All language subtitles for Facing.the.Enemy.2001.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

- Freeze, you're under arrest!

- You'll never catch me!

- Got ya!

- No way!

You can't hurt me, I'm wearing my vest.

- I got special bullets.

Hey, I wanna show ya something.

Wait right here.

- Hey, you need any help?

- Hi, I thought you were on the computer.

- Nah, just goofin' around.

- Hmm.

You know what?

You could help me cut some carrots.

I forgot to ask you.
- Hm?

- Did you talk to Lieutenant
Runyon about November?

- Yeah, he said it's too early

to make any kind of commitments.

You know, too many high priority cases

and not enough man power,
blah, blah, blah, blah.

- You better.

Here, let me have those.

- Mm, it's good.

How much longer?

- What is it?

- It's a secret.

- So, you still wanna
go to the Grand Canyon?

- Yeah, we could start there.

- Start there?

What, are we gonna take a tour
of the West United States?

- This is the gun Dad
uses to catch real crooks.

- You're gonna get in trouble.

- Oh, hot!

Hot!

But it's got those little onions I like.

Mmm.

- Taste good?
- Mm hmm.

Maybe a little salt.

- Dad says I'm gonna
be a policeman one day,

just like him.

- Is it loaded?

- Nah, don't think so.

You know, take the bullets
out at the police station.

See?

Doesn't move.

- Do you think Jeffrey
wants to stay for dinner?

- I don't know.

I'll ask him.

They're out there, right?

- Yeah.

I'll call his mom.

- What's this do?

- Kevin!

No!

Yeah?

- Hey Griff,
we got a double homicide,

24th Avenue.

Sorry to wake you like this.

- Yeah, give me 10 minutes to get dressed.

Oh.

- Ma'am, I know
this is very traumatic

but we have to follow
our standard procedure.

- Good morning, Cass.

- Murder suicide.

Charming way to start the day, huh?

- Yep.

- Is there anything else you can tell me

about their relationship?

Were they having any kind of financial?

- They got names?

- William and Priscilla Vicaro.

- What about the water works outside?

- The female victim's sister
discovered the bodies.

ME and forensics should
be here any minute.

I hate working these spousal homicides.

- Another fight with your ex, huh?

- That has nothing to do with it.

It just depresses me that
those two people in there

stood before God and promised
to love each other forever.

- Yeah, don't talk to me about God.

This shit wouldn't happen if people

learned how to control their emotions.

- I can't argue with that.

See you later.
- Yep.

Sorry.

Hey.

- Hi.

Oh, I can't do this.

I can't do this.

- You can't do what, Olivia?

You can't make love to your own husband?

- If we have sex, everything will be fine,

isn't that what you think?

- I don't know what I think.

You know, I don't even know
what to say to you anymore.

What is it that you want?

- I want our son back.

- Well he's not coming back.

And nothing you say or
do is gonna change that.

And the sooner you realize that,

the sooner you can get
on with your own life.

It's been a year.

Enough is enough.

- And in all that time you
haven't been to the cemetery,

Griff.

Not once.

What are you afraid of?

- Enough.

- Griff, what are you doing?

- What I should've done a long time ago.

- No!
- Give that back.

- No, no, Griff, please!

- No, Oliva!

Olivia, stop it!

- Let go of me.

Griff?

- I'm leaving.

I don't wanna hurt you, Olivia.

No matter what you think,
I still love you very much.

- Is that what you call
this, an act of love?

- Christ, I don't know what it is.

I just know we can't keep
livin' like this anymore.

- Well maybe you should leave.

You left a long time ago anyway.

- You don't get it, do you?

This isn't about me, this is about you.

Things are never gonna be right between us

till you stop blamin'
me for Kevin's death.

- That is not true!
- Ah, it is true.

You throw it in my face every
day with that shrine in there.

- What I blame you for
is not being there for me

when I needed you the most.

Griff, after the accident,
it was like you shut down.

You didn't feel anything.

And you wanted me not
to feel anything too.

And I can't do
that, I'm not a machine.

- He was my son.

- I know.

- And I loved him, and I mourn for him.

But I will be god damned if
I'm gonna mourn my life away.

- What's with you today?

You look like shit.

Oh, no, no, no, no, you tell
me now or tell me later.

- You're a pain in the ass, you know that?

- I know, now sing.

- I moved out last night.

- Yeah, that was a dumb ass thing to do.

- Oh Christ, this from a woman

who's still payin' off her divorce lawyer.

- Yeah, so learn from my mistakes.

- Coroner's report on the Vicaros.

- Thanks, Benny.
- Just came in.

