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uhh.

I had 2 when I came in.

I thought only dryers ate socks.

And I thought you and your socks were sleeping over.

Sorry, baby, we can't.

6 months of this and still no gazing at each other

over breakfast.

Aww.

I look like hell in the morning.

You did promise me.

- Kim... -

I thought you liked things the way they were.

Hmm?

Sexyyy...

And sweeeeeeet!

The door.

Jack, I need your help.

But haven't I done enough?

No, I mean with a case.

Oh.

I'm serious.

So am I.

Yeah, since when?

No, no, no. It's ok. It's ok.

Martin's just going through his mail.

He loves it. Even the junk.

He just likes looking at his name.

Will you? What?

Help me.

For you...

The world..

Jack!

Your jacket!

Great.

Brilliant.

No wheels.

What happened?

Martin...

Why aren't you in San Diego?

How many times do I have to show you?

This door's a little warped.

Push it, deadbolt, or it won't lock.

Just like Jack.

Just like men.

Are you listening?

Martin?

Such an early start.

It's not like you, Jack.

I'm trying to get a head start for once.

Out so late, up so early.

When do you have time to sleep, Jack?

Ah, sleep.

Perchance to dream?

Well, Hamlet,

I bid you a final farewell

and good morrow with your new home in Oregon.

Would you like one of these for your lady friend?

No, thank you, Mr. feriolo.

Women like roses.

Love... the greatest thing 2 people can share.

No, no, Mr. feriolo. Uh-uh.

Rent is the greatest gift 2 friends can share.

Not to worry. I took it out

of your security check.

Oh. Thanks.

One day, Jack,

you will not want to die alone.

Leaving town?

No, Vinnie, I'm baking a cake.

That's funny.

Runnin' away, Jack?

Quitting again?

You know, seeing you always reminds me

why I left the force, lupino.

No, not left, Jack. Quit. .

Quit. Quit. Quit. That's what you did. You quit.

Nothing but a big quitter.

Good. Right in the heart.

Yeah, like you had one.

All right, let's go.

I'm in kind of a hurry right now, vin.

I said let's go.

Write me a post card.

Ben wants you.

Take your hands off, Vinnie.

I'm only going to say this once.

Ok.

Unh!

Come on, Vinnie, shake a leg.

Yes, I definitely saw captain hook.

Captain kidd.

Or captain crunch.

Sitting where? About there?

Not sitting. Drmng.

He was drmng this big yellow ship.

Yellow ship.

I saw this pirate right over there,

and was he fierce!

I was so frightened I had to take a little Brandy

just to calm my nerves.

Just one.

Maybe 2.

All right, guys, let's wrap it up..

All right, let's get it all back to the station.

Ben. Yeah?

Did anyone see Martin?

He spent the night in San Diego..

He's on his way back now.

Got witnesses? Up the ass.

Oh, yeah?

Bankers, lawyers.

All sorts of respectable captains of industry

attended a stirring speech he gave last night

about fucking crime prevention.

Good old Marty. Always eager to press the flesh, huh?

You think somebody did Kimberly to get at him?

Could be. D.A.S piss off.

A lot of the wrong people.

Why not just do him?

Boy, that looks to me, like, uh,

somebody was pissed off at her. .

It does, huh?

Yeah, it does.

Hey, Jack.

Hey, Shelly. How are you, man?

All right, the body's clean, the house, too.

No sign of forced entry on either one.

So, sport...

Kimberly Lewis ever do anything to piss you off?

You still doing p.I. Work for her, Jacko?

Yeah, here and there.

More like here.

You did her right here, didn't you, stud?

Do I gotta listen to this?

Guys.

Did you see Kimberly last night?

No.

I say you did.

Got a light, Ramsey?

Uh, no.

Yes. Yes! I told you, Ben.

I told you. I knew it. I knew it!

Ben?

What?

I've seen this lighter of yours 100 ti...

1,000 times! .

Different woman, always the same lighter.

It's like signing your name to the murder.

All right, Ramsey...

I'll give you round one.

I'll run you back.

I want you in town.

I'm already moved out of my fuckin' house.

My truck is packed already.

One day. Two tops.

Just till we get this fuckin' mess sorted out.

Don't be such a stranger, Jack.

You want one?

Oh, I'm sorry, man.

Cate made you quit. I forgot. I'm sorry.

No, that's ok. Give me one.

You sure? Yeah.

Sure seems like old times, huh?

Yeah.

Me and you, cruising the streets.

Yeah.

Cruisin' the bad old city.

