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[man on radio] Echo 4,
what's your position
in that North building?

And what's your status?

[man 2]
All units, homicide,

708 North Benford,
suspect armed.

1-9-David-2-2-3
in progress

at La Brea and third.

Shots fired,
proceed code 3,
officer down...

[phone rings]

[indistinct chattering
on radio]

[phone ringing]

[radio chattering continues]

[slow instrumental
music playing]

[indistinct radio chattering]

[music ends]

[opera music playing]

[gasping]

[music stops]

[sensual music playing]

[sighs]
Where is Smith
and Doyle?

[sighs]
Stupid dispatcher.

South corridor.
Yeah, right.

[music continues]

I'll leave you my CD, Tommy.

Call me
at the escort agency.

I can't believe
this place.

[door opens]

[music continues]

Couldn't keep away, huh?

Um...

please, no.

[firing shots]

Hey, um,
do you know

where the Smith
and Doyle off--

[scoffs] Bitch.

[driver] Thanks.

[phone ringing]

[Rayanne on answering machine]
Hi. You've reached
the Whitfields.

Jack and Rayanne
aren't here right now.

Please leave a message
at the beep.

-[machine beeps]
-Oh, shit.

[Milon on phone]
Jack, it's Milon.

Hey, Jack,
are you there?

We need you right away.

It's a homicide
on Tommy Silver,

you know,
the fashion designer.

Ask the cheesecake
when she gets back.

She'll know.

Hello? Hi.

It's cheesecake.

Yeah. Hang on.

[Jack groans]

-Hi.
-Hi.

What are you doing
sleeping on the couch?

[sighs]

I didn't wanna
mess up the bed.

[chuckles]
It's Milon.

[coughs]

I gotta change
and take off
right away.

How was, um, Dallas?

[Milon on phone]
Hey, Jack. Jack!

Where the hell are you?

Jack, are you there?

Yeah, Milon.

[car sputtering]

-[car sputtering]
-Shit.

[dog barks]

Sure there was gas
in the car?

Yeah, I'm sure.

So, are you done?

Nope.

Didn't think so.

[scoffs]

Are you just gonna get
all over my case right away?

Did you mail
the rent check?

Yes, Ray,
I mailed the rent check,

I made the car payment,
I paid the phone Bill.

And I enjoyed
my TV dinners
every night, thank you.

We should be getting
pretty close.

Silver Fashion.

What is that, uh,
women's clothing?

You know what that is?

Huh?

-Ray.
-What?

-What did you say?
-[car honking]

Watch where you're going.

Jesus.

-What did you say?
-Nothing, nothing.

I just...

I'm just glad
you're home, honey.

Oh, I love you, too.

[sighs]

[helicopter whirring]

[woman] I know you're
doing your job, but...

[officer] I'm sorry, ma'am.
Nobody gets through.

[woman] I made
an appointment
last night...

My orders are
nobody gets past
this yellow line--

-[Jack] Hey, Bill.
-Sorry.

Where's, uh,
where's Silver's?

Hey, Jack.
It's right up this ramp,
take a left,

three doors down
on the right,
can't miss it.

Is Tonelli here?

Yeah.
He's waitin' for ya.

Shit.

[chuckles]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[phone ringing]

Jack, you know
you're late.

And you're ugly.
I guess we're
both fucked.

I'm late. Sorry.

You're not late, Whitfield,
you're hopeless.

It looks like a simple
robbery shooting, Lieutenant.

Receptionist found him
just before eight.

Now, we got his wife,
uh, Krista Silver,

said he had a watch,
a wedding ring,

-and his wallet's missing.
-Did she report him
missing?

No, Lieutenant.

[Tonelli] All of this
for a freakin' dressmaker.

[Milon] He's not shit.

Man, my daughters spend
half my paycheck on his jeans.

At least he went out
getting his dick wet.

[Milon] Forensics think
he had intercourse

before he was
iced, Lieutenant.

There was semen
on his bed.

His wife said
the last time she saw him
was lunch yesterday.

She doesn't worry
when he doesn't
come home at night?

[Milon]
They're nighties,
Lieutenant.

So much for safe sex.
What about that
messenger? Anything?

[Milon] Well,
she got a good look,
so she says.

Now, Jimmy's driving
her back to the precinct.

We need you back
at the office.

I want that sketch
right away.

-Sure.
-So get your job done,
okay, Jack?

I'm trying to do my job.

We got a witness
with a finite memory.

Let's get 'em
while they're hot, okay?

Fine,
I'll finish this later.

Wonderful.

Hey, Milon,
how about a ride, buddy?

Sorry, man,
I'm busy here.

Hank, what do you say?
I'll give you gas money.

No, right?
I thought so.

Fuck it.

Ace.

[laughing]

Oh, Miss Knoll,
this is Jack Whitfield,

our composite artist.

Jack, this is Daisy.

-Hi.
-Hi, Daisy.

Why don't we go
in here?

Oh, Jack, wait.

Don't forget
we need that Atlee file
for court tomorrow.

Right, right, right, right.

What is this?

It's a mannequin
of a shooting victim.

Why don't you have
a seat here?

Listen, is this
gonna take long?

'Cause if I don't get back,

I'll get shuttle duty
the rest of the day.

I'll have you out of here
in no time, Daisy.

Daisy, that's a pretty name.

Pretty name for a pretty girl.

Thank you.

