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RITA LANCE (VOICEOVER):
When a baby is born,

its primary urges are pretty
simple, eat and sleep.

As the baby grows into
a child, mom and dad

give it guidance and advice
so, one day, it'll be

able to meet the world head on.

But some advice can do more harm
than good, advice like winning

is everything.

Jason, my leg is hurting.

Tough.

Would you listen to me?

My leg is hurting, Jason.

(ANGRILY) This is crap, Alex.

Look, If you don't
concentrate, there's

no way I can practice with you.

I'm sorry, Jason.

It's just that I've hit for
almost eight hours today.

There is no time
clock to greatness, kid.

It's long as it takes.

But I told you, my
leg's cramping up.

Oh, poor baby.

But when you're in
the state finals,

maybe you can stop the match
and ask the chair umpire to wait

until you're ready to play.

How can you stand
him, Alexandra?

I mean, I know he's your
stepfather, but come on.

He doesn't even
care what I want.

All he does is
think about himself.

At least in when I turn
pro, I can fire my coach.

How do you get
rid of a relative?

I wish he were dead.

[music playing]

Oh, I didn't mean it.

JASON: Oh, yeah?

Like hell I do.

I need you like I
need a barium enema.

No, money is not a problem.

My kid is going to
win this tournament.

That means a shoe contract
that will make your head spin.

That's right.

My groveling days are over, pal.

Oh yeah?

Well, same to you.

And you'll probably star in
the video on how to do it.

[music playing]

[whistle]

What are you--

[gunshot]

[groan]

[ticking]

[theme music]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[police radio chatter]

You know, I almost joined
this country club once.

So what happened?

Well, I decided to save
the quarter million dollars

it cost to join and buy
a car stereo instead.

Hmm.

Oh, man.

You got a toothache?

Yeah, this thing
comes and it goes.

Oh.

Did you call you dentist yet?

No way.

I'll wait till
this thing is going

to have to slide way
off the Richter scale

before you get me to
one of those cats.

So what do you think?

I've got a .22 to the chest,
coup de grace to the head.

My guess is a mob execution.

No, I don't think so.

That doesn't seem right.

It's the locker room of
a fancy country club.

There'd be a lot of risk getting
in and out of here, you know?

Yeah.

I'm betting passion.

MAN: Here you go, Sergeant.

Thanks.

OK, Mr. Jason Walsh,
who killed you?

Was it the bent nose
or the painted toes?

MRS. WALSH: I know I should
be in shock or something,

but I've been afraid
something like this

would happen for a long time.

Mrs. Walsh, did your husband
act strangely before his death,

nervous, upset?

MRS. WALSH: No, he
wasn't like that.

Jason was never satisfied.

He always felt
like he was getting

the short end of the stick.

So he'd get mad at
the world a lot.

That always kind of scared me.

Can you think of anybody that
might have wanted to hurt him?

Not right off hand, uh,
but about nine months ago,

I guess, he got
beaten up very badly,

fractured leg, concussion,
said he'd been mugged.

I didn't believe him.

I understand that Jason
is Alex's stepfather.

Well, I-- I had Alex
when I was quite young,

and I met Jason years later.

We married when she was
almost eight, yeah, eight.

How was he around the house,
uh, with the two of you?

Well, he was tough.

He was determined.

But he left us.

I mean, with no money
and no connections,

he spent seven years turning
my little girl into one

of the top tennis
amateurs in this country,

and, now, I'm afraid
it's finished.

You know, this is her
dream, but I don't

see how I can let her continue.

Oh, hi, honey.

You all right?

This is Detective Lorenzo.

Alex.

I saw you at the club this
morning asking questions.

LORENZO: I, uh, I didn't want
to interrupt your practice.

Oh, that's OK.

I couldn't concentrate anyway.

I tried, mom, but I--

I can't do it without him.

Why would someone
want to kill Jason?

I don't know.

ALEX: What am I going to do?

Well, first thing, we're
going to have some lunch,

and then we're going to
sit down and talk about it.

And we'll probably cry a lot.

NICK: I'm afraid that's all I
can tell you, Detective Lance.

LANCE: So you didn't
hear anything, a gunshot,

a scream, anything like that?

Nope.

I showered at home, never
went near the lockers.

What else can you
tell me about Jason,

his relationship with Alex,
friends, anything like that?

He was a jerk.

He was a jerk to
his stepdaughter.

He didn't have any friends.

How long was Jason
a member of the club?

He wasn't a member.

They just let Alex practice
here for the publicity,

his student and mine.

Even the networks are
going to cover it.

LANCE: Really?

Are you about done, Detective?

You've questioned me.

You've questioned Nick.

You've ruined my
practice, and my dad is --

LANCE: I thought you
were Alex's friend.

She's my best friend.

Yeah, well your
best friend is home

crying because her
stepfather was murdered.

I'm trying to find
out who did it.

I wouldn't worry about
your practice too much.

You'll probably win by default.
- Yeah, well--

NICK: Traci, go
practice your forehand.

I apologize for that.

She's, uh, young and spoiled.

Rita, may I call you Rita?
Do you play tennis?