Oh, man,

you never change, do you, Ben?

You're still listening to the same shitty oldies station.

A little change would do you good, Ben.

Eh, fuck change.

Change only puts off the inevitable.

I won't be long.

You all right?

I eat, sleep, go to work

every fuckin' day.

Fine. Just fine.

Maybe you could take a little break for a while..

You know, from going to Catherine's grave so much.

Quit coming?

No, just not come so often.

I don't neglect people I care about.

I'm sorry, man.

I know we haven't been able to hang out

as much as we used to.

You know, I've got this caseload now

that's been so heavy... Hey...

No explanation necessary.

Really, it's cool, Jack.

Ok.

I see Catherine out of respect, love.

I have a grip on things.

Oh, I know you do.

I just know that Catherine,

more than anyone else,

would want you to, you know...

To move on.

Pain's funny that way.

It never really leaves you.

Could it be a story?

What?

A guy from one of Kimberly's stories

with an old score to settle.

Old score to settle?

I kind of doubt it.

Kim was a gossip columnist, not a secret agent.

Yeah, you're right. I'm reaching.

Any suspect bells go off, call me.

Ok.

Jacko, no slipping out of town on me, ok?

Right.

Hey.

I want to make this unofficial if I still can.

Unofficial? I got nothing to hide.

Don't you, Jack? No.

You fucking' positive?! Yeah.

Kimberly Lewis' personal day-runner.

"Martin in San Diego. J.R."

You told me you were at home. J.R.?!

Easy, brother. Easy.

You lied to me, you fuck!

Ooh. Ooh.

Puts you in the house.

Maybe I stood her up.

All right, I was there,

but I was there early.

Is this now the truth? .

The truth is I didn't kill Kim!

That's the truth.

Why should I believe a fuckin' word?

First it's, "no, Ben, I wasn't there,"

then it's, "yes, Ben, I was there, but early."

Tomorrow it'll be, "yes, Ben, I did it,

but I had a good reason."

I had no reason to kill Kim.

This day-runner is good circumstantial evidence.

You know that.

You were there. This proves it.

The "why" Vinnie will find later.

Count on it.

Fuck, Jack!

You head the suspect list with this.

No more lies, Jack.

Are you sure?

Are you?

All right, Ben, no more lies.

Good.

Excuse me.

Jack Ramsey?

Yeah.

Do you have a minute to talk to me?

Um... Um...

Hmm.

The lever is...

I... i think it's right...

Um...

Right to your right.

I'm Kimberly Lewis' sister.

I didn't know Kim had a sister.

Well, we weren't very close.

We're very different people, I guess.

Burnt orange.

It's my daughter's.

This isn't going at all

how I expected it to go.

It's ok. It's ok.

I already loved your choice in crayons.

Is there...

Can I help you somehow?

Yes. I... i...

Want to hire you.

I'm sorry. I'm leaving town

in a couple of days and I... i...

You mean about Kim. Yeah.

I'm sorry. I wish I could help you, but I can't.

I know who killed her.

What?

Martin.

Martin killed my sister.

Do you have proof? I know it.

I need you to prove it.

I must sound crazy.

I must.

You have the most perfect nose

I have ever seen.

I know my sister trusted you.

Ben McCarthy's in charge of the investigation..

He's a fine detective.

The best.

Yeah. And Martin has probably already

bought off the entire police department by now.

I need your help.

To convict Martin or to find Kim's killer?

They're one in the same.

I'll think about it.

I can pay whatever your rate is.

I didn't say I'd do it.

It wasn't closed all the way.

Yeah, I always forget to shut it.

It's... it's a little... warped.

Mm-hmm.

You'd think it'd have a stain,

a mark, some trace of Kimberly,

but it, uh...

Remains so clean.

New. Like nothing happened at all.

Something did happen here, Martin.

I'd forgotten...

Kimberly hid the good stuff.

To finding Kimberly's killer.

Now, I assume you summoned me here

for more than drinks, right?

Cut to the chase, huh, Jack?

No time for small talk.

Never liked small talk.

Came with a note. From?

Manny Ortega. A drug dealer.

I put him away for 8, he got out in 2.

First-degree manslaughter, right?

State settled for 2.

That was a good bust, man.

That was fuckin' solid!

That's right,

you were the arresting officer,

right, Jack?

Well, you should know, then.

Yeah. I know he stood up

and he swore he'd kill you.

It took 1/2 the courtroom

to get his hands off your throat.

His exact words were, "I will kill you,

"I will kill your family,

"your children.

"I will have my revenge.

