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All right, move your hair back.

Drop the shoulder.

Good.

That's it.

Remember... you love safe sex.

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There you go. Right there.

Yo... that's perfect.

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Lose the top.

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That's it.

Love it.

Amy, pop in for a touch up.

Sure.

Phillip, I can't thank you enough

for taking these pictures for me.

My manager, David, said if they're good enough,

the magazine might make it their centerfold.

And, as soon as I heard that,

well, I knew there was only one shooter

that could guarantee a great photograph.

Well, thanks, Audrey,

but a picture is only as good as its model.

So, how could I go wrong?

Sure are beautiful, Miss Elks.

Thank you, dear, you're so sweet.

Just a few more, and then we'll switch outfits.

Phillip, listen.

I wanted to talk to you about

that Sports Monthly shoot.

I heard the magazine has hired you

to shoot all the girls for their special swimsuit issue.

That's right, they have.

As you know,

whoever gets the cover of that issue,

well, they could

practically write their own ticket in this business.

It's launched a few careers, that's for sure.

I need that cover, Phillip.

I'm sure you do,

but so does every other model on that list.

I can't imagine you won't get the cover, Miss Elks.

They'd be foolish not to pick you.

I'm glad you think so, Amy,

but unfortunately,

you're not on the judging committee.

And neither am I.

No... but you're taking the pictures.

And if you could just make sure mine are...

extra special.

Audrey... I like you.

I really do.

But I'm gonna make sure

every single picture I take is beautiful.

Don't stress.

Those other women can't hold a candle to you.

Except for that Jocelyn.

She's my biggest competition.

Are you sure there's nothing

you can do?

I mean, Jocelyn's pictures

don't have to be great, do they?

Audrey, if I do that, I could find myself out of a job.

I give my best on every single assignment.

I'm sorry, Amy,

could you excuse us, please?

I thought we had another wardrobe change to shoot.

It's all right.

I think the session's over.

You can go home.

Okay, Phillip, I'll see you tomorrow.

See you.

Now, If I wasn't mistaken,

I could swear that you were trying to seduce me,

and influence how I shoot models.

Oh, Phillip, whatever gave you that idea?

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All right, the sun's in the perfect position.

The lighting's right.

Let's make this count.

Bring on the sexy.

All right, bring your head up just a little bit.

- Like that? - That's perfect.

You see, David?

Do you see what I'm talking about? Look at her!

That's what I'm up against. Her!

With her perfect smile

and perky breasts.

I know, Audrey.

I'll bet her management doesn't have

her doing floor wax conventions.

Hey, hey, that was a good gig.

Standing behind a booth for four hours

while balding, middle-aged mendiscuss linoleum?

I've had enough, David!

You are overreacting.

No, I think we've talked about this enough.

Audrey, sweetheart.

You can't leave me.

I've been your manager for years.

Oh... I discovered you. I made you.

Yeah? Well, I think it's time for a change.

When you started with me,

you were nothing!

Yeah, that's right!

And I don't wanna end up being nothing.

We got it.

Great shoot.

How did I do, Phillip?

Amazing as always.

The magazine's gonna love these.

I really, really want that cover.

Yeah... everyone does.

I don't think you understand.

I really, really want this.

Listen, I'm just the photographer.

Don't try to fool me, Phillip.

We both know you have influence on the judging committee.

And your pictures are the ones being judged, right?

Come over to my studio tonight.

We'll go over the shots

and discuss it.

I'll be there.

Audrey!

We're ready for you.

Coming.

That's it, David.

I've said all I've got to say.

Pff, okay.

Bitch.

Remember, Phillip, I'm counting on you.

Relax.

It'll be perfect.

What's wrong?

Why are you stopping?

Lost the best light.

Why?

'Cause you spent too long taking pictures of that skank?

No, Audrey, because the sun moves across the sky.

I can't control nature.

Well, what the hell are we supposed to do now?

Let's move down the beach a bit.

We'll get some good light there

in about an hour or so.- An hour?!

You want it to be perfect, right?

Of course.

