure, that'd be nice.

Burden of iniquity.

So some of these women have stopped by after

an evening out with their husbands or families.

Others have just come for a night out.

So I get the ones with the husbands, but you and Dorothy, I don't know.

Why all the secrecy there?

Dorothy thought it would hurt her career.

Or at least put the brakes on it.

She was probably right.

How many detectives are there where you work?

Seventy-eight.

How many women?

All right.

So, what do you do when you call it a night?

What, do you go to a bar with all the guys?

Listen to all that testosterone?

I like testosterone.

It gets things done.

And I don't have to lie about where I am at night.

So your husband doesn't mind?

I'm not married.

Divorced?

No.

I thought all cops were married or divorced.

Is that what you thought?

Who's that woman over there?

Helena, our hostess.

She keeps looking over here.

She's just jealous.

Come on.

Hey, how are you?

Good to see you.

Nice to see you.

I've got to go.

Really?

Yeah, thanks for a lovely evening.

It's very enlightening.

No, you stay.

Stay.

Like this.

Leland spent the day over at Terry Ross's, going through

every still on her computer of whoever went through her front door.

I guess it was a regular.

She's been in between the sheets with both Vicks.

And she lied about it?

I say we pull her in right now.

Can't do that.

Why not? Because I just come from spending the evening with Vicky

and about 35 other women, some of whom might be married to our bosses.

What, is this some kind of sisterhood thing here?

Yes, damn it.

There are thousands of us in every neighborhood.

I don't know, Cushing.

Why do you ask?

I just never heard of something like this group before.

Oh, like you'd be the first to know.

Oh.

Well, this whole thing's a surprise to you, isn't it?

I don't think it's the key.

So what is?

pain, and people who don't like their sex without it.

I think that's the door that lets men into this group.

I say we tail Vicky, see where it leads us.

It's me.

What do you want?

Fillmore Hotel.

Fuck you.

You owe me, Vicki.

For what?

The secrets of your sad life.

They found out anyway.

Not through me.

Vicki?

Yes?

What are they looking for?

A man in a leather mask.

Room 325.

The stuff's there.

She's in 325 alone.

What about 2327?

Empty.

I'm gonna go set up an eye.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Go see if Reynolds is around the back.

Gil Reynolds was a Marine sniper in

Vietnam, February 1969 to July 71.

He did three tours.

He requested a fourth, but they turned him down.

A fucking sniper?

How eerie is that shit?

He's discharged September 71 with 91 confirmed kills.

We got any psychological analysis in his medical records?

-No. -Core protects its own.

So what else we got?

His ex-wife, Denise.

She left him after she found out he was having an affair with Dorothy Saminoff.

Uh-oh.

Two months before she left him, she was admitted

into the emergency room at Baylor Medical Center.

Severely battered, claimed she was mugged.

Now she's missing, and we can't find her.

Missing person checked her apartment.

Suitcase gone, a lot of clothes, too, along with the car.

Is this business or pleasure?

What makes you think it'd be pleasure?

Well, you said you wanted to meet for a drink.

No, I said I wanted to talk.

I could have called you down to the station house, but, uh, I don't have a DJ.

Tom Collins, please.

I saw you with gil reynolds I followed you to the

Fillmore hotel I watched you do your little dance of death for him

Gil does miss his old army days.

You gotta stop lying to me, Vicki.

It's not healthy.

Come on.

Please.

Gil told me a story about when he was in the army.

He wasn't very popular with the other guys.

One night they tied him to a chair and Gil got a boner.

That's how he discovered he had a little thing for bondage.

He's pathetic.

and the challenge begins.

Here we go.

oh

Let me ask you a question, Vicky.

Why does a beautiful girl like you need to make believe

that a creep like Gil Reynolds puts a bullet between her eyes?

It's his sick game.

You're playing it with him.

Not mine.

You're playing it with him.

Why?

What is it?

If there's a worm inside me, men tend to bring it out.

But not women.

It's a magic place.