You want some water
or coffee or something?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

Okay. We'll get
right at it.

You don't use a computer?

Computer? Nah.

They draw great,
but they don't listen so well.

All right.
Let's see.

So, so you saw...

-A woman.
-A woman.

Well, that narrows it down.

Was she young or old?

I don't know. I mean,
she was young, I guess.

She was about 25.

No, she was actually
more like 27.

So you got pretty close.

Yeah, she woulda
ran right into me

if she hadn't looked up.

Okay, well,
I tell you what, Daisy.

I like to start
with the hair,

so can you describe
this woman's hair to me?

Um, well,
she was obviously
a natural brunette,

but she had auburn tint.

-Okay. [chuckles]
-What?

No, I just, it's too bad
all witnesses aren't women.

They always get
the hair right, they do.

Men, they remember
the hairline,

but never the color.

So, why don't you tell me
about this woman's hair?

Well, it was sort of
short in the back,

and like, um...

wavy curly on top.

Wavy, curly.

Kinda like this?

[Daisy] Yeah.

[phone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Lieutenant] Mrs. Silver.

Glad you could make it.

I want to apologize having you
come down here like this,

after what's happened
to your husband.

Sit down.

[Krista]
It's all right, Lieutenant.
I understand.

[Daisy]
Do you always use
colored pencils?

[Jack]
Oh, yeah. Yeah,

it kinda makes
everyone look

a little less sinister.

How can you
just draw hair
without a face?

Well, why don't you tell me
about the face?

How was the face?

Was it round
or was it wide?

-Was it...
-Sorta normal.

I mean, it was normal,

but a little angular
at the chin.

Angular.
Like oval?

-Yeah.
-A little oval.

Okay. Like this?

Mm-hmm.

All right.
How about the lips?

What do you remember
about the lips?

The lips.

Excuse me.

-Sorry.
-That's all right.

The lips?

Um...

well, the lower one
was fuller

and the upper was...

[sighs] ...thinner
but sort of turned out.

Kinda like this?

Yeah, like that.

[phone buzzes]

Yeah.

Yeah. Oh, yeah,

we're just
about finished.

Yup, yup.
Okay, bye.

What about the nose?

I don't know.

Mind if I smoke?

No, no.

So the nose was small?

[Daisy] Did I say that?

No, no I just, uh,
it's a question.

Was it...
was it small?

[Daisy]
No, I mean,
you're right,

it wasn't big.

It was sort of
small and thin.

What about the shape?

[Daisy] Nice.

That doesn't really help,
does it?

No, was it...

was it round
or turned up

Or maybe...

a little pointy
like this?

[Daisy] Yeah.

Yeah... yeah,
it was pointy at the tip.

Why do the eyes last?

[Jack] The eyes
because they can...

give you everything back

that you wanna
put into 'em.

[Daisy] They do?

Yeah, yeah, you know,

you look into
somebody's eyes,

you can pretty much
see everything about

that person
you wanna see.

I know it sounds
a little weird,

but it works for me.

[Krista]
You happen to be

in the small majority
of people

who didn't know
how comfortable

Tommy felt
in an open relationship.

He liked to call it
an occupational hazard.

I assume he meant it
to apply to me.

[Tonelli] I see.
[clears throat]

[sighs]

Where the hell is Whitfield
with that drawing?

Jimmy!

Is there anything else
you remember?

[Daisy] Like a scar?

She didn't have any scars.

Did she have any pimples
or freckles or...

[sketching]

Maybe, uh...

maybe a mole?

[Daisy] Yeah.

Somewhere in this area?

[Daisy] Yeah, I think so.

[Jack] Like,
right about here?

[Daisy] Yeah, that's right.

[sighs] are you hot?

Is it hot in here?

It's getting hot in here.

I'm gonna open this window.

Okay.

Let's, uh,
move up to the eyes.

Brownish and large.

Brownish?
What do you mean?

Were they brown or not?

Brown gray, brown blue?

-Brown.
-Brown.

[whispers] Brown...

And, uh, what about
the shape of the eye?

-Catty.
-Catty.

No, I mean,
the eye itself.
The eye.

Well, aren't you
the particular one?

An eye's an eye,
you know what I mean?

Yeah.

-This?
-Yeah, like that.

Like, like a cat,
catty.

How's that?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

What about the brows?

[sighs] They were
sort of--

[door opens]

Jimmy's hollering
from upstairs, Jack.

Tonelli's back,
and he's with the wife.

Do you mind?

[lady] Fine.

[door shuts]

So the eyebrows were full.

Yeah, they were full,
but they weren't thick.

And close to the eyes.

Not birdish.

[Jack whispers]
Not birdish.

[Daisy]
Now it's kinda done.

No...

-[phone ringing]
-[Jack] Jesus.

Did you make a mistake?

Is this the woman you saw?

Yeah, I guess.
Uh, yeah,
it looks like her.

Can I go now?

Huh?

-Can I go now?
-Yeah, yeah.

Daisy.

If, uh...

if you remember
anything else,
will you call me?

-Yeah.
-You'll call me?

-Bonnie has
your number?
-Yes.

[woman] Bye.

The composite, Jack.
Want me to write it up
for you?

No, no, I'll...
I'll take care of it.

[buzzing]

Yeah?

No, I'm not... no.

You can't rush
this shit.

I'll be finished
in a little while.

Can I get you something?

-Jimmy!
-Right here, Lieutenant.