- Well?

- The coroner's report
says a murder suicide

is the probable causes of death.

- Right, let's put this puppy to bed.

- I'd be happy to, except for one thing.

- What's that?

- I'm not convinced it was murder suicide.

- Another Griff hunch?

Well, you've earned the
benefit of the doubt.

Let's hear it.

- All right.

Priscilla Vicaro was facing
her attacker when she was shot.

- Yeah, so?

- So, how many of these spouse shootings

have we investigated?

- Enough.
- Exactly.

And how many times was the
victim shot from the front?

- I'd have to look it up.

- Don't bother, I already did.

Almost never.

Either they're shot while they're asleep,

or they're shot from behind,

which makes perfect sense to me

'cause if you're gonna
do away with the person

that you shared your bed, your life with,

odds are the last thing you wanna be doin'

is lookin' them in the eye
when you pull the trigger.

Only a cold-blooded killer could do that.

I just don't think we should be too quick

to close the books on this.

- Am I your whore, Teddy?

- What are you talkin' about?

- We have sex, and then
you go home to your wife.

What else do you call it?

- You know I don't love her.

- Then why don't you leave her?

- Look, I've explained all this to you.

If I did that, it'd be financial suicide.

- If you love me, Teddy,

if you really love me.

- My wife has me by the balls.

You know, if I divorce
her, I lose everything.

- Well,

Teddy,

there is another way.

Harlan?

- So?

- No problems.

- I love you, angel.

- I love you too.

- Good girl.

Tell me something,

when you're with those other men, hm,

are you thinkin' of me?

- I couldn't do it otherwise.

- Good.

Drives me crazy.

Thinking of you, with another man,

part of me wants to bust right in there

and strangle him on the spot.

But then I remember that it's
all for the greater good,

and when all is said and done,

you're mine.

- Olivia, you have a visitor.

- Hey.

Sorry to barge in on you like this.

How you doin'?

- Okay, hangin' in there.

- Yeah, me too.

Listen, there's somethin' I
need to talk to you about.

You got a minute?

- All right.

Let's just sit over here.

- You know, it's Benny and
Janice's wedding on the 12th,

and we told 'em we'd go, so,

I was wondering what you wanna do

because if you still wanna go,

I was thinkin' that maybe we'd go together

to avoid any kind of
awkwardness or embarrassment.

- Is that what you really
came here to talk to me about?

- Yeah, yeah.

You know, it just came up.

We gotta let 'em know.

- Griff, I don't know.

I don't think it's such a good idea.

- Why?

- Because we're not a couple right now,

and if we start pretending that we are,

it'll just confuse things.

Look, maybe I shouldn't go, okay?

It'll be easier on everybody.

- Geez, Olivia, where's the harm

in us just bein' together
for a little bit?

- The harm is in us being together

just when it's convenient for you.

It just hurts too much
for me to do that, Griff.

You know, things need to change first.

Until they do,

I'm sorry.

- I don't know, Teddy.

Maybe we should just
call the whole thing off.

- No, I wanna go through with it.

I just, wanna be sure
I can trust this guy.

- Well, I don't know.

He, um, I told you,

he's an ex-marine and he's
a friend of my cousin's.

I don't know, he can do it, he can.

- Let's not waste anybody's time, huh?

Is there a night next week

when your wife is home alone?

- Thursday, it's Thursday.

- Okay, here's the deal.

On Thursday next, I
deliver you one dead wife.

I'll make it look like she was killed

during a robbery attempt,
nice and neat, no loose ends.

I need a recent photo of
her, a key to your house,

the security code, and $250,000 dollars.

You can afford it.

Insurance alone will
cover it, and much more.

It's a sweet deal.

You get everything you want,

a clean break from your
wife, most all the money,

and that gorgeous creature
in your car over there.

Are you gonna walk away from it

over a few thousand dollars?

'Cause I will not pass this way again.

Are you in?

- Yeah.

- Good.

Now listen carefully,
'cause here's what you do.

- I understand your
point about the gunshots

but I'm not sure you got a case here.

- Look, I'm tellin' you,
things don't add up.

Like the murder weapon, it's hocked.

The dealer was some
punk from Boyle Heights.

- Boyle Heights, so what?

- So how often do you see an Armani suit

slummin' down in Boyle
Heights for a .38, huh?

- Who knows why anybody
does anything anymore.

What else you got?

- Those.

- Hmm.

Give's this month's centerfold
a run for her money.

Hm.

Where'd you get these?

- Vicaro's office, under lock and key.

Apparently for private viewing only.

- So he was havin' some tail on the sly.