I will taste your blood."

That's catchy.

I didn't find it so fucking funny

when I found this dangling over my front door.

You trying to tell me Ortega killed Kim?

Who the fuck else?!

He's crazy enough. He's a fucking psycho!

What has he got to lose?

For Christ sakes, Jack, he was in my fuckin' house!

What do you want from me?

Go tell Ben McCarthy what you know..

The police think that I did it.

I thought you had an ironclad alibi.

I do. So?

So I would like to prevent Manny Ortega

from strangling the life out of me!

Well...

With my election coming up,

I would also like to have a clean name...

No loose ends, no doubts dangling in the minds

of the voters.

I think Kim needs her killer caught

a lot more than you need your name cleared.

Your next case, Jack.

You're making me sick.

I would've thought you'd like to have your name cleared as well.

I'm not the only one the police suspect.

Thanks for the drink.

You got your piece?

I thought you said we were just talking to him.

Yeah, well, sometimes talking don't do the job.

I don't have to tell you that. .

Here.

There he is!

There he is. All right. Ok.

Got you now, greaseball!

This way. This way. Yeah, yeah.

Where'd he go?

Hey... wh...

Where is he?

Shit, we lost him!

I don't know.

Let's go. Back it up.

Go.

Damn it!

There he is!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Look at Manny!

This way. This way. Turn the corner.

Aah! Uhh!

Get over here!

Why you running, Manny?!

It's a free country, man!

Not for you, you piece of shit!

Get over here! Get over here!

Oh, what? What is it, huh?

Oh, what's this?

You carrying a piece on parole?

Good-bye freedom, you fuck!

Come on! Get up!

Come on. Get over here!

Get in! Get in there!

Manny...

Get out, Manny!

What the fuck? What the fuck is this?

Get out here! This is your life, Manny!

Come on. Come on. Ow.

Where were you last night, Manny?

I was at home.

Anyone with you?

My mother. Wrong answer.

I was at home all night.

I am not listening to fuckin' lies, Manny.

You killed her, didn't you?!

I didn't kill nobody.

You hung that noose, right?

So we know it was you.

No, no. I was at home!

You slowly squeezed the life out of her, huh?

No. No, I killed nobody.

Made her struggle, hear her scream...

Make you feel like a big man?

No. No!

Fuck this shit!

Let's just pop a cap in his ass,

save the state some money!

Easy, Ben. Hey!

Ok, I was there.

You killed Kimberly Lewis.

You killed her! Say it. Say it!

LA muerta. .

LA muerta. ¿muerta?

¿LA muerta? Dead? .

Yeah, dead as you!

No, no, no, Ben, LA muerta. .

He's talking about Kim.

She was already dead when you got there, right?

No vi nada. .

No, no, no, you saw something. Someone. Who? .

Yo no vi nada. .

What the fuck does that mean?!

It means "I saw nothing."

What'd you see, Manny?

Nada.

Inada! .

Nobody.

Nothing!

Hey, this is getting us fuckin' nowhere!

Who knew he'd be so fuckin' delicate?!

Shit!

Jesus Christ!

What?

Isn't this the shit that killed Elvis?

Yeah. Any left?

Any shots in here?

Shots? What are you talking about?

The pictures. You got... here they are.

Now, wait. Give me those.

Which ones you want?

Well, the crime scene. What do you think?

Fine. There.

Ok, here.

All right, look at this.

See this? Yeah.

Ok, you see how these little marks go up like this?

So?

So Ortega couldn't have done it.

Aw, the fuck you say.

He had motive, intent, opportunity.

He's as good as gassed.

Right... Everything but size.

Look at this.

What the hell are you talking...

What are you talking about?

See that? You have my undmded attention.

See? Well, if you're gonna do it,

do it right!

Come on, is that the best you can do?

Christ, Jacko, you're strangling me like a faggot!

Ehh!

How's that?

Ok, ok... ok?

Ok, ok, ok!

Oh... oh, yeah. Ok.

See that? Yeah. You made your point.

Yeah.

Kim was 5'9".

He would've had to have been

at least 2 inches taller to do that.

Yeah, I guess so.

So that clears Ortega.

But it puts him in the house.

Possible eyewitness.

All right. Ok. Manny!

Good news. You don't have to die after all.

Fuck.

Uhh! Christ, this is heavy.

What is it? Rocks?

The basics, man.

See, Martin had motives. He had opportunity.

Yeah, and the brains to pull it off

and leave you holding the bag.

So Martin's got full access,

Kim's money.

Why'd he kill her, huh?