Then we wait.

( Sighing )

Fine. I'm taking a walk down the beach.

Don't wander too far.

We'll only have the right light for a little bit.

Don't worry, I'll be ready when you are.

Women.

You're only doing it to make her look great.

Try telling her that.

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What are you doing here?

Oh!

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Parker, I got an I.D. on our Vic.

You gonna make me guess, O'Neill?

Audrey Elks.

She's a fashion model.

She's part of a photo shoot that was going on at the beach.

She picked the wrong day to be wandering around the cove.

Yeah, I'd say.

Looks like someone clocked her good.

Mm-hmm, I'm willing to bet

that's the murder weapon right there.

Tag it. Take it back to the lab.

All right.- What do we know about the guy who found her?

His name's David Johnson.

He's Audrey's manager.

He was here today on the shoot.

I got him, the photographer,

the photographer's assistant standing by for questioning.

All right, let's go get some answers.

So, it was time to shoot

and Audrey hadn't shown up yet.

We were losing

lighting and I decided to go look for her.

Parker: Why did she leave?

She said she wanted to take a walk while we were waiting?

Okay, go ahead.

I walk down to the beach

and I go in the direction I saw here leave and...

when I got to the caves,

that's when I found her.

Mr. Johnson, what was your relationship like with Audrey?

What do you mean?

I was her manager.

I understand, but was it

strictly professional?

Okay, it is now.

Or, it was, but it wasn't always.

You had an intimate relationship with her?

What does that have to do with anything?

Would you mind answering the question?

All right, yes.

O'Neill: Why did it end?

She ended it.

Relationships end all the time.

She said she didn't have time for a relationship because

of her busy career.

Did you resent that?

How could I? I respected it.

And there were no problems between you?

No, none at all.

Oh, come on. That's bull shit!

Hey, stay out of this, Philip. - Why?

Sir, you have something you'd like to add?

Yeah, I sure do.

Audrey and him had been fighting over contracts.

That's not true.- Of course it is.

She told me she had her doubts

about you when you first met.

She only signed with you because she was new in town.

She didn't know any better.

Don't be ridiculous.

She signed with me because I was

the only one willing to give here a chance...

and because we had a special chemistry.

How long did you know Miss Elks?

For about two years.

I met Audrey at some party

and I thought she would be good for modeling,

so I was gonna give her a chance.

But it was more than that.

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Gosh, David, this is all happening so fast.

Once you sign on the dotted line,

you can't imagine how fast things will go.

I'll show you places you've never seen before, baby.

Well, here goes nothing.

You understand, Audrey, that I...

I think of you as more than just a client.

Thank you.

I mean, meeting you last night was like a revelation.

I feel the same.

You do?

'Cause I think we can go places together.

Well, I'm in.

Where are we going first?

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So, that's how it began.

Pff, another lie.

How would you know? Were you there?

I know Audrey.

Okay, enough, you too!

What can you tell us about the events of today?

Not a lot. I was working on the girls most of the day.

Girls? Who else was there?

Uh, Jocelyn.

She's one of the other models.

And where is she now?- She left right after the shoot.

Okay, well, we'll need to talk to her,

so what's her full name?

It's just Jocelyn.

You know, like Cher.

It was her thing.

But I can give you her number.

There was one other thing.

Yes?

I saw Audrey and David arguing.

Arguing about what?

I couldn't really hear very much,

but they looked really angry.

Mr. Johnson?

That's nonsense.

We were discussing her schedule.

Sometimes there's conflicts, you know?

I know.

Okay, everyone, listen up.

We're gonna let you go for now, but we will

wanna talk to you again, so please

be sure to make yourselves available.

So, what do you think?

I don't know, could be the manager.

We only have his word that he found her like he said.

Yeah, but why?

If he wanted to keep her under contract,

what good would killing her do?

Well, they were arguing about something.

We find out what that is, maybe we'll have something.

Looks pretty thin.

Paper thin.

Maybe the autopsy will give us

something to go on.

Maybe, but I doubt it.