What's it prove?

- What it proves is that no
balding middle-age millionaire

getting fuckin' tail like that

is gonna put a bullet in his own brain.

And on top of that, the guy's
got a two-million dollar

life insurance policy on his wife.

- Sounds like a good reason to cap her.

- Yeah, and two million
reasons not to cap himself.

- You haven't said anything yet.

- This is Griff's play.

- Okay, so?

What's your gut say?

- No way this is murder suicide.

It's a double homicide.

- What are you doing home?

Thought you were in Vegas.

- My plans changed.
- Why?

- They just changed, that's all.

- Huh, you're in a pissy mood.

What happened?

Your little tramp didn't show up?

- Sorry, took longer than I expected.

She wasn't home when I got here.

Had to wait around.

- God, what have I done?

- It's better if you don't look.

- What are you doing here?

- I told you to wait in the car.

You're supposed to be keeping watch.

- You, you were taking
so long, I got worried.

Ted.

- Come on, let's go.

You weren't supposed to be there, Nikki.

You should never have seen that.

Think of the money, baby.

That's freedom, that's power.

That's the good life, and
it's all in that briefcase,

just waitin' for us.

That's good.

You think on that, okay?

And nothin' else, angel.

- Homicide, McCleary.
- Hey, it's Bob.

- Hey, Bob, what's up?

- There's another murder suicide--

- What?

Uh huh, got it.

Yeah, tell me somethin'.
- Uh huh?

- How was she shot?

- Right through the
heart, from the front.

- All right, all right,
talk to you soon, bye.

We got another murder suicide,

this one up in Santa Barbara.

Some fat cat named Ted
Galloway and his wife.

- Holy shit.

- We're gonna coordinate our investigation

with the department up there.

Oh, by the way, Galloway's wife was shot

through the heart, from the front.

- And that, of course, is a direct flight?

Palm Beach.

That's the flight number?

And it is an open return?

Thank you.

Indeed.

- Harlan, what are you doing?

You said we were driving to Mexico.

- We're not going to Mexico, not just yet.

- Well, where are we going then?

- Well, I'm goin' to Palm Beach.

And you,

I'm trusting you to stay
here and enjoy yourself

until I get back.

- What about our plans?

- Our plans have changed.

One more big payday, and
we will be on easy street.

- One more?

No, no, you said this
was the last one, right?

You promised.

- I know, I'm sorry.

I'll make it up to you.

Palm Beach could be
prime territory for us,

but I need to check it out first,

before we make the commitment.

- No, I can't do it, I can't,
I can't do it, I can't do it.

After last night, I can't--

- Look, angel, the way you feel right now

is to be expected.

The first time you experience
something like that

is very upsetting.

- Look, can't we just go somewhere nice?

Anywhere, just, it doesn't
have to be Mexico, okay?

Somewhere we can be together.

- It's just not possible right now, Nikki.

Our finances, they won't permit it.

- It was supposed to be the last time.

You promised!

You lied!

God, you say you love me.

What is that, is that a lie too?

Huh?
- Hey.

Do you remember what it
was like before you met me?

You were screwing your way to oblivion.

You had nothing.

You were going nowhere.

But now, you're a lady of
beauty and style, and class.

People notice you.

When you walk into a room,
heads turn, I've seen it.

You bring men of means to their knees.

They worship you.

They kill for you.

They even die for you.

Now I love you very much.

And if you doubt that,

you hurt me very much.

- Hello.

- It's, uh, it's me, Mom, it's Nikki.

Mama?

- Where are you?

- Well, I'm really close by, I'm in LA.

I was thinking, maybe I
could come up and see you.

- Don't want you comin' here.

- Please.

Mama, things are really different now.

I've got lots of money, and--

- I don't want your dirty money.

- But I could help you out.

- Didn't concern yourself with me

when you took up with that evil man.

Don't concern yourself with me now.

- Hey.

- What's up?

- Well first we find
out the two blonde hairs

on Galloway's shirt aren't his wife's,

and then this.

The gun was stolen, just like Vicaro's.

You know, somebody better alert the media

because apparently we've got an epidemic

of fat cats snuffin' their
wives and then themselves

with stolen guns.

A murder suicide, my ass!

- Well, well, it's been a while

since I've seen you flash
those pearly whites.

And to think, all it took was
a pair of double homicides.

- Yeah, somethin' to live for.

Work's all I can count on these days.

The rest of my life is pretty much fucked.

- Oh, uh, Galloway's phone records

shows multiple calls to
the same cell phone number,

including three times on the day he died.

We tried hooking up with the cell's owner,

but it seems the name
on the contract is fake.