-Coffee and--
-I'm fine, thank you.

We finally got through
to Mr. Korbel in
New York City for you.

He's on a plane right now.

What did you say
his relationship
with your husband was?

Paul manages the business.

-[Tonelli] Silver Fashions.
-Silver Fashion.

Fashion, yes.

Right here, Lieutenant.

Where the fuck...
pardon my French,

Mrs. Silver,
..is Whitfield?

Oh, look,
it's the man of the hour.

Give me that, okay?

Are you sure
you wanna work here?

This mean anything to you?

I've never seen
this woman before.

You're sure?

I had nothing to do
with Tommy's business,

so therefore,
I had little association

with my husband's
acquaintances, Lieutenant.

While she certainly
looks like she'd belong

in his cavalcade
of bedmates,

I don't know this woman.

So, then, your husband
you'd consider
to be promiscuous?

He liked hookers,
Lieutenant.

The higher the price,
the better.

[Tonelli]
How'd you find this out?

He told me.

I see.

As soon as this
Mr. Korbel shows up,

I want him to get a look
at this sketch,

And Jimmy, get copies out
to all the blue suits.

[Jimmy] Right.

Now we gotta find
this mystery girl.

[Rayanne] This is where
we could put
the security system.

[phone rings]

Let's check
the other plan.

Hello?

[Jack] Can I talk to Ray?

Uh, yeah, she's here.
Hold on a sec.

-I'll get the plan.
-Okay.

-Hello?
-Hi, it's me.

Jack? What's goin' on?

I just, um,
I just wanted to tell you,

I'm glad you're home, honey.

Thanks, sweetie.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Well, [chuckles]
I'm really busy here.

I'll see you
later tonight, okay?

[Jack] Yeah, okay.

Bye.

Bye.

[Jack] I'm looking
for Daisy Knoll?

[man] Yeah,
she's out back
on the loading dock.

[engine sputtering]

Hi, Daisy.

Now what?

Daisy... [clears throat]

We were, uh,
so rushed this morning,

I... I forgot to ask you,
uh, to describe
this woman's clothing.

I don't know,
I was so close to her.

A dark skirt,
gray or black,

And a bright orange blouse.

A gray skirt?

Gray or black

and a bright orange blouse.

Orange blouse
and gray skirt.

I already answered
all these questions
this morning.

If... if you remember
anything else,

Daisy, will you call me?
Will you make sure
you call me?

Yes.

Are all cops
as much fun as you are?

Did you do any shopping?
Buy any new clothes?

[Rayanne chuckles]
Yeah, right.

Like when?

I thought I...
I thought I saw
an orange blouse.

[Rayanne]
No. Helen did.

She bought
this Armani suit,

olive-colored,
it was nice.

Um, I didn't like the color,

but it fit her real good
on the hips,

and she looked good,

but I didn't...
I didn't shop.

I should shop.

I just... I don't like
any of my clothes anymore.

I'm wiped out.

The board should
absolutely deny parole
to this man.

He's still
a very sick individual.

[man 2] I want
that building.

Write it off
to the Hudson two budget.

Burbank,
why are you anywhere?

[Burbank] I was talking
to Mr. Benchman
about his idea, and...

[man 2] What, about
the Italian boxer?

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

I love it!

[woman] Let me
ask you something.

How's your social life?

It's a question
you probably don't
get asked too often.

But if your social life
isn't what you'd like
it to be,

grab a pencil
and write this down.

America's Choice
Dating Service.

-5-2-6-3-3-4-1.
-[dial tone]

What's on the paper
could be the answer
to what's missing for you.

America's Choice
Dating Service

is an easy
and inexpensive way

to meet that
special person.

-[Daisy] Hello?
-Hello, Daisy?

- Yeah?
-This is Jack.

-Who?
-Whitfield,
the sketch artist.

What's up?

Uh, I got a... I got
a little problem here
with the sketch,

and, um, I need
to talk to you,

ask you a few
questions.

Like when? Tomorrow?

No, no, tonight.

-It's late.
-Yeah, I know it's late.

But, uh, I can be there
in 20 minutes,

and I'll be
out of there in ten.

[knocking]

[door opens]

Hey, you.

We're trying to get
some sleep here,
you know?

So shut the fuck up.

[knocking softly]

Our lab boys found pubic hairs
other than Silver's
on the sheet.

More prints
than we could ever deal with.

Yeah, blind man
convention's time, huh?

The M.E. should have
the autopsy report
this afternoon, Lieutenant.

Okay, fine.

Hey, if I wanted brown socks,
I woulda worn them, okay?

[indistinct chatter]

[phone ringing]

-Hi.
-Can I help you?

Yes, please, I'm looking
for Mr. Lieutenant Tonelli.

-Who are you?
-I'm Mr. Paul Korbel.

Jack, Tonelli's
looking for you.

-Go ahead and follow him.
-Oh, shit.

-Know what time it is?
-Yes, it's, uh, 9:30.

-[knocking]
-Come in.

Jack. Who's this?

I'm Mr. Paul Korbel.

Mr. Korbel,
glad you could make it.

I'm sorry
you have to be here

under these kind
of circumstances.

Comes in waves, Lieutenant.

We are all shattered.

Sit down.
Make yourself at home.

Jack, will you sign
these affidavits
from Carruther's?

I want you to look
at something.

Have you ever seen
this woman before,
Mr. Korbel?