Why'd he jeopardize his career,

his upcoming election?

Why'd he do that?

Well...

Could be he got tired

of going over this fucking head

every time he needed a couple hundred gs..

Yeah.

What, no chairs?

Well, sit right there.

What's the matter with you?

Could be he caught her banging some guy.

Could be she caught him banging some guy.

Ha ha ha.

Nah. He's too busy loving himself.

Yeah, you're right. He's such a cold fuck.

Books?

Christ, Jack, I never figured you

for so many books.

You really read all these?

Mm-hmm. I read most of them.

Catherine loved to read.

Bindings aren't even broken.

Most?

I'd say you read a few.

Very few.

I'm careful with them.

Looks like you treat your books

like you treat your women.

Oh, yeah?

Read the first chapter then toss them away.

Ha ha ha!

Fuck you, man.

Where are all of these fucking women?

Can you see them? I can't see them.

All I can see is your ugly face.

And you're lucky to be looking at that.

Ha ha ha!

Oh. Eh... it's him.

I've been doing some checking...

Legwork of my own.

Busy brains are happy brains, vin.

Yeah, make jokes now, Ramsey.

Turns out that old lady

isn't as off as we thought.

A one-eyed hippie cabbie

turns up John Doe in the morgue last night.

Wore a black patch over his eye

like a pirate,

like captain kid.

The dispatcher tells me

he works the night of the murder.

So I come down here and check his logbook.

What do you think I find?

Anyone?

This poor deadhead's last fare

is at 12:05 A.M.,

354 South June street.

8106 north Willoughby

10 minutes later.

Ring any bells, Ramsey?

One's mine and one's Kim's.

So what?

Let me see that, Vinnie.

Jack, how could...

You fucking told me

you were there but early.

I can't explain this, Ben.

I can. You lied.

Why would I take a cab from my place to Kim's?

I'm a cop.

Ex-cop.

I'm not that stupid!

You said no more lies.

Someone's setting me up.

There's 2 murders, Ramsey.

First... Kim.

I figure you pop her in a lover's quarrel.

Not a chance.

Forensics guy said she had sex

just before she died.

But not with me, Ben.

I want to make sure and get this just right.

What?

You have the right to remain silent.

Aw...

If you give up the right to remain silent...

Vinnie, this isn't gonna hold water, man.

You know that. What's a matter with you?

Ben, I'm being set up.

You have the right...

Someone is setting me up.

Vinnie.

Don't you think this means something.

You got Ben all twisted around, that's all.

But I'm gonna make this right.

You can bet on that, my friend.

Ben.

Ben.

Mr. Ramsey.

Have you considered taking my case?

I am considering, uh...

All kinds of shit right now.

What about Martin?

Do you believe me?

I believe someone is trying

to frame me right now.

That's what I believe.

Martin's capable.

So are you gonna take my case?

I should take my own fucking case

is what I should do.

Martin gets half of Kimmy's estate.

Good motive.

Yeah.

Who gets the other half?

Her closest lmng relative.

You.

Mm-hmm.

Also a good motive.

Seems ironic

that closest would mean me.

You know, I still can't get used to

the idea of you as the black sheep.

I know I'm right about Martin.

Maybe so.

I'll keep you posted.

You have some fucking nerve showing up here.

I need your help.

Get out of my way.

Someone's going to an awful lot of trouble

to make it look like I did this.

All right, I didn't tell you everything.

You're full of shit! I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry"?

And that's supposed to make

everything fucking right between us?

All right, I'm not a perfect fucking person, Ben.

You're a better man than I am, ok?

That's not saying much.

You're the only one I can trust.

Trust is a 2-way street, Jacko.

Yeah...

Well, all right.

Ha ha ha.

Boy, you know, I'm really sorry.

You have to go, don't you?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

I just have a couple more questions.

This will just take a minute.

You moved to L.A...

You said your father's funeral.

Initially, yes.

Initially, yes.

You two weren't tight.

That's right.

Hadn't seen him in a couple years.

Right.

Right, right. Just like your sister.

Mm-hmm.

The old man sort of disowned you, didn't he?

Yes, he did.

Boy, that must have pissed you off

pretty good, huh?

Huh?

I didn't expect anything from my father.

I was on my own, I was working,

and I didn't need him.

Cookies?

Cracker? Candy?

What?

Come here.

Sure you don't want?

No.

That's right, that's right.

You said you didn't want anything.

So your sister dies

and leaves you half of everything,

which is nothing personal.

It's just that you're the last one lmng.

Son of a bitch!