The billing address is
a PO box in Ventura,

same phony name.

- They put a trace on the phone?

- Yeah, and not only that,
the phone was operative

when they triangulated.

They pinpointed a location.

It's right in our
backyard, Topanga Canyon.

Someone has to canvas.

- Yeah, I'll do it.

- Good.

- I'll be damned.

The centerfold.

The house in Topanga's
leased to a Jack Dobbins.

- It's an alias?

- Yeah, most likely.

The leasing agent never met him,

said all of the transactions took place

by the phone or mail.

- You're sure this woman is her?

- If it's not her, it's her twin sister.

- Ooh, twin centerfolds.

There's an image guaranteed
to put a smile on your face.

Well bring her in, grill her.

- I'm not sure that's a smart play.

Look, if she is working with someone,

we could tip off her
accomplice, lose 'em both.

Just let me, let me dog
her for a couple days,

see where she leads us.

Don't worry, if she slips up,

I'll be right there to catch her.

- I bet you will.

- Hey, beautiful.

Name's Brett.

You are?

- Not interested.

- Goin' home, babe?

What's the matter, bitch?

Won't even talk to me?

- Fuck off.

- You fuck off, bitch, huh?

- Don't!

Don't touch me, get off of me!

- Hey, take a hike, pal.

- Oh yeah?

Who's gonna make me?

- I'm gonna give you one
more chance to walk away,

and then I'm gonna break your legs.

You got it?

You okay, Miss?

- Ye-yeah.

Yeah.

- Are you okay to drive home?

- I don't wanna go home.

- You, uh, you got a little uh...

Yeah.

- So I guess I should, um,
thank you for saving me.

I don't really know why you bothered.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Just means I should've
listened to my mother,

and never left Yucaipa.

- What?

- I like your eyes.

The eyes are the window to the soul.

I heard that on TV.

- Yeah, I think
we all heard that on TV.

So what do you see in my, my windows?

- A nice guy.

- Yeah, maybe
you should look again.

- No.

No, I've looked into a lot of men's eyes.

I know it when I see it, and
I don't see it that much.

- Well, maybe you're hangin'
out with the wrong kinda guys.

Are you married?

So how come you're out alone tonight?

- He's away on business.

- What kind of business?

- Why do you ask so many questions?

- Just making conversation.

- Okay.

Are you married?

- Separated.

- How come?

- That's a tough one.

To tell you the truth, you know,

I don't even like to think about it.

- 'Cause you stopped loving each other?

- No.

- Well, what then?

I mean, what did you, did you do something

to make her stop trusting you, or?

- You know, why do you assume
that it was my fault, huh?

- Was it?

- Well now you're asking
too many questions.

Just, drink your hot chocolate, huh?

- People do some really stupid
things for love, don't they?

Things they have to live with
for the rest of their lives.

And sometimes that living
just gets a little too hard.

- Yeah.

Listen, it's gettin' late.

I'm gonna head out.

You pull yourself together,
you're gonna be fine.

I'll see you around, Nikki.

- Wait, wait.

Where are you going?

- Home.

- Look, I really don't wanna
be alone tonight, okay?

I can't.

Can I, um,

can I come with you?

- No.

- Please?

- I don't think that'd be a good idea.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

You don't know how sorry.

- Okay, I followed you.

Don't be mad.

Can I come in?

Please, don't send me away.

- Yeah.

Yeah, come on in.

Come on in.

Oh boy.

I wasn't really expecting anybody.

Can I get you somethin'?

I'm a cop.

Those pictures were
taken by William Vicaro.

- What?

You mean all this time--

- Nikki, listen to me.

- God, what are you doing?

You mean, you, you fuck me
and then you wanna arrest me?

Is that how you work?

- No, no, hey, listen, listen.

What happened tonight, it
should never have happened.

It was wrong, I know that,
I know that, I'm sorry.

But listen, if you let me, I can help you.

- Oh Christ, you're such a god damn liar,

just like every other man I've ever known!

- No, no, I am not a liar and
I'm not gonna bullshit you.

You're in a lotta trouble.

Four people are dead, and you
are smack in the middle of it.

Now you give up the shooter,
I promise you a square deal.

- No.

- Ah, come on, Nikki, you
didn't kill those people.

You know it, and I know it.

Somebody else pulled the trigger.

Who was it, huh?

Was it your husband?

Is he the shooter?

- Why should I tell you anything?

- Because I am all you got!

Because this thing is gonna eat you alive.

You think your husband,
he cares about this?

You think he really cares about you?

- Shut up!