I believe so, yes.

Where? Can you tell us
who she is?

Uh, I can't be certain,
but I think she's been

doing some photography work
for our company.

Would you mind
stop smoking?

I'm sorry,
I can't stand the cigarette.

Will you put out
the fucking cigarette?

I'm sorry, Mr. Korbel,
go ahead.

I... I'll have to check

with some
of our art directors.

I don't remember her name,

but I think it's her.

[Tonelli] Good. Good,
I think we got
something here.

Just a few more minutes
of your time, Mr. Korbel,
if you don't mind.

-No problem.
-Here you are, kid.

Jack, what do you need,
a written invitation?

It's one of those days
around here.

Sorry, Mr. Korbel.

You've been very helpful
about this.

All right.

[phone ringing]

Hey. I'll catch you
in the parking lot.

What do you say
we get a couple of beers
after work tonight?

-Yeah, Brandelli's?
-Yeah, great.

Who is she?

I don't know.

Korbel's man
is still in New York
until the ninth.

Me and Mr. Personality here
are on our way over
to Silver's Fashions

to pick up some
employment records,

so I'll catch you later.

-Yeah.
-So, what's up, Picasso?

Not much, Gene.

[Milon] What's goin' on?
Is it Rayanne?

I didn't say anything
to make trouble
for you, did I?

No, I just, uh...

wish she was around
a little more.

Well, she ain't gonna
quit her job.

-[scoffs]
-I can tell you that
right now.

She's got high standards.

And you did, too, man.

Yeah, right.

You know,
you got a good thing.

Hang on to it.

I think I'm losing her.

Yeah...

I am.

'Cause we don't...

talk anymore.

We're just driftin' apart.

When she's away,
I have this...

this need to...

to talk to her,

and when she's here,
I can't.

I mean, we talk,

but we don't talk about us,
you know what I mean?

And you know what's weird?

She knows
we're driftin' apart.

And it's like,
she doesn't even
give a shit.

She's so obsessed
with her little world...

of decorating
and all that bullshit.

It's...

I mean, I'm lucky
if I can even
touch her right now.

Now, what you need to do

is just go on home
and have it out,

'cause otherwise,
this thing is just
gonna mess you up.

-[loud music playing]
-[indistinct chatter]

-Hi, Jack.
-What's happenin'?

You know everyone,
don't you? Except Todd.

Hey, Jack.

-I hope we're not too much
of an intrusion.
-No, no.

Here, eat some of this
before I inhale the whole dip.

[woman] Come here, guys.

-Let's ask Jack, then.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let me ask you
a question.

If we put a gun
to your head,

made you choose
one of these
for your office,

what are you gonna do?

I'd tell you to shoot.

-[man] That's what
I expected.
-[woman laughs]

Having a little party?

I tried to call.

They've pulled back
our deadline.

-You mad?
-No, no,
I'm not mad.

Who's, uh,
the weightlifter you got?

Oh, only my eleventh lover
this month.

It's a joke.

[sighs]

How long are they
gonna be here?

Uh, I don't know.

Do you want a drink?

No, I don't want
a drink, Ray.

And I don't wanna look
at wallpaper.

I don't even wanna
look at those people.

I just wanna talk to you
a little bit.

Jack... [scoffs]

[woman] Come on!
You have guests in here!

I can't deal
with this shit.

I don't blame you, okay?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, it sucks.

It doesn't suck.
It doesn't suck at all.

We never entertain people.

It's a nice change
to have people over.

It'd be a nice change

if you and I could just
spend a little time

and talk about
a few things, like us.

It's always what you want,
never what I want.

What do you want?

-Tell me,
what do you want?
-Oh, cute.

Ask me something deep
while I got a house
full of people?

I'll tell you what I want.

I wanna party
and laugh tonight, okay?

Are you coming?

You should change.

Your shirt.

She looks just like
your sketch.

Nice job, Whitfield.

Who is she?

Jane Olson, photographer,
just like Korbel said.

She's doing a layout
for Silver Fashions.

Did she know Tommy Silver?

He hired her,
personally.

See, Lieutenant?
He's good for something.

Yeah, but don't let it go
to your head, okay, Jack?

Miss Olson, how are you?

We have an eyewitness
who claims to have seen you

at Silver's the night
he was murdered.

Well, he's wrong.

It might help
if you can tell us

how you spent
Wednesday evening,

where you were
and who you were with?

[Jane] Um, I was
at my apartment working.

[Milon] Can anyone
vouch for you?

I mean, at your apartment.

Someone you might have
talked to that night.

Who hired you to work
for Silver Fashion, Jane?

I... I was hired at the,
uh, suggestion of Mr. Silver.

So you knew Tommy,
and as a favor, he hired you?

Is that an accurate
assessment?

No, that's not
an accurate assessment.

[Tonelli] What is?

He saw my work
and requested me.

[Tonelli] Fine.
So you did meet?

Yeah, we met once.

-Did you sleep with him?
-Oh, Jesus.

No, I did not
sleep with him.

I don't get in the habit
of sleeping with people

who admire my work,
all right?

[Milon] Would you be
willing to cooperate

in providing us
with some form
of physical evidence?

What kind
of physical evidence?

Well, we'd need
a pubic hair.

Miss Olson?

Yeah?

Listen, I told them
I'd find my own attorney.

I'm not a lawyer,
I'm just another person
on the case.

Good-bye.