In the meantime, let's run a background check on our

little group of beachcombers, see what that turns up.

Okay.

O'Neill: Well, Doc, anything?

Not much.

Time of death was between

10:00 and 11:00 a.m.

That fits. Cause of death?

Cerebral hemorrhage caused by blunt force trauma.

Based on the angle, I'd say the perp was right handed.

As suspected,

the rock was the murder weapon.

Hmm. Yeah, this is definitely a crime of opportunity.

The murderer grabbed whatever was available.

Had to be.

No one knew she was gonna be walking down the beach.

Doctor, how much force would be needed

to cause an injury like that?

Not a tremendous amount, but this was no accident.

No, I mean, could it have been a woman?

Nothing rules that out.

Hmm, could've been my ex-wife.

Ha, if that was the case, it would be

you on the slab here instead of her.

Yeah.

Wait... ex-wife?

Yeah, got the paperwork this morning.

You can put a for kin the marriage... it's done.

Sorry, I didn't know.

No, it was bound to happen.

Hey, you guys wanna take this little

soap opera on outside of here?

I got some work to do.

Sorry, doctor.

Don't suppose there's any chance of finger prints on the murder weapon.

Hardly.

We did recover some DNA trace evidence.

Lab's taking a look at it right now.

Don't get your hopes up though.

It's probably from the victim.

Okay. Thanks, doc.

O'Neill: Why are you suggesting a woman?

I thought the manager

was the suspect.

He is,

but I'm starting to wonder about that other model.

Jocelyn?

Yeah, she's the only one whose whereabouts are

completely unknown at the time of the killing...

And she's a fitness model.

Did you contact her?

O'Neill: Yeah, I called the number, left a message.

We gotta find her.

( Phone ringing )

Parker, Homicide.

Okay, Sergeant, we'll be right there.

What is it?

Background checks just came in. Let's go.

Can't believe this is happening.

I know. It's a shock.

And the horrible thing is,

she was so mad at methe last time I saw her.

No, I'm sure she wasn't really angry.

She was just being temperamental.

That's putting it mildly.

I just wanted her to look her best.

Of course you did.

They just never appreciated you.

Phillip, listen, you're the real genius here,

not the girls in front of the lens.

You can make anyone a star.

I know you can.

Maybe, but Audrey was different.

She was special, hmm?

Yeah.

I'm just hoping they... Hope what?

I hope they don't suspect me, 'cause of our relationship.

Ha, I'd hardly call what you had a relationship.

( Knocking )

Phillip, I heard about what happened.

How are you holding up?

I'm okay.

Amy, could you excuse us for a minute?

I need to speak to Phillip in private.

Phillip?

It's fine.

It's such a tragedy.

I know.

I can't believe anyone would do something like this.

Everyone loved Audrey.

Of course.

Now, tell me.

What's gonna happen with the cover shoot

now that Audrey's, well, gone.

How could you ask something like that?

At a time like this?

Of course, how stupid of me.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Oh, let me help.

Everything's gonna be all right.

I'm here if you need me.

Why?

Because I care about you.

I always have.

You need to stop thinking about this for a while.

You need a break.

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Amy: Phillip, the police are here to see you.

Oh, damn it!

They've been trying to get a hold of me all day.

I'm just not up for talking to them right now.

You understand.

I do, but eventually you're gonna have to talk to them.

Yeah, just not right now.

Please don't tell them I was here.

I'll go out the back way.

All right.

Thanks so much.

Send them in, Amy.

Can I help you, officers?

Yeah, we just have a few follow up questions.

Go ahead.

We've been doing some checking and it

seems you have quite the reputation.

What's that supposed to mean?- It means there's a string

of broken hearts across town with your name on it.

Ha... that's ridiculous.

I mean, I went out with some of the models, but...

Audrey was different.

Did you date Audrey?

I don't call it dating, exactly.

Then, what would you call it, exactly?

Look, I loved Audrey.

It was very clear that she was only interested in what

I could do for her career.

Did that upset you? Make you jealous?

Ha, of course not.