Hi.

Hi.

Let's go somewhere else.

It's Friday night.

Everywhere's gonna be packed.

Why don't we just go to your place?

We'll be screaming at each other all night.

She just snatched us!

Let's pretend I've come here for psychotherapy.

All right

You know that story I told you about my aunt?

Yes.

Well,

it wasn't quite true what I said.

The truth is, when I walked

into my aunt's bedroom...

I didn't find her with a strange man.

I found her with a woman.

Why do you think you told me it was a man?

Because at the last minute, I, um, I couldn't go through with it.

With what?

Well, it was part of a plan, and the story was an introduction.

An introduction to what?

To my story.

She's younger than I am.

And...

I had no idea.

What I was getting into,

what I was missing.

I had no idea that I could feel such things.

I mean.

Things I've never felt with a man.

You've been coming here for five years.

Why have you never mentioned this before?

You know, I've come here within an hour of having been with her.

I've had you both within an hour.

And, you know, I've never understood what it

was that men wanted from sex,

because it was never what I wanted.

I've always been left with the feeling of...

Oh well, not quite this time.

So, who is the woman at the bar tonight?

Why? Well, the way you looked at her, she could have been an old flame.

She was.

My husband's.

I thought you said you weren't married.

I'm not.

He's dead.

It didn't have anything to do with that, did you?

A drunk and a Buick beat me to it.

Did you cheat on your husband?

No.

Because those are the rules.

He did.

Well, they're my rules.

Why'd you get married?

I don't know.

Why does anybody do anything?

Why did you choose Dorothy?

Because I needed love.

Not fucking.

I thought you knew the difference.

How'd you get swept off your feet?

I got fucked right from the beginning.

By the time the case was over, he convinced me that the defendant was innocent.

And I called her the asshole.

The asshole got off.

I got nailed.

Well, I wasn't exactly faithful to Dorothy.

That's about the one thing we have found out in this investigation.

Do you know what I think sex is?

What?

A thrill.

It's like putting your head in the mouth of the

only lion in the cage that's totally unpredictable.

Aren't you just a little bit curious?

What do you want to do, take me to one of your dungeons?

You'd be amazed at the use we can get out of simple kitchen utensils.

Catherine.

What's your fantasy?

Do you want a guy with a reason to ease you into it?

I want the bad guy.

You want him, Amy?

I'll whisper it to you.

Catherine...

I like you.

Sorry.

Is that all it takes?

I picked up a woman once because she was wearing a beautiful necklace.

With gold serpents and green stars.

Bye.

I stopped.

This can't happen.

Why'd you ask me here?

To talk.

About what?

What?

What is it you want to talk about?

I already told you.

You want to know who I think killed Dorothy and Sandra?

Or you want to know what it was like to fuck them?

I want to know what you're hiding.

I come from a home environment where the term

family love meant something a little different.

I left my little sister behind to take my place.

Can you picture that?

Can you?

This is Palmer.

Where?

Okay, yeah, I'll meet you at the off-ramp on Clark.

Hey, John, what happened with Reynolds?

Palmer and Burleigh?

What do you got?

Follow me.

That's the husband.

He's talking to the Rockwater police, Chunny.

They got here first?

It's their case, unless you say snap.

Snap.

What happened?

Husband came home from a trip, San Francisco.

Got here a little after 3.

Said they sleep in separate bedrooms.

Said they've always done that since they've

been married, which is only a couple of years.

Bedrooms are located on the opposite ends of this hallway.

His, hers.

Said he always checks on her, no matter how

late it is, when he comes in from an-of-town trip.

Like it's the same woman over and over again.

I'll tell you something.

I've never seen anything like this.

Who is she?

Bernadine Mellon.

Doesn't anybody still get off on just good, old, normal sex anymore?

Missionary position, and you watch TV afterwards.

Bye.

I picked up a woman once because she was wearing a

beautiful necklace with gold serpents and green stones.

John, when did they call time of death?

Between midnight, 2.30 a.m.