I'm not here to get
a confession out of you.

Well, then what is it
that you want?

Have they brought
charges against you?

No.

Well, then
they can't hold you.

Where have I seen you before?

I don't know.

I just want you to know

if they haven't
filed charges,

they can't keep you here.

If you say you're innocent.

So why don't you just
give 'em what they want?

They'll get a court order
and get it anyway.

So just do it,
and you can
get out of here.

You areinnocent.

This car's got
two blown
head gaskets, Jack.

It's gonna take me
about a week to fix it.

A week?

Sorry, Jack.

Shit, why don't you just
blow it up, Larry?

I was going through
Silver fashion papers
this morning.

How long you say
your wife's been with CMC?

About three
and a half years. Why?

I thought
that's what you said.

Her outfit had major billings
with Silver's Company.

Summer of '90
through spring of '91.

I wonder if Rayanne
ever got to meet him,

not that it'll help any.

[woman] Jack,
what a surprise.

[man]
How you doin', man?
Don't draw me.

[footsteps approaching]

[Rayanne]
Hi. What are you
doing here?

Uh... isn't this
Silver fashions?

Yup, that's Silver fashion,
all righty.

You didn't tell me
you worked on that.

-I didn't?
-No.

You didn't ask me.

[chuckles]

Did you know him?

-Who?
-Silver.

Yeah. He had
very specific ideas
about what he wanted.

It's too bad about him.

Yeah.
Yeah, it's too bad.

Well, you wanna
get some lunch?

Oh, Jack,
that's so sweet,

but I can't.
I'm so busy today.

All right.

Jack, hey.
Good to see you again.

-Hey, Ted.
-It's Todd.

-Oh, Todd, right.
I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

Listen, Ray,
we really need
to get going

and take a look
at those changes.

Okay.

So, whenever
you're ready.

Yeah.

Uh, I promise
we'll have a great dinner.

Yeah, I'll get out of here.
I know you're busy.

-See you later.
-Okay. Bye.

Whitfield, what's up?

What are you doing here?

Tonelli, he wants me to
finish the floor plan.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

Well, uh, I gotta get
something to eat.

There's a snack shop
on the corner.

You want something?

No, no, I'm fine.

Eh, Moran,
how many burgers
you want, huh?

[Moran] Don't fuck with me,
you know, I'm on a diet.

[knocks]

Don't fuck
with anything, Jack.
We're not done yet.

[indistinct chattering]

[indistinct conversation]

What is he doing here?

Oh, something about
Tonelli wants a floor plan.

I'm finished.

Jimmy didn't tell me
you were gonna be here today.

-[phone rings]
-He didn't?

-[man] Yeah, yeah,
-Hold on.

Oh, shit, I forgot to
get it cleared. Sorry.

[man] Call is for you.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah? Where?

What time?

[man] Hey, Jack.
Not in here, all right?

He's here.

How do I know?

Done.

Let's go.

We got a corpse
over in the L.A. river.

You know,
Tonelli's pissed.

He wanna know
what you were doing
up in Silver's suite.

What do you mean,
what was I doing there?

I'm trying to do my job.

You saw him,
he threw me out

after five minutes
the other day.

Hold this,
will you, Milon?

Jesus! Every time
I try to do my job,

that bald little son of a bitch
jams me.

Oh, well, no,
it'll be okay.

Yeah, you just let me
worry about Tonelli,
all right, Milon?

Okay.

[woman talking on radio]

...Los Angeles river, Westside on 6th street branch.

Coroner confirms
victim is female Caucasian,

early 20's.

No further backup...

-Go ahead.
-I got it, no problem.

[radio turns on]

Hey! That's my fuckin' lighter!

What are you, nuts?

Sorry.

I'll give you the lighter
from my car.

[Jack] what's this?

[Milon] Earring.
they found it
in Silver's suite.

-They found this earring
in Silver's suite?
-[suspenseful music playing]

Yeah.
that's what I said.

In Silver's suite.

[Jack] They did?

[police radio chatter]

Yeah!

[water running]

Hmm.

-[tap squeaks]
-[water stops]

[sighs]

Jack. there you are.

-You all right?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm--I'm gonna
go home early, though.

No, you can't.
they need you in there.
They got a new witness.

-[phones ringing]
-[indistinct chatter]

Hey! That's him.

[Greek man] That's the guy
I saw last night.

[Milon] Yeah? [chuckles]
He works here.

I'm telling you,
this is the guy I saw

going into
Daisy's apartment.

What were you doing
at her apartment, Jack?

Milon, I was rushed
on the drawing,
and so was she.

I thought of something
that might help her
remember, so I--

Listen, since when
is it a crime to try
to do your job?

[officer] It's not cool--

why don't you shut up!

Okay, okay, okay.

Just go home
for now.

I'll take care
of Tonelli.

[music playing]

[sighing]

[doorknob rattling]

[door shuts]

Uh! you scared me.

What's goin' on?

Had a long day with Todd?

You scared the shit out of me.

[footsteps receding]

[footsteps approaching]

[keys jangling]

Did you do that?

Huh?

Where are the earrings
I bought you, Ray?

Is that what this is about?

Where the fuck
are those earrings?

I lost them.

If I'd known
you would've gotten
this upset about it,

I would've
replaced them.

-When?
-When what?

When did you lose 'em?

Three weeks ago.

Where did you
lose 'em, Ray?