I did whatever I could for her.

I loved her.

Didn't matter that she didn't she love me back.

Hmm, I know what you mean.

Okay, that will be all for now.

If we could have the room,

we'd like to talk to Amy now.

Yeah, just lock it up.

Sure thing. Good night, Phillip.

Now, Amy, how long have you worked for Phillip?

Almost three years.

And how well did you know Audrey?

Pretty well.

As good as anyone knew her, I guess... professionally.

As a make-up artist, you obviously work with the models a lot, right?

That's right.

Did Audrey tell you about anybody that

wanted to hurt her?

Any enemies she might have had?

Not really, you know,

the modeling business is pretty dog eat dog.

You know, everyone's after the same gig.

Anyone in particular Audrey didn't get along with?

Just one... Jocelyn.

What was their beef?

Audrey found out some things about Jocelyn.

You know, things that Jocelyn didn't want

anyone to know... the sort of things

that could really ruin her career.

And I think Audrey was about to reveal all that

to hurt Jocelyn's chance at the cover.

What kind of things?

( Music playing )

Announcer: And now, gentlemen,

let's give it up for Jasmine.

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♪ She's a thorn in my side ♪

♪ Everything around her dies ♪

♪ Drama queen, a bit too much ♪

♪ Makes you turn to stone from just one touch ♪

♪ Turn to stone ♪

♪ From just one touch, oh, yeah ♪

♪ Little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Even though she's so beautiful ♪

♪ Making everything so difficult ♪

♪ She's little Miss ♪

♪ Miserable, oh, yeah ♪

♪ She's got a heart that's completely black ♪

♪ Bad things, she attracts ♪

♪ Your happiness is ripped and torn ♪

♪ She'll make you wish you were never born ♪

♪ Make you wish you were ♪

♪ Never born, oh, yeah ♪

♪ She's little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Can't believe all the stunts she pulls ♪

♪ She comes across so pitiful ♪

♪ She's little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ She'll pull you in ♪

♪ To her negative energy ♪

♪ Then she begins ♪

♪ To rip you to pieces ♪

♪ Rip you to ♪

♪ Pieces... ♪

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♪ She's little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Even though she's so beautiful ♪

♪ Making everything so difficult ♪

♪ She's little Miss Miserable, oh, yeah ♪

♪ Little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Can't believe all the stunts she pulls ♪

♪ She comes across so pitiful ♪

♪ She's little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Little Miss ♪

♪ Miserable, oh, yeah ♪

What are you guys doing here?

Have a seat, "Jasmine."

We have a lot to talk about.

( Sighing )

Okay, so you guys know.

I'm a stripper.

What's the big deal?

It pays my rent, you know.

Yeah, I bet it does.

Did you know Audrey was aware of your little side gig here?

That she was threatening to expose you.

That would cost you some lucrative

contracts, I'm sure,

not to mention a chance at that magazine cover.

Is that why you, uh...

knocked her off?

What century are you guys living in?

No one in this business gives

a rat's ass that I do this.

And even if it made the 10:00 news,

it's not worth killing someone over.

But the getting the Sports Monthly swimsuit cover

would certainly help get you out of this place, right?

You're damn right it would.

Yeah, and Audrey was your biggest competition.

You guys are barking up the wrong tree.

Every girl in this business is

my biggest competition.

When Audrey was killed, I'd already left the beach.

I was on my phone booking the next gig.

You can check my phone records.

Oh, we already did.

But it's your cell phone.

There's no way to know exactly

where you were when you made that call.

I pinged a cell tower that covers a pretty large area.

Yeah, I have a great provider.

Look,

let me save you guys some time

and tell you who killed her.

It's that guy David.

Audrey's manager?

Yeah, he's a real scum bag.

Tried to manage me a few years ago,

and I was not having any of it.

He was busier trying to get into my pants

than he ever was managing me.

I'm sure it was the same for Audrey.

And if she got fed up with it too, well,

I wouldn't put it past him to bash her head in.

Thanks for your insight.

Look, I gotta get back to work.