Ha ha ha.

Nothing personal at all.

Am I a suspect?

Well...

That would seem to follow, wouldn't it?

Am I under arrest?

No, no, no, no, no.

That would be too easy.

Jack Ramsey

strangled the life out of your sister.

I'm going to prove that.

You're going to help me.

You have no choice.

Oh, oh.

Marky Mark is making his move, mom.

Are you ready?

Uh-huh. I'm all set.

He's getting closer.

False alarm.

Madonna's playing hard to get again.

Mom, some guy is looking at us.

What? Let me see.

He's coming over.

Where?

He's definitely heading straight for us.

Allison, let me see, please.

He's kind of cute.

Now.

Jack.

Jane. Hi.

You know my mom?

Allison, this is Jack.

Jack, this is my daughter Allison.

How do you do?

Fine.

What are you guys doing?

We're working on her science project for school.

Oh, rocket scientist, huh?

These are hers.

Mom records what I see.

Teamwork.

It's really cool, Jack. Want to look?

Yeah, thanks.

I'll give it a whirl, sure.

Um... do you mind?

Thank you so much. Ahem.

Now what exactly am I looking for here?

Anything that looks like reproduction.

You know, sex.

Allison.

I think I can handle it.

Try Chuck and di.

They're always at it.

Allison.

It's only nature, mom.

Don't stop.

You might miss something.

Oh. God, I hope not.

Anything yet?

No, they're still pretty darn reserved.

Well, keep watching.

Things can change awful fast.

I hope so.

Allison, why don't you watch for a little while?

I need to talk to Jack, ok?

Ok.

Jack?

Huh?

Oh.

Thank you very much for the education.

Any time.

Be right back, ok?

Did you know

that ducks mate for life?

No, they don't.

Ducks are not committed at all.

Swans mate for life.

Oh.

Well, do you think...

I mean, would you say

that, uh, Allison's father

was more of a swan guy?

Allison's father left us before she was born.

Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

It's ok.

Well, she seems so, um...

Happy?

Well-adjusted?

That's not how I meant it.

Allison is my whole life,

and I do a very good job with her.

I'm not arguing with that.

Have you considered taking my case?

Yeah, I'm gonna take it.

I'm gonna take it for... for both of us.

No charge, ok?

Ok.

Ok.

And this, mmm,

is the duck.

Duck?

The duck in orange sauce.

I asked you to come to dinner.

I didn't, you know, say bring dinner.

It's just Chinese.

Duck like in the park?

You don't have to eat it.

You can have chicken. You can have vegetables.

You eat duck?!

Look, this is duck in orange sauce.

This is not echo park duck.

It's not daffy duck or Donald duck

or any of those guys, ok?

What did the duck ever do to you?

I think I really pissed her off.

With the duck thing.

No. She only argues with people

that she really likes.

I think she had a really good time.

You think so?

Mm-hmm.

I did.

Yeah.

How about you?

I'm... I'm a little rusty

at... at this kind of thing.

I mean, adult conversation.

I... I've never been very...

Good at it.

I think you're doing just fine.

So how long did you know my sister for?

Um, 6 months maybe. I don't know.

She had a lot of casework for me for a while.

You know, maybe Martin snuck back

from San Diego and...

I checked.

Well, ok, maybe he hired someone

to come and do it for him.

Maybe you could take your mind off Martin

for just one night.

I can't.

Ok.

So why did... why did you become a cop?

That was one hell of a segue.

If you don't want to talk about it,

you don't have to talk about it.

No, it's ok.

I became a cop like most cops do.

The desire to wear the white hat,

fight the bad guys and win.

Did you?

Yeah, sometimes.

Mmm.

Did you quit because you stopped winning?

No.

I stopped wearing the white hat.

You can quit looking at me like that, ok?

Like I fucking owe you something.

Wha...

I gotta go.

Jack, I... i...

I gotta go.

You forgot your jacket.

Keep it.

No...

Uhh!

I don't know why Catherine's cat.

Loves you so much.

She's never very fond of me.

What stinks in here, man?

It's your free breakfast, Jacko.

Great.

Ben, I think your fish are dead.

Better flush them before they decompose.

Feed them to the fucking cat.

Ha ha ha.

I was never much good with pets.

Since when is a fish a pet?

Since they belonged to me.

I've never been any good at keeping things alive.

When are you gonna lose the car, man?

It's starting to look like a planter out there.

That belonged to Catherine.

I don't drive it anymore.

So your, uh, cat food's out here?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Right here.

Oh.

All right.