[scoffs]

I don't know.

The health club, maybe?

[footsteps approaching]

How come you never told me
you worked for Silver?

-You knew he was murdered.
-Jack.

What do you expect me to do?

You resent me working,
and I'm gonna come home
and talk to you about it?

Were you there?

Where?

At Silver's, the night
he was murdered.

What?

I know you were there, Ray.

[paper rustling]

How long you been
dreaming this up, Jack?

What?

Why were you there, ray?
just tell me.

Jack, I was in Dallas,
remember?

You're losing it.

Jack, entirely losing it.

[Rayanne sighs]

Ray, there was a witness
that ID'd you.

She described you to me,
I drew you.

And now that witness is dead.

No.

No, Jack.

You--you saw me.

You did.

No...[voice breaking]
it was...

[sighs] it was you
that she described, Ray.

She described things about...

[crying] Just fucking tell
me what's going on.

Jack, you drew me.

You did.

Like you've done
a hundred times before.

Don't you understand
what's happening?

Ray, just tell me what
the fuck is going on,
all right?

No, if you'd just--
if you'd just explain it,
I'll understand.

Just tell me
what happened.

Just fucking tell me.

I don't know
what's going on.

Would you just
explain it to me?

Jack, Jack, Jack,
it's okay.

Listen to me, Jack.
It's gonna be all right.

You gotta listen
to what you're saying.

[kisses] You gotta listen to--
listen, it's gonna be
all right.

I had no idea you were
under this kind of stress.

Please...

-[kisses]
-[Jack sniffles]

You gotta believe me, Jack.

[slow music playing]

Jack...

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[moaning]

[both grunt]

[Rayanne breathing heavily]

-[buttons open]
-[belt unbuckles]

[clatters]

[groans]

[Rayanne moans]

[moans]

[moaning]

[grunts]

[Jack grunts]

[phone trilling]

[woman on recording] I'm not
home right now. If you'd like
to leave a message

or contact me through
the escort agency,
please do so.

[beep]

Hello?

Hello. Pick up
the phone, please.

Hello?

-Hey! my ride's here.
-How ya doin', Jack?

What's up?

Want some cranberry juice?

Good for your kidneys.

Where's Rayanne?

She went to work.

[belches]

-Tonelli wants to see you.
-Oh, yeah?

[inhales and exhales]

-[water runs]
-Well, we should talk.

Go ahead,
I'm listening.

-I gotta take you in, Jack.
-What?

I gotta take you in.

Take me in? [chuckles]
what are you talking about,
Milon, "take me in"?

Tonelli wanted to
send a blue suit.

I had to beg him
to let me do this.

-So give me a break, okay?
-[tap opens, closes]

Give you a break?
You're here to fucking
arrest me,

And you want me to
give you a break?

Look, we got that
autopsy report back
on that messenger girl.

Now, the same weapon used
on her was used on Silver.

When Tonelli heard
the old man ID you,
he went through the roof.

Hey! That old
Greek rump ranger

just saw me knock
on the door, Milon.

I never even got in
that place.

Why did you have to
go back there
that night, Jack?

I already
told you that, dammit!

We talked
to her dispatcher.

Now, we know
you met her on the job.

How many times
are you gonna
forget something?

Aw, man.

Milon, it's me,
your buddy Jack.

Remember?

Look, they found
skin samples and blood

under the girl's
fingernails.

So what?

The skin sample
was from a man.

So what?

They released
the photographer.

You got a cat now, Jack?

Oh, man.

I don't believe
I'm hearing this, Milon.

They got your blood type
from your employment record.

And it matched, right?

Big fucking deal!

So does a million
other poor slobs
in this filthy city, Milon!

I know how you feel
about Rayanne.

And how she met Silver
when he hired her firm.

Maybe they just--
look, I don't know.

Maybe we should just go
and try to work
this thing all out,

'cause it just
don't look right.

You guys really think
I did it, don't you?

-Aw, Jack--
-No, no, wait, wait.

Now, let me figure out.

How do you guys think
it went down?

First I kill Silver,

and then I go
and I kill a perfectly
good witness, right?

I might be a fuck-up,
Milon, but I'm not
brain damaged. Jesus!

Tonelli thinks
the girl knew something.

The girl did
know something.

She saw someone,
and she came to me
and described her.

She saw someone, yeah,
but who?

-Now you just might
have tried to kill--
-Wait a second, Milon!

Do you hear
what you're saying?

Now, I know
you're no
Sherlock Holmes,

but you're not blind, either.

Why don't you open
your eyes and look
what's happening here?

-I'm being set up!
-Oh, Jack.

No, wait, do you
really think
I did it, Milon?

No, I didn't say that.

I mean, Jack, look,
why you putting me on
the spot?

Why you doing this
to me, man?

You're my brother.

So don't turn
on me, okay?

Milon, you're the one
who told me

that I had a good thing
and I had to hold on to it,

I had to do anything I could
to hold on to it,
to make it work.

isn't that
what you told me?

Well, that's what
I'm trying to do here.

I just need a little time,

and I'll figure
this whole thing out,
all right?

All right?

Thanks.

[sighs] I need a ride.

I'm fucked.

You know,
this is completely wrong.

Completely wrong!

-[paper rustling]
-Here.

What's this?

I hope this is the number
of a travel agent.

Travel light.

I just need you to run
a reverse directory
on this number, okay?

Can you do that
for me, Milon?