These dollar bills aren't gonna jump on the rails themselves.

I guess you know whereto find me if you need me.

So?

Back to square one?

Our initial suspect?

Maybe.

We'll talk to him in the morning.

Yeah, but not first thing,

'cause I gotta drop some paper work at my lawyer's office.

Sorry.

I imagine it's been tough on you.

I mean, she just never told me why, you know?

Why I wasn't enough.

It's the job.

I can't tell you how many marriages

go south in the department.

That's why I never got married.

What's the point? It's just gonna end like all the others.

Yeah, well, you're the smart one.

Let's get out of here.

( Knocking on door )

Mr. Johnson,

we'd like to talk to you if you have a minute.

Do we really have to do this now?

I'm in kind of a rush.

We just have a few questions.

It won't take long.

( Sighing )All right.

Come on in.

Let's make this quick, please.

I got places to be.

Sure, Mr. Johnson.

We met this morning with a representative

from the Triangle Modeling Agency.

Really?

And, as you know,

they're one of the largest modeling agencies in town.

( Chuckling )

I'm aware of that.

Well, they shared something very interesting with me.

Did you know that Audrey had contacted them a few weeks ago

and they set up an appointment to meet with her

a few days from now, regarding new representation?

Yeah, so what?

Care to revise your earlier statement, Mr. Johnson?

Of course not.

She was just trying to light a fire under my ass,

so I'd work harder for her.

Some girls do that.

That doesn't mean I killed her.

Audrey was on her way up,

and you're strictly small time.

That's why she wanted to leave.

I couldn't get her the contracts

or the endorsements that she wanted.

She didn't warrant them.

She wasn't a big enough player.

Every girl thinks she's a super model,

but most of them are just kidding themselves.

This morning, when I met with Triangle Modeling,

they shared this with me.

It's a recording of

a voice mail they say you left them three days ago.

Johnson on tape: Listen to me, you son of a bitch!

Audrey Elks is my client.

If you keep trying to poach her,

there will be serious hell to pay.

"Serious hell to pay?"

I meant legal hell.

Jesus Christ!

Audrey and I had an iron-clad contract.

I told those guys at Triangle that I would sue them

for everything they had.

Well, we also accessed Audrey's cell phone

voice mail, and we found this.

Johnson on tape: What the hell is your problem?

You were nothing when I found you, nothing!

And if you try to walk out on our contract,

believe me, I'll make you nothing again.

You hear me, you little bitch?!

Well, I...

David Johnson, you are under arrest for the murder of Audrey Elks.

You have the right to remain silent.

You're crazy!

This isn't even circumstantial evidence.

My lawyer will have me out in an hour.

Sir, you have the right to remain silent.

I suggest you use it.

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Hello.

Amy, It's Phillip.

Did you hear?

Hear what?

They arrested David for Audrey's murder.

David?

Really? Are you sure?

Yeah, I knew it was him. I told you so.

I guess you were right.

I wonder what kind of evidence they have against him.

I'm not sure, but they've arrested him,

so they must have something.

I guess so.

Listen, how about I come over the relater tonight?

You can fill me in on the details.

Sure, I'm at the studio.

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Mmm, another.

O'Neill.

Hey.

Got your message. What's up?

Nothing's up.

I just thought you might want to join me

in celebrating our arrest in our homicide case.

Uh, bartender.

A drink for this beautiful, lovely lady.

I'll have a beer.

Looks like you got an early start.

How many is that for you?

Uh... who's counting?

Somehow, I get the feeling this isn't a celebration.

Uh, why not?

The killer's in custody, a beautiful girl's

murder is solved, my ex-wife

moved in with her new boyfriend.

Yeah, now I know why.

Look... No, no, it's fine.

I'm moving on to bigger and better things.

Yep. Honestly. Cheers.

All right. That's the right attitude to have.

Exactly.

Besides, it's her loss anyway,

letting a great guy like you go.

You think so?

Yeah, I've always thought...

Well, it's her loss. That's all I'm saying.

Yeah, thanks.

We should get some shots.