It's really good, man.

Just the way you like 'em.

No, Ben,

just the way you like 'em.

My house, my rules.

Fuck a bunch of rules, man.

Just give me open highway

and blue skies.

Know what I'm saying?

Don't belittle rules, Jacko.

Choosing sides, drawing lines.

Knowing which ones you can cross,

which ones you can't.

Whatever you say.

I got it.

Hello.

Yeah, it's me.

Hold on.

It's Vinnie.

Yeah, what's up?

What?

When?

Yeah, where was this?

You're positive?

Sure.

Where was it? Sure.

Yeah, great. Thanks, Vinnie.

Good news.

What's that?

Ortega's no longer a threat

to Martin or you.

What's that mean?

Gangbangers put a bullet

in his skull last night.

Wait, what happens if he saw something

the other night?

Your problem is solved.

My problem?

Yeah. Ortega can't do or say anything.

Yo no vi nada. .

Ben, you know these rules, these lines

that you cross or you don't cross?

Hey, what are you asking me?

Nothing.

Go on. You started it. Finish it.

Nothing.

Come on. Out with it, you fuck.

You were there, for Christ's sakes.

The cabbie's log, Kim's dayrunner.

You got quicksand up around your neck,

and you're having second thoughts

about some lowlife drug dealer?

Would you cross that line for me?

Would you for me?

I don't know.

Well, then, you have your answer.

You have your lunch? Are you sure?

Yes, I have it. I have... i have everything.

I've gotta go 'cause I can't be late!

Come on, I'm gonna be late.

Ben, you got a minute?

Come on, come on.

Listen to this.

Go ahead, fay.

This is the slug we dug out of Ortega's brain.

So?

It's a .38.

It's not gangbanger type ammo.

Cut to the chase.

Well, from the rifling, it shows

that this bullet came from a short-barreled revolver

much like a detective special.

Like Ramsey's gun.

You fucking sure about the type of gun?

95%.

You hear that? 95%.

Come on.

Thanks, fay.

Ben, we got him.

You're reaching, Vinnie.

L.A.'s the wild west..

Even little old ladies carry .38s..

Reaching? Ben, come on.

What are you talking about?

You're blind.

You're blind to any of this evidence

that points toward Ramsey.

I gotta take this.

McCarthy..

Ben.

Yeah.

Need some help?

Thanks.

I just came by to get the jacket.

I burned it.

Is this your stuff?

Uh-huh.

You draw for a lmng?

Yeah. I'm a graphic artist.

It lets me work at home.

Is there more?

Uh-huh. There's one more.

I think it's in the trunk.

This stuff is good.

Well, it's nothing special.

You're, um, gonna need the keys.

Yeah.

This one.

Thanks.

Are you ok? What's wrong?

Thanks again.

No problem.

Did you come here for something?

Yeah, I came for something.

It's ok. It'll keep.

No. No, I...

I wanna hear.

Well, about the other night.

You remember,

I had to leave suddenly.

Yeah.

Explaining things...

Excuses and leaving

and this kind of stuff...

That's very easy for me.

But being honest is something

that's hard to do.

Yeah.

Ben is the reason I left the force.

You mean the detective

in charge of Kim's murder?

7 years.

The lucky number 7.

We were partners, Ben and I.

We were like family,

and then he found someone finally

that he loved and trusted... Catherine.

And, um, I was totally behind it.

I was completely, you know...

And then...

She died.

Something happened to Ben.

He, uh, changed,

and I ran.

I couldn't... i just couldn't face him every day anymore.

I couldn't... I couldn't be near

his constant fucking pain

all the time.

So I quit.

That's what I do, Jane.

Ask anyone. I quit on people.

Ben, what's up with you?

You sound like a complete nut on my machine.

What's the matter with you?

Talk to me,

will you?

Talk? Why?

When a picture's worth a thousand words.

What were you thinking?

Call it poor judgment.

I call it fucking Kimberly Lewis

every which way.

I didn't know how to tell you.

I put my ass on the line for you,

and this is my fucking thank you?

I didn't think it was important.

Love not important?

Jack,

it's everything. It's the only thing.

Ben, this was not love.

I was in denial after Catherine was killed.

You think by pushing it away

it makes it easier,

but it doesn't.

When did you get this?

It's all right.

Let it out. It's ok to show the pain.

Did these come today?

Sometime this afternoon.

Jammed in my door.

These were taken over a month ago.

I vote Martin.

Don't rule out the sister.

Jane? Oh, no.

It makes sense. Ben.

Kim inherits everything, has everything...