Say what?

[dramatic music playing]

[Jack] All right,
it's in this area somewhere.

Yeah.
It's right over here.

Hey, Jack...

Where are you gonna be
while I run this number?

I'll be right in here.

Give me a couple of hours.

You got it.

[engine turns over]

[woman clears throat]

What do you want?

I just wanna talk to you.

No, no, I think you better
just leave, okay?

Whoa, ho, ho!
Wait a second,
I'm not a cop.

I'm not, I work
for the police department,

but I'm not a cop,
I'm a--I'm a sketch artist.

Witnesses come in
and they describe people
to me, and I draw them.

I drew you.

You drew me?

Yeah.

[door creaks]

[door shuts]

[can lid pops]

[woman] Have a seat.

Thanks.

[Jack sighs]

You got another beer?

-Sorry, my last one.
-Shit.

[sighs]

[cup clatters]

Thanks.

-[cup clatters]
-That's good.

Here, I got a light.

[clicking]

I know you.

-You do?
-I know who you are.

You know more
than me.

No, no, no.
It's um,
it's your lighter.

My lighter?
What about it?

At Silver Fashion?

That's where I saw you.
Your lighter didn't work.
[chuckles]

[intense music playing]

My god, you're real.

Hmm, what do you want?

I just uh...

Just wanted to know
how well you knew Silver.

No, no, no, no.
I've already answered
all these questions.

No, wait a second.

Listen, I gotta explain
something to ya.

I'm in a--I'm in a lot
of trouble, all right?

And I just--i just wanna--
I just need some help.

You need help?

We're both
in the same boat.

No, no, no, no.
I'm innocent.

No, that's what
I'm trying to tell ya.
I'm innocent, too.

I just need a place
to stay for a couple
of hours, all right?

If I can just stay here--

[laughs]
You gotta be kidding.

No, I'm waitin'
for a phone call.

-Just a couple hours--
-No. just--just go, okay?

[phone rings]

Get the fuck out
of my house.

-[phone ringing]
-[intense music playing]

[woman] Hello?

Um, no, no, nothing.

[dramatic music playing]

[tires screech]

Give me change, will ya?

You gotta buy something.
I can't give you any change.

Just give me
some fucking change.

[drawer rattles]

[coins jingle]

[notes rustle]

[rock music playing]

-Hey, buddy. [mumbling]
-[phone dialing]

-What you got?
-[line trilling]

[Milon] Hello?

Yeah, it's me.

[Milon] Jesus, Jack.
you stole her car?

I didn't steal it,
I just borrowed it.

Where are you?

No, forget it.
I don't wanna know.

You got the address?

It's 5501 marathon.

5501 Marathon.

[Milon] Hey, Jack,
please get rid of that car.

-Yeah,
don't worry about it.
-[receiver clicks]

Come on,
get out of here,
will ya?

[line trilling]

[Rayanne] Hello?

Ray, it's me.

Jack, the police
were just here.

What is going on?

Don't worry,
it's all right.

If you're in trouble,
I wanna help you.

Did you tell 'em
about the sketch?

Of course not.

Do you love me, Ray?

You know I do.

I love you, too.

[rap music playing loudly]

[knock at door]

Anybody home?

Hello!

[footsteps approach]

Yeah?

Uh, is brandy here?

No one here by
that name. You've got
the wrong address.

No, wait, wait.
this is the address
Tommy gave me.

-Tommy who?
-You know, Tommy Silver.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, hey,
hold it, hold it!
Listen, I'm a cop.

I just wanna ask you
a few questions
about Tommy Silver.

I don't know
any Tommy Silver. Shit.

[music continues]

If you don't know
Tommy Silver,

what they hell
you running away
from me for?

I've got
outstanding warrants.

I don't give a shit
about your warrants.

-I wanna know about Tommy.
-[decreases volume]

I told you.
I don't know any Tommy.

This look familiar?
it's your phone number.
I found it at his suite.

if you don't know him,
what the hell was he doing
with your phone number?

I don't know.
Maybe he was gonna call me.

Got my number
from the escort agency
I work out of.

He never called.

I never talked
to any Tommy Silver
in my life.

Look, you gonna
arrest me, do it.

I've got things to do.

I see you like rap music.

Recognize this?

I also found this
in Tommy Silver's suite.

I figure it's got
your fingerprints
all over it.

[lighter clatters]

[intense music playing]

I didn't kill Tommy.

Why should I?

We were friends--
good friends.

-I mean, he was, like,
kind to me, you know?
-[kettle whistling]

[switches off stove]

So you were with him
more than once?

Yeah. I mean, sure,
Tommy liked to sample,

but like I said,
we were friends.

We used to talk
all the time.

That's what we did
most of, anyway.

Were you with him
the other night?

Yeah.

But he was alive
when I left.

Do you know if he was
expecting anyone else?

No.

His wife had gone
to some celebrity
fundraiser with her people.

Tommy was wasted.

I was gonna spend the night
at his suite.

He was so tense, I had to
perform vadray healing
exercises on him

to get him to relax.

-Vadray healing exercises?
-[chuckles]

It's when you massage
around the scrotum
and other places.

Tommy loved it.

Would you mind
getting your arm
off my sculpture?

Thank you.

[Jack sighs]

What was Tommy
so uptight about?

Did he tell you?

Said he wanted out.

Out of what?

Fashion. What else?

I gotta side
with his business manager
on that one.