Why were you hiding this under your bed?

It was just under the bed.

There's a difference.

Souvenirs.

We saw your little-to-death routine with Vicki Kitry.

Is that why I'm here?

You want to maybe run it by us, though, this dance thing?

Well, my side of the story is fairly obvious, don't you think?

Oh, Vicky was apparently a family mattress for

her father, brother, various uncles and cousins.

I mean, that's what Dorothy said.

Here's that address.

Believers in psychobabble would have a field day with that, I'm sure.

Hello?

Bye. Bye. Bye.

Woo!

Oh boy.

Down, boy.

Down.

Down.

Down.

I'm a police officer.

Your door was unlocked.

I came by to speak to you.

Don't you people believe in calling first?

Sorry, are you with a patient now?

Yes, I am.

What is it you want to talk to me about?

A patient of yours has been murdered.

Bernadine Mello.

Give me a few minutes.

Wait here.

Her husband said she'd been seeing you throughout their marriage.

Yes.

How long was she a patient of yours?

A little over five years.

What brought her to you initially?

Chronic depression, the abuse of alcohol.

She wasn't one of my more successful patients.

Was she a bisexual doctor?

Yes, although I only found this out recently.

It was latent that she met a woman and that she was having an affair.

Did she say who she was?

No, only that she was younger.

Did she ever mention a Vicky Kittry to you?

No.

Let me ask you, doctor, in a case, uh, such as this...

where the victims have been so badly brutalized, it's quite

possible that the killer was a victim of child abuse, isn't it?

I'd say it was highly probable.

And that this would be some delayed form of revenge, right?

Yes, quite possibly.

Then why are the victims women?

Because the majority of child abusers aren't necessarily men.

Society has a contradictory reaction to the victims of child abuse.

If a-year-old girl is seduced by an older man, it's a horror story.

If a-year-old boy is seduced by an older woman, it's a-of-age comedy.

Frankly, it's a fantasy to think that men

and women are so different in such things.

Deep down, we're very much alike.

For better, for worse.

I'd like to put something on the table.

We've been looking at this group of women as the victim pool.

What if one of them's the killer?

She'd have access to the other women.

They'd be willing to meet her.

And they'd trust her.

You're saying we're looking for a woman?

Yeah.

Catherine, look, no matter what one thinks of the FBI profiles, not one

of the personalities they sketched out as a serial killer was a female.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Profiles prepared by male FBI analysts of male sexual killers.

I read them, I read them all.

So have I.

And the FBI profile shows a killer who hunts his prey,

kills at random, in varying environments, and they're all male.

Historically, female serial killers kill either at home or in one location.

That's not what we got here.

We have three different locations.

I know how many different locations we have.

Look, you're saying that the killer has to be a man.

Why?

Because the FBI says it can't be a woman?

I'm just saying, why not?

I'm sorry.

Did I miss something here?

I thought we had a suspect.

Who?

Gil Reynolds?

Gil Reynolds is a sick little fuck, OK?

That's it.

Somehow, I don't picture him the type to wash his

victims, comb their fucking hair, and put makeup on their faces.

-Dominic? -It's Mary.

-I need to see you. -Can I come up?

I'm coming down.

I don't care that you're dressed up.

I had to talk to you.

This morning I wasn't through.

We had to stop.

I had to tell you more about the little girl.

You know, me, I lied.

Or rather, it was like a lie because it never came out.

No, it really came out.

Well, how long do you think I should have let him come to my bed at night?

All through my 12th year, until I

was 13, 14, 16, 17.

But there was one more surprise.

There came the time of the worst part.

The worst part of all.

The worst part of...

The worst part of all

was the night my daddy came to me in my bed.

And I enjoyed it.

See you tonight, Nance.

Give me a like.

-Ah! -Fuck!

Detective, have you got an ID yet?

It's probably in her bag, which is what I do.

Just take it.

Their driver's license is probably in a rag.

Her name's Vicky Kittrey.