Uh, don't you think maybe you've

done enough celebrating for one night?

Yeah, uh, let's get out of here.

Oh!

Whoa!- Sorry.

You okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, let's go. My car's right outside.

Okay, I don't think you're gonna be doing any driving tonight.

I'm gonna take you home, okay?

You are? - Come on.

Really? All right.

I want a drink so much.

I guess I'm seriously hammered.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I'm fine.

Okay.

I bet your ex-wife never did this for you.

I've never been this drunk around my ex-wife.

( Sighing )

Come on.

You can't go to sleep with your clothes on.

No, Parker, I got this.

I don't need this.

Parker...

Parker, I... Shut up.

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Phillip?

Have you learned anything else?

Nah.

They arrested David this morning.

Apparently, he had been threatening Audrey.

I knew something was up with him when I saw them

arguing on the beach.

Yeah, well, at least she got some justice.

You took these?

They're beautiful.

She was beautiful.

You've photographed a lot of

beautiful women over the years, but

I always suspected that she was special to you somehow.

Yes she was.

But, all those other women?

They didn't mean anything.

That's what I thought.

Listen, there's something I've been meaning

to tell you for quite some time.

What is it?

We've worked together for almost three years now

and I'd like to think that we're close.

Of course we are.

You can tell me anything.

Well, I... I love you, Phillip.

And I know that I'm not as beautiful

and I'm not as sexy as

all the models that you're used to dating, but...

Don't be silly.

What?

You are just as beautiful,

and just as sexy.

Well, that was unexpected.

Yeah... You don't regret it, do...

Not a bit.

Okay, good. Neither do I.

I don't know what this is gonna do to our working relationship.

You know the department rules.

What the captain doesn't know can't hurt him.

Fine by me.

( Phone ringing )

Is that you?

No, it must be you.

Parker, homicide.

No, no, you're not disturbing me.

What can I do for you?

Lab results are in.

They got a DNA hit on your murder weapon.

On the rock?

( Whispering ) A DNA hit.

Okay, and whose was it?

What?

Okay, thanks.

What? What is it?

We got the wrong guy.

It wasn't David Johnson's DNA on the murder weapon.

Then whose is it?

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Hope this doesn't mean

we can't work together anymore.

Of course not.

What would I be without my trusty assistant?

It's just, I know that sometimes,

you know, couples have a hard time

working together.

Couples?

Well, yeah.

Amy, I'm sorry to give you the wrong impression.

I mean, this was nice, but that's it.

What are you saying? We just... Yeah.

It was great.

Maybe we can do it again sometime.

Maybe?

I don't know what you think this was gonna lead to.

I told you that I loved you.

Yeah, that was sweet.

Sweet? I just gave myself to you.

Amy, come on now.

Do you have any idea what

I've done for you?

Whoa! Just hold on a minute.

I've slaved away for you.

I've put with all of your

bimbo models that you were

screwing left and right.

Could we talk about this please? You don't need the gun.

I killed her for you.

You what?

She didn't love you, Phillip.

Not like I do.

And you were falling for her.

I could tell.

I couldn't allow that.

My God, Amy.

What have you done?

I'm sorry, Phillip.

I mean, if I can't have you, then...

( cocking pistol )

no one can.

Hold it!

So, it's as simple as that? Jealousy?

Oldest motive in the book.

Well, it wasn't that simple.

When we ran a background check on Amy,

we found that her real name is Monica Renfield.

She had a rap sheet going back quite a ways.

She was charged multiple times

for harassment upstate.

Court psychologist diagnosed her with

having an obsessive personality.

And she was obsessed with this photographer?

He was in love Audrey.

She could handle all his flings with the other models,

but she couldn't handle that.

Love can make you do some pretty crazy things.

Yeah, it can.

( Phone ringing )

Parker, homicide.

Right. We're on our way.

What is it?

One case closed, another one opens.

Come on, O'Neill.

We got a dead body just turned up on the west side.

No rest for the wicked.

See ya, doc.

Pleasant dreams, my dear.

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