You gotta be crazy
to throw that away.

I mean, they wear his jeans
in Bora Bora, you know.

Yeah...

-Did Tommy fight
with his business manager?
-Constantly.

What was the guy's name?

Paul.

-Paul Korbel?
-That's the guy.

Tommy said he was
skimming millions from him,

Since he knew he wanted out.

Tommy figured he could
shakedown Paul
at the same time.

Scumbag.

Did Korbel know
that Tommy was thinking
about getting rid of him?

No. I doubt it.

You see, Tommy had this thing.

He used to like to, uh,
spring secrets on folks.

You know what
I mean?

[phone ringing]

[sighs] Milon here.

Milon, it's Jack.

Hey, fuck, Jack,
I told you not
to call me here.

I need Paul Korbel's
address.

Hey, man,
don't even--

Just give me
the address,
will ya?

[phone ringing]

It's 1898 Farrington Drive.

What you got, Jack?

[Jack] I need
his blood type, too.

Hey, I can't do this.

I got a real job
investigatin' crime
and lawbreakers.

And you fit both categories.
I gotta go, Jack.

[dial tone]

-Can I call my lawyer now?
-[phone clatters on receiver]

Sure.

[handbrake clicks]

[paper rustling]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[machine whirring]

[coughs]

[sighs]

[coughing]

Aah, fuck.

[birds chirping]

[water flowing]

[camera shutter clicking]

[camera shutter clicking]

[engine turning over]

[glass clatters]

[sighs]

[intense music playing]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[dial tone]

[dialing]

[ringing]

[Paul] Yes?

Hey, Korbel,
guess where I am.

[Paul] Who's this?

I gotta tell you,
you got a pretty nice
pad here.

But I gotta be honest
with you, I think
your whiskey sucks.

If I were you, I would leave
before the police arrive.

You know they are
extremely responsive here.

No, I think if you were me,
you wouldn't have
killed your boss.

Not that I haven't
considered it.

But then again,
looking around here,

I guess it'd be
a pretty tough adjustment

to do your shopping
at the Gap.

You're wasting your time.

I was in New York
the night Silver
was murdered.

Hope you don't mind, Paul,
but I took the liberty
of opening your mail.

Fascinating phone bill
you got here.

Don't you think it sucks
that they can charge
you a buck

for a ten-second
phone call?

Just long enough to see
if the messenger was home,
huh?

I understand she put up
a pretty good fight.

You're fucking with
the wrong person.

No. I think you're fucking
with the wrong person.

Okay, what is it you want?

Well, it seems we're both
in a little jam here,

but, uh, nothing
that money can't fix,
right, buddy?

Come at the Silver factory,
719 Traction. At midnight.

Midnight? I'll be there.

[receiver bangs]

[dramatic music playing]

-[car door rattles]
-[gasps]

-You scared me.
What are you doing?
-I need your help, Ray.

The police are watching
the house. I can't go home,
and I need my gun.

I want you to meet me
at this address
at 11:45 tonight.

I'll explain everything
later, all right?

Just get the gun
and meet me there.

Okay. [sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[siren blaring]

[train engine chugging]

-Hello, Jack.
-[gun cocks]

I never had to use it.

Why start now?

You'll be firing
the last shot
from this gun.

Your self-destructive
tendencies finally get
the better of you,

but more importantly,

what did you have in mind
for tonight, Jack?

You had Tommy killed,
didn't you?

You should know
I was in New York

the night my boss--
as you call him--
was murdered.

And what about
the messenger?

Well, yes,
she had to go.

Yeah, I guess so.

You must've gotten there
just before me, huh?

Things just seem to
naturally work out
for you, don't they?

Well, I keep hearing that.

Tommy just got lazy--
he lost his vision.

Everyone must have a vision
to keep them going
in the right direction.

Don't you see
it's our responsibility

to--to protect
what we believe in?

We really appreciate you
for switching, um,
the sketch, Jack.

[intense music playing]

[soft chuckle]

Jack, we're just surviving.

We'd lost it.
[chuckles]

You may not believe this,
but Paul's a very
extraordinary man.

You wouldn't understand,
but he knows what I need.

Oh, I believe it, all right.

[photos clatter]

Paul, this is you.

I had to do it for us.

You fucked her for us.

You fucked Krista for us?

I'll explain later.

I don't understand, Paul.

Why did you fuck
Tommy's wife for us?

[Paul] Give me the gun, Ray.

Tell me why.

It means nothing.
just let it go.

No, no.
You used me!

When was it
supposed to be for us, huh?

[Rayanne] Where was
I supposed to
fit in this plan?

[Paul] Trust me,
everything is worked out.

[Rayanne] Why?

[Paul] Don't be ridiculous.

-Give me the gun
-Why?

Rayanne,
you are completely--

I wanted to believe you, Ray.

I did, but...

It was the earrings, you see.

I designed 'em.

One of a kind.

[sighs] How did
this happen, Ray?

Huh?

I'm sorry, Jack.

I am.
[cocks hammer]

Come on, Jack.

Give me the gun.

It's all over, Ray.

I did love you.

[police radio chatter]

[officer] Just take him
to county jail.

Uh, sure.
we're all clear here.

[radio chatter]

[Milon talking indistinctly]

You okay, buddy?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah.

I forgot to give you this.

You need a ride?

Nope. Thanks.

[slow music playing]

[coughs]