She lived at 2201 South Elmore.

Okay.

Well, that's that.

Reynolds' lawyer will have him out in 30 fuckin' seconds.

Maybe Catherine's still right.

The dyke did herself out of guilt.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Are you fuckin' crazy?

Fuck you, you fuckin' dyke!

You're a fuckin' dyke!

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

What are you doing?

-Excuse me. -Are you Miss Hardiman?

Yeah.

Do you know who that is inside your house?

I've already said I have no idea.

Her name is Vicki Kittry.

You know her now?

You've been reading the papers.

You know what this is all about.

Yeah, yeah, I know, but...

But you did know that she was coming to your house last night?

No. I-I haven't seen her in maybe two months.

What's she doing in your house, Jane?

I don't know! Well, you want to start by telling us how the fuck she got in?

She knew I kept a spare in the mailbox.

You have any idea who she might have met here?

Look, I didn't know her that long, all right?

It's maybe four or five months till I found out about her...

taste.

And what were they?

As a surprise, she called it a dungeon.

She wanted me to do things with her.

I see enough pain in my work and I need it in my sex life.

Where'd she take you?

Where was it?

Somewhere in Montrose.

There was a woman there, and it was Muriel Farr.

It was her place.

You Miss Farr?

Yeah?

I'm Detective Palmer.

I'd like to talk to you for a minute.

What about?

You wanna let me in?

You got a warrant?

No.

I could get one.

Take a little longer and you'd probably just piss me the fuck off.

So why don't you just let me in?

You alone here, Mary?

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Where's your back door?

Out the kitchen here.

Oh.

-Hi, hon. -You got any cookies?

Shit.

Is this a bust?

Not if you don't want it to be.

We just want to talk to you.

Yeah, well, you mind if I finish packing while we do this?

Not at all.

Where are you going, Muriel?

New Orleans.

Better customers?

Better crawfish.

Okay, look, this is what we know.

We know that Vicki Kitry used to come

here, work out in this little gym of yours.

Sometimes she'd bring some friends.

She'd bring a guy named Gil Reynolds here?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

He's a regular, right?

Yeah.

Gil came by now and again.

Who else did Vicki and Reynolds bring?

Sometimes Vicki went out slumming.

She'd cruise the dens, pick up girls, bring them back here, play

whatever game she was into, and sometimes she'd ask me to keep an eye on them.

You know what they say.

Lesbians do it harder.

Hey, you, Baldy, where are you going?

Come here, you fucking...

Fuck off!

Get him!

Sean, you okay?

Hey, you!

Get down, you fucking shitbag!

How you doing, John?

Son of a bitch.

I'll go on my retirement a fucking cripple.

Okay, stop whining.

It's just right through the thigh.

You're gonna be okay.

Oh

How's he doing?

He's a little ornery, nothing permanent.

Sally Ann's with him now.

Who's our shooter?

Real piece of shit named Clyde Barbish, Muriel's boyfriend.

I'd introduce you officially now, but I

don't want to break his train of thought.

This girl just broke our case for us.

How?

Seems that Gil Reynolds' wife, Denise, did not leave town on her own accord.

As part of the divorce settlement, she was going

to expose Reynolds for the perverted shit that he is.

So Gil pays Clyde to put a bullet in her head.

With a Colt .45?

Mm-hmm.

Seems these stick-headed cowboys, they love

their guns so much they can't part with them.

Now he wants to make a deal, and he says he's got the whole thing on tape.

How's that?

The deal with Reynolds went down at Muriel's.

She had a habit of videotaping everything from a peephole.

Reynolds is going to need a real good lawyer to escape the needle on this one.

Why don't you go get the tapes?

We'll ruin his day.

Isn't your husband just the least bit curious about where you are?

He's out of town.

He took the boys to my mother's house in the country for the weekend.

He does that a lot.

And you didn't want to go.

Every child's initial erotic attachment is to his mother.

This means for a girl, she's first attracted to a person of the same sex.

The primary tragedy of father-daughter incest

is the damage done to this mother-daughter bond.

It leaves the daughter with an intense longing

for a nurturing relationship with another woman.

The little girl incest victim is torn too early from her mother and

she is doomed to revisit through memories

her father Betrayer of abuser

I'm going to paint our faces.

You know I'm going to take care of you, right?

You know I'm going to take care of you.

Could you stop looking at me?

Ah!

Come on, babe, show us your tits.

Yeah.

Come on, show us your tits.

Why don't you show me yours?

Oh, I see my tits.

-Yeah. -Let's see your tits, too.

Come on.

Let's see.

Shit.

Mary?

Take her.

She's yours.

Kill her.

Protect her.

You're a medical bitch.

Would you like me to tie you up?

I've never done it before.

We can take turns.

I had Sue the fuckin' police department out their ass.

All I said was, Clyde, is that you?

And, hey, yeah, this fuckin' bitch here.

She broke my fuckin' jaw.

You're gonna be charged with capital murder, Mariel.

Four counts.

What? Sondra Moser, Bernadine Mello, Dorothy

Saminoff, What the fuck are you talking about?

and Vicky Kittry. You and a Dr. Dominic Broussard.

Tall cross-dresser, blonde wig, black dress.

You let him use your peep.

Maggie, uh, Margaret Bole.

And listen, whatever that nut did, I had nothing to do with it.

He just paid me to let him watch.

-Who? -Watch who? -Dorothy at first.

And then, if he saw her with another woman,

then he liked it, he'd add her to the list.

Yeah, and none of them fuckin' knew, right?

Come on, listen.

-I worked L.A. -and San Francisco.

These women were a bunch of nuts.

Yeah, and now they're all dead.

Margaret, I have a story to tell you.

If you don't hear it, you won't understand.

I must have known it from the beginning.

The night in the pool, when she sat there

with her legs in the water, seeing nothing.

I must have known it.

She was there watching while he did that to me.

I wanted to see if she was seeing, but...

I was too afraid.

She didn't come and kiss me goodnight that night.

I noticed that.

Because she never did it again, I became invisible to her.

It was then that I finally admitted to myself...

That I hated her.

And I wanted her to know that I hated her.

One night we were watching TV.

She decided to take a bath and come back in

half an hour for some show she wanted to watch.

As soon as she left, he started pawing me.

I decided this was the time to do it.

So I let him start undressing me.

For the first time, I let him take everything off.

I heard her footsteps as she came back

through the kitchen, and then they stopped.

I wanted to see her expression but that would have meant I

would have had to have seen him on top of me so I didn't look.

I just imagined her standing there.

Until she left.

Then I...

lay there until he finished.

It was pathetic.

Him, me, you.

I went to the bathroom and washed myself off,

then I forced myself to go back to the family room.

She was already sitting in her chair, watching TV, eating ice cream.

That's when I realized I'd been bargained off.

There never was going to be an end to it.

So I let him have what he wanted, and we didn't

have to go back to our old life again, a new New York.

You abandoned me.

Even in the womb, you abandoned me.

-Huh. -Huh.

Huh.

Huh.

UGH!

Ah!

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

I'm sorry.

BYE!

Boop.

Yeah.

Mr. Kitchery?

I'm Detective Palmer.

May we come in?

What's this about?

May we come in, please?

I guess so.

Do you have a daughter named Vicky?

Do you?

I haven't heard from her in years.

She took off.

I have some bad news.

Vicky's dead.

She's been murdered.

The girl never kept in touch.

Before she died, she was able to tell me some things about you.

and about her brother.

Is that your other daughter?

Yeah?

This is Miss Dawes.

Miss Dawes is a social worker.

She's giving you a court judgment that's

allowing us to take your daughter with us.

Miss Dawes is going to ask her some

questions, and then she's going to examine her.

If we find that there have been any improprieties or any

instances of abuse, you're going to lose your daughter permanently.

You can't do that.

Oh, yes, I can.