Husband, house, the works.

Suddenly, out of the blue,

pops the long-lost sister

running home to patch things up.

Not a chance.

Well, what about Martin and Jane together?

No, man! She hates his guts!

Hey, watch yourself, pal.

Whoever took those is serious.

Yeah... and so am I.

It's a little late, isn't it, Jack?

Never too late

or too low for you, is it, Martin?

I guess I knew, but...

But seeing it...

You're not gonna get away with framing me.

I'm as guilty as Kimberly.

So you admit it.

Yes, I'm guilty...

Of a marriage made up of collecting things...

Antiques, paintings, people.

I have been trying to piece together

my life with Kimberly

ever since she died.

I think children would've made the difference.

Kids?

Oh, I wanted them desperately,

but Kimberly wouldn't have any part of it,

any part of me, I suppose.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You reach a certain age, Jack.

The great nothingness,

your own mortality.

I probably would've shaped it in my own image.

Oh, cut your fucking song and dance!

The cab, the pictures, maybe Ortega.

What's next, Marty?

What the fuck is next?

Next on my agenda is making you leave.

You're gonna shoot me?

I'm thinking about it.

You're not gonna get away with framing me.

You got a one-track mind, you know that, Jack?

I think these photos prove that.

Now get out.

Get the fuck out of my house!

You might shoot me right now.

I'm waiting.

Jack?

Alone?

Yes, I am alone.

Allison here?

No, she's not. What the...

What happened?

Did Martin press himself up against you, huh?

Like this? Is that what he did?

You're hurting me!

Did he fuck you, Jane?

Are you fucking him the way you've been fucking me?

You're hurting me! Ow! You're hurting...

Maybe he was just talking to you, huh?

Talked and talked and talked

until you finally gave in,

and he forced himself on you, huh?

I will scream, I swear it!

How long it take you to plan it? What?

How long did you sit at your fucking little drafting table

and draw up plans about how you're gonna fuck Jack?

About how you're gonna put fucking chump Jack in prison?

What are you talking about?!

I saw you in the fucking park!

I saw you there with Martin!

He wants Allison.

Martin wants Allison?

He's her father.

I was 17 years old,

and I got pregnant.

And I knew that my father would disown me

if I tried to have a baby alone...

And I couldn't give up my life to Martin

knowing what he was

and what he is.

He wants my baby, Jack.

He's gonna take my baby

away from me.

I'm so...

Scared.

I'm scared.

I don't know what to do.

Don't be scared.

I'm right here. You can trust me.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm sorry.

I haven't done this in a long time.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

No peeking.

You close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

You sure you want to?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Ben with you?

No. He hasn't been on a stakeout

since all this shit with you hit the fan.

But I'm with you, Ramsey.

I'm with you every step of the way.

Ben know you're here?

He thinks he's doin' you a favor

runnin' all of this interference.

He's only putting off things.

Vinnie, you don't know a thing about him.

Oh, is that right?

I don't know a thing about him?

I know you ditched him when he needed a partner.

I know you made it so nobody would team with him.

I know Ben gave you his best,

and all you did was turn your back on him and walk away. I know that.

Did he tell you that?

No, he didn't tell me that. He didn't have to.

You're not the only one with the good instincts.

I hold him together.

I love bein' a cop.

But I love bein' a good cop like Ben.

But does he turn to me or rely on me or praise me?

No, not when you're around. Because he's too busy

pickin' up the pieces of your miserable life.

He's my partner now, Jack. He's my partner...

Not yours anymore. You hurt him enough.

Just leave him alone.

You leave him alone, you hear me?

Oh, man, not tonight.

Catherine? Catey?

Jack. Hey, man.

Come on. Come on, man.

Hey, man.

Here we go. Come on.

Come on. Let's catch some zs, ok?

Ah, it's fucked, man. I'm gonna fade.

Ok.

Ah, love's forever.

You know, you were all wrong about Jane.

Marty's our boy.

He sent Jane the same pictures he sent you.

So when you sober up tomorrow, you can nail him, ok?

I write Catherine every day.

Love is powerful.

Ben, are you takin' anything?

You know, pills or somethin'?

No. Mmm.

I don't have to run from love like you.

Ben, are you ok?

Today's the day.

"Stay, oh, sweet, and do not ride.

"The light that shines comes from thine eyes.

"This day breaks not. It is my heart.

Because that you and I must part."

Today's the day Catherine died.

You know, that night...

I was with Catherine.

I know.

She told me.

Uh-uh. She killed herself.

What difference does it make now?