- Don't throw your life away for this guy.

- No, don't!

Don't you come near
me, don't you touch me!

Don't you ever touch me again, ever!

You fucking pig.

Oh my God.

You're all the same.

I can't trust anybody.

Everything's so fucked up, all fucked up.

- Just gonna get you somethin' to drink.

- What the hell were you thinkin', Griff?

- I don't know.

- Well, you're in deep, my friend.

Real deep.

- Griff.

- What the fuck are you doing here?

- I'm waitin' on our boy.

- Our boy?

- The killer.

- My God, Griff, do you
realize what you've done?

- Not interested in hearin' my side, huh?

- You don't have one.

- Oh yeah, that's a nice way
to stick up for your partner.

- Oh bullshit.

You crossed a line.

You let your dick do the thinking.

Look, things are about to
get really bad for you.

You're gonna be suspended,
there's gonna be a hearing.

Don't make it any worse
than it already is.

As far as I'm concerned, I never saw you.

You were never here, now go.

- Oh, yeah.

There's a bag of money in the bedroom,

among other things.

- Olivia.
- Hi, Anita.

- Honey.

I'm so sorry.

- The apartment's down
the way, about two blocks.

I think it's a tan building.

- A couple of blocks?

Thanks, pal.

- Yeah?

- Did you sleep with her?

- Olivia.

- Griff, don't lie to me.

Please, don't make it any worse.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I slept with her.

I made a mistake, Olivia.

I made,

God, I made a terrible mistake.

And I'm gonna be payin' for
it for a long, long time.

And I can't explain to you why I did it,

but I know that I didn't
do it to hurt you.

- No, of course not.

You love me.

I know that, because
that's what you told me

right before you ran out on me.

- I do love you, Olivia.

- You don't even know what the word means.

- Olivia.

- You cheat on me, it's in the newspaper,

people at work have to tell me about it.

Oh Griff, how could you do this?

Please, just don't say anything else.

I can't stand it.

- Yeah?

- She was very
beautiful, wasn't she?

You just had to fuck her.

- Who the hell is this?

- Yeah, you fucked her,
and then you murdered her.

You shouldn't have done that to me, cop.

You'll live to regret it.

- Her blood is on your hands.

- Hey, save your breath.

You'll need it.

This is between you and me now.

- Hey, I'm right here, come and get me.

- Oh, I'll get you, but in my own time,

and in my own way.

- Come on, please don't do this to me.

Oh.

- Need some help?

- My car won't start.

- Oh, well, let me see what I can do.

Pop the hood.

Okay, try it now.

- Thank you so much.

- No problem, it was
just a loose coil wire.

- Agh, I don't know anything about cars.

- Well, it was a good thing I was using

that payphone in there.

So, were you just at the restaurant?

- Yeah, I work there.

- How's the food?

- It's good old fashioned home cooking.

Well, not so good if you're on a diet.

- Oh, I sure miss home cooking.

Oh, my name's Jack, by the way.

- Olivia.

- Olivia, beautiful name.

- Thank you.

- So maybe I'll stop
by for lunch sometime.

- Free pie on the house, best in town.

- Then I'll definitely stop in.

- The name on her ID is Laura Talbot,

but you can forget about it.

We found four other fake IDs,

each one of 'em different last names.

- I told ya, she used the
name Nikki, at least with me.

What about the prints you pulled

from the house in Topanga?

- Uh, two sets, one hers.

I ran 'em through our
system, Western, Federal.

Nothing so far.

- What about this?

- Ah, found that in her purse.

- You check the passenger list?

- Mm hm, everyone checks out
except for one male passenger,

and no one can find him.

- One guess who that is.

- Kept a pretty low profile.

Nobody even remembers him.

- She said he was away on business.

- Well let's hope not.

- A lotta hits on her cell phone.

- Checked 'em all, a whole lotta nothing.

A couple of 'em didn't answer,

one in Santa Monica, one in Yucaipa.

Ah, I'll try 'em again tomorrow,

but you know how it is, Griff.

With you gone, I've got
double the workload.

I mean, Runyon is dragging his heels

about bringing in someone new.

Just gonna have to get
to it when I get to it.

- Yeah.

Good morning, it's Griffin McCleary.

How ya doin', my friend?

- Hey man.

- Listen, I need your help.

I'm workin' on a homicide.

I got a number up in
Yucaipa with no address.

Can you get that for me?
- No problem.

- Mama, I'm sorry for everything.

Forgive me for my sins.

You were right about Harlan.

I'll find a way to leave him, I promise.

Harlan.

- 911.
- Yeah.

A woman's been murdered.

44 Birch Lane.
- Excuse me, sir?

Could I please have your name?

Sir?

- Hi.

- Jack, right?
- Mm hm.

- Hi.

- How's that car of yours running?

- Oh, great, it started right
up this morning, thank you.

- Oh terrific.

Well I've been thinkin' about that pie.

Does the offer still stand?

- You bet.

Let me get you seated.

- Great.

So, what's the best pie on the menu?

- Oh, chocolate.

- Uh oh, you got my number.

- Have a seat.
- Lovely.

- I'll go get your waitress.

- Thank you.

Hold on a second.

To be honest, I didn't
come here just to eat.

How do I put this?

Olivia, I was hoping maybe
you'd come out to dinner

with me sometime.

- Oh, I--

- Nothing fancy, just a bite to eat.

- That's very kind of
you, but I really can't.

- Of course, I understand.

You don't have to explain.

I mean, we just met, you
don't know anything about me.

- It's not that.

I'm married.

- Oh, I didn't realize.

I didn't notice a ring.

- Well, we're sorta separated.

But I'm not dating.

- Is he?

I'm sorry, that's absolutely
none of my business.

- That's all right.

Enjoy your pie.

- Olivia, please, let
me clarify something.

I think I've given you
the wrong impression.

I wasn't angling for a date.

- Really?

Dinner's not a date?

- Well, it can be, sure.

But in this case, dinner simply means

good conversation and good food.

- Look, Jack, you're a really sweet guy

and I very much appreciate
you helping me yesterday,

but, I'm gonna have to say no.

- Of course, I understand.

But should you change your
mind, you know where I'm seated.

I'll be over there
drowning my disappointment

in chocolate pie.

- Jack.

Maybe there's no harm in one dinner.

- No, none at all.

- Yeah.

- Oh good, I was afraid I missed you.

Sad about Dolly Dixon, wasn't it?

Shot herself in the head.

- How many more have to die?

- Just one.
- Ah, don't count on it,

Harlan.

- Well, you know my first name.

- It's just a matter of time now.

- Too bad, for you, Griff.

Time is what you don't have.

- You're a sick son of
a bitch, you know that?

Irene.

- Good seeing you again, Griff.

- Thank you for coming
on such short notice.

- Always got to help.

- Sad about
Dolly Dixon, wasn't it?

Shot herself in the head.

- How many more have to die?

- Just one.
- Ah, don't count on it,

Harlan.

- Well, you know my first name.

- It's just a matter of time now.

- Too bad, for you, Griff.

Time is what you don't have.

- You're a sick son of
a bitch, you know that?

Can you make it out?

- Play that last bit again.

- Well, you know my first name.

- It's just a matter of time now.

- Too bad, for you, Griff.

- Yes.
- Time is what you don't have.

- Yeah, of course.

- Where's he from?

- It's not a distinct Yankee accent,

but it's definitely an East Coast, WASPy,

blue blood vocal pattern.

Southern New England
would be my best guess.

Connecticut, or Rhode Island.

I'd start there.

- You're the best, Irene.

Detective Price, this is
Detective McCleary, LAPD.

I'm trying to track down
the identity of a suspect,

first name Harlan.

Don't have a last name.

Let me give you the skinny
on how this guy operates.

- Homicide, this is Wyman.

- Detective Wyman, this is
Detective McCleary, LAPD.

- Why don't you check with Hamden,

see if they know anything.

- Yeah, good afternoon, Detective Ferrara.

This is Detective McCleary, LAPD.

- Yeah, his name is Harlan Moss.

- Last name Moss, M-O-S-S, got it.

- Hey.
- Uh huh.

- Good luck.
- Uh huh, thanks.

Listen, if you could fax his information

to my partner, Detective Ives,
at the number I gave you,

I'd appreciate it.

- Glad to do it, my friend.
- Oh yeah.

- And I hope
this has been a big help.

- Yes sir, you have
been more than helpful.

Thank you very much.

Got ya, you son of a bitch.

Heya, slinky, I got you
a double cheeseburger.

- You know, I don't even know
why I'm doing this anymore.

I mean, you don't listen to a word I say.

You think it's perfectly okay

to go running off to
Yucaipa behind my back.

Do you have any idea
what would have happened

if somebody saw you in that house?

You are just damn lucky.

I'm telling you, I am this close

to just giving up on you entirely.

- You know what, Cassie?

Give it a rest, huh?

I mean, we've already
had this conversation.

What the fuck would you do
if you were in my shoes, huh?

- Here's the skinny on
that Harlan Moss character.

You still interested?

He was the sole heir to
a real estate fortune,

at least that's what he thought, anyway.

Five years ago his mother
and father were found dead

in their bedroom, victims of
an apparent murder suicide.

Mom had a hole in her chest,
Dad had a bullet in his head.

- And a stolen gun in his hand?

- Stanford PD smelled
a rat from the get-go.

Harlan was everybody's prime suspect.

I mean, he certainly
had the perfect motive.

With his parents gone,
all the money was his.

But, charges were never filed,

the evidence just wasn't there.

They couldn't make a case.

After that, his luck ran out.

The inheritance didn't even
cover his parents' debts.

He took off for parts unknown,

hasn't been heard from since.

There was a fair amount of
news coverage at the time.

Stanford PD is searching the archives

to send us a photo.

- What's he waitin' for, Cass?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, if he wanted to kill me,

the guy's had plenty of opportunity.

Hell, I don't even know
what he looks like.

He could've walked up to me on the street,

pumped a round in my gut,

and I'd a never seen it comin'.

- He's letting you sweat a little first,

getting his rocks off.

- Nah.

He's smarter than that.

The guy's a maggot but he's not a fool.

I'm missin' somethin'.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Oh.
- You look very nice.

- Oh, thank you.

I thought this wasn't a date.

- It's not.

For a date, I'd bring roses.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

- Um, do you wanna come in?

I'll put these in water.

So, do you know where you'd like to eat?

- Well, I've been
giving this dinner some thought.

How do you feel about Italian?

- That sounds great.
- Good.

'Cause I've discovered this
really nice little spot

in the West Valley.

- Terrific.

Uh, excuse me, that's kinda odd.

Hold on.

What are you doing here?

- I just got this letter
from your divorce attorney,

that's what I'm doin' here.

- Look, Griff, not now.

- Who's car's out here?

What, you got a date?

- That's none of your business.

- Ah, that's great, Olivia.

Well, let me meet this guy.

- No, Griff.
- Right.

You know what?

I wouldn't wanna spoil your big night

with somethin' as inconsequential as this.

- If you think this is easy
for me, then you are wrong.

- God damn it, Olivia.

Are you really gonna go through with this?

- I didn't have any other choice.

- I messed up, Olivia, I,

I lost my job, and now
I'm losin' you, and,

I'll do anything you want.

I'll go anywhere you want, I'll just,

just give me another chance.

- You just want me to close my eyes

and pretend that nothing ever happened.

I can't do that.

- You look me in the eyes right now

and you tell me you don't love me anymore,

and I'll walk outta here.

- I'm not gonna play that game, Griff.

- We're still married.

You tell your date that.

- That was my husband.

I'm sorry.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, I, I knew this was gonna happen.

I just didn't think that it
was gonna happen tonight.

I don't really feel like going out.

Maybe we could just stay
here and I could make

sandwiches and coffee.

- Sure, show me to the knife.

I'll slice the bread.

- I was a wife and mother

and I thought that's the
way it was always gonna be.

I wasn't prepared for this.

I don't know.

Maybe if I were a religious person

I'd be able to understand why these things

happen the way they do.

All I know is that losing
my son that way, it just,

it's like a nightmare that
just never seems to end.

- Well, they say time
supposedly heals all wounds.

- So, tell me about yourself.

Have you ever been married?

- Yeah, I have.

Strangely enough, she
passed away quite recently.

- Oh, I am so sorry.

- It happened, and I was
powerless to do anything about it.

She meant the whole world to me,

and I can definitely say that I loved her,

with all my heart.

Yeah, well, Olivia, thank you.

I must say, that was about
as pleasant an evening

as I've had in a--

- You tell him we're
still married, Olivia?

- Griff!
- Hm?

- Please, no.

- What are you, tough guy, huh?

- Griff, stop it!

- She's my wife!

- Are you hurt?

What do you think you're doing?

How dare you come here!

Get out.

Get out of here!

I'm so sorry.

- It's okay.

- That was my husband.

- I guessed.

- God damn it.

God damn it!

What the hell is happening to me?

I don't know who I am anymore, Cass.

I'm hurtin' like hell.

You know, I never saw my old man cry.

Not even when my mother died.

I remember one time when
I was 12, 13 years old,

he caught me cryin', and
I don't even remember

what I was crying about.

But he just, he just shot me down.

I mean, he just came in and he just

slapped the snot outta me.

Told me I was weak.

Bottle it up, keep it inside.

Never cried after that.

When Kevin died,

I let Olivia mourn alone.

'Cause I couldn't, I just, I,

I couldn't.

I knew if I started, I'd never stop.

And then I punished her for it.

I just wanna take it all back,

make things right between us.

- I'm not the one you should
be telling this to, Griff.

I gotta go.

You gonna be all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm just gonna hang out for a while.

What's this?

- Take a look at that when
you have a chance, okay?

- Hi, Jack, how are you?

- Couldn't be better.

- Here for some more chocolate pie?

- No, I'm here to kidnap you.

- What?

- I'm playin' hooky from work.

I'd love it if you could join me.

I'm fixin' to take a walk on the beach,

maybe a movie afterwards.

Forget last night ever even happened.

How's that sound?

- Well, I'm not exactly dressed

for a walk on the beach.

- Well, we'll stop by your
house first, so you can change.

- No, I, I can't go now.

I mean, I still have like
half an hour left on my shift.

- Come on, we both know
you deserve some time off.

Olivia, live a little.

- I guess I could ask Anita
to let me off a little early.

- Why don't you do that?

- Olivia, listen to me,
I just talked to Anita.

She said you left work early.

Honey, I've been trackin' a killer

for a few weeks now.

I got a positive ID on him.

He's the guy who was at the
house last night, Olivia.

He's using you.

He's using you to get back at me.

If you get there before I do,
you sit tight, you hear me?

You sit tight and I'll be right there.

- Good.

So I'll wait out here.

You know, I don't wanna crowd you.

- Oh, you're not crowding me.

I'll just be a minute, come on in.

- You sure?

Okay.
- Yeah.

- You know Olivia, I wanted to tell you,

last night meant a lot to me.

You know, despite
everything that happened,

I had a great time.

- Ah, can I offer you something to drink?

- Oh, sure.

- Iced tea okay?
- Great.

- Oh, message.

- Thursday, 2:52pm.

- Olivia, listen to
me, I just talked to Anita.

She said you left work early.

Honey, I've been trackin' a
killer for a few weeks now.

I got a positive ID on him.

He's the guy who was at the
house last night, Olivia.

He's using you.

He's using you to get back at me.

If you get there before I do,
you sit tight, you hear me?

You sit tight, and I'll be right there.

- End of messages.

- God, he's a desperate man, isn't he?

I guess he'll resort to
anything to get you back.

I can't say I blame him.

But, I mean, trying to scare you

with all those terrible
lies he just said about me?

Well, I'd never thought he'd resort

to anything so despicable.

God knows what he's capable of, Olivia.

I'm really concerned for you.

Wait, you don't believe him, do you?

- Hi, you've reached
the McCleary residence.

Please leave a message
after the beep.

- Shit.

- Toss the gun.

I said toss it, or I'll blow your head off

right here and now.

Back up.

- Let Olivia go.

This is between you and me.

- You're wrong.

This is between me and you and Nikki.

You see, cop, you destroyed the only thing

I ever really loved.

My first impulse was
to kill you stone dead,

but then I realized you had to live,

so you could feel your share of the pain,

knowing you'd never see your woman again,

never feel the warmth of her soft skin,

or kiss that sweet, sweet
spot at the back of her neck.

And the agony of knowing
that another man seduced her,

had her, and killed her,
just like you did my Nikki.

- You wanna know who killed your wife,

then look in the mirror, pal,

because you used her.

You used her, and you tore her up,

and she couldn't live with the guilt,

and that's what happened.

- What do you know about it?

Look in your own damn mirror.

See what a fucked up mess you've become.

You'll see that your marriage
is as dead as your kid.

- Fuck you.

- You see, if all had
gone according to plan,

I'd a had my way with her tonight.

And then with great satisfaction,

put a bullet quietly through her heart

so you could find her tomorrow.

But now things just got better,

because you get to see her die,

and I get to leave you here
with a bullet in each leg

to think about the horror
your life has become.

Funny how things work out.

- Are you all right, did he hurt you?

Listen to me, take this.

And you stay in this room.

You don't move no matter what
you hear, you understand me?

- Okay.
- All right.

- Ah shit!

- You okay?

Don't move.

- Oh Olivia, I'm disappointed.

After all we shared last night.

Why don't you tell him how we held hands

and poured out our hearts to one another.

- That's not true.

- Enough.

- Kill me.

Kill me like you killed Nikki,

like you killed your own son.

Come on, you know you
wanna do it, you hate me.

- I'm taking you in, Harlan.

- I don't think so, uh uh.

I don't think you can
get through another day

with me around, a living
testimony to your sin.

Ah!

Oh, come on, come on, you
can do better than that!

You're a killer like me.

- Don't you do it.

- I'll see you, I'll see
you in hell, brother.