I wish you weren't drunk

so you could take a swing at me,

fuckin' lay me out or do something.

You're my only friend.

I'm...

I'm glad we got things straightened out.

Catherine.

Oh, shit.

Goddamn it, Jane.

You take the front.

I'm gonna go around the back.

Watch yourself.

That was Ramsey, wasn't it?

That was Ramsey, yes? Yes.

Yeah, all right. Go get an apb out on Jack Ramsey,

armed and dangerous.

You son of a bitch.

Let's see Ben help you out of this one.

McCarthy..

It's Jack.

Jesus, buddy. Vinnie's got the whole force out.

Why'd you do it?

The man was dead when I got there, Ben.

That leaves a woman, Jack. I warned ya.

If that's true,

she only did it to protect her daughter.

Yeah, right, and 3 mil in cash.

Um, listen. Wait at my place. You'll be safe there.

I'll pick up Jane, bring her in for questioning.

If she's clean, she's safer with me than on the street.

Ok. Your place.

Mrs. Taylor? Jane?

Ben?

Is Jack ok?

Oh, sure. He just got himself into a little jam.

Uh, he wants you to meet him

back at the police station.

Did he get arrested?

Oh, no. Nothing like that.

Mom?

Uh, he just thought it'd be best

if I brought you in.

Mom.

It's ok. It's ok, Allison.

Things are ok.

Allison? Hmm?

How'd you like to ride in a real police car?

Do I get to run the siren?

I don't see why not.

Cool!

Oh.

- You hungry, boy? -

ok, come on.

Well.

We put this thing on top of the car

when we're chasin' the bad guys.

Cool!

Is this for the siren?

No, that one's for the radio.

Are you sure that Jack is all right?

He will be.

Why don't we hear any police calls?

Wh... what do you mean, he will be?

Jack needs fixin'.

Like a bike?

Yes. He's broken in here.

When someone's gone, he doesn't feel the pain.

No pain. No redemption.

No redemption?

I thought he loved Kimberly.

But he didn't suffer the way I thought he would.

But this time, we think he's found the one. Ones.

This time, I think he'll really feel the pain.

Hello?

Jane, it's Jack.

Listen, ok? Don't...

Ha ha. I'm not in. So leave your name and number

and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

All right. Come on, Jane.

Out of the car. Come on.

Yeah.

Mom?

Ok, sweetheart. Come here. Come here.

No, no, wait. No, no. Not yet. Not yet.

Please, no! Let her go. Let her go.

Please don't hurt her! Let her go! Let her go!

What are you doing? Stay there!

Mom! Mommy!

It's ok, baby.

You're gonna be ok.

Ow. Mommy!

Ok.

Ok, here we go. Come on. Come here.

Don't run away. No, no, look.

This is the place where it happened...

Where Catherine...

Died? Killed, not just died.

Taken violently away from me forever...

Like both of you will.

Oh, Ben, please. Not my child, Ben, please.

My best friend fucked my fiancé..

No love. Just sex.

She must have felt used and unwanted

when she got in the car and drove so many Miles

only to find herself confused, alone on the tracks.

The train dragged her to that spot.

By the time I got here, well,

Catherine had already...

You should have seen her.

Ben!

Let her go!

There ya are, buddy.

What took you so long?

It's about Catherine, isn't it?

Always has been.

That's right. It is about Catherine.

It always was.

Let's go back to the start, shall we?

Unh. Ow.

Remember this? It's yours.

Catherine just assumed it was mine

when she found it beside our bed.

So in a real way, it's evidence of a different murder.

You killed Catherine.

Let her go, Ben.

Revenge is not the answer here.

This isn't about revenge.

Unh! That's not it.

I did it for you. It's about you.

For me?

To teach you about love.

You killed Kim for my sake?

For love. First, you must taste the pain.

Without it, you don't know what love means.

I may have been wrong about Kim,

but I'm not wrong about Jane.

This loss you'll feel.

Ben, you killed Cate.

She was gentle. She needed gentle.

You drove her away.

She was runnin' from you when she came here!

Catherine!

She's gotta die!

Oh, God, no!

Ben, it's me! I'm the one you want!

I'm the one that had Cate! I fucked her!

No!

You bastard!

Unh!

Ok, I'm a bastard. But so are you.

She wanted out from under.

She couldn't breathe. She was scared.

I worshipped her, took care of her.

You violated her.

She never belonged to you!

She never loved you! Come on, man,

you gotta see things for what they were!

Unh! Unh!

You must understand

how much I love her.

Noooo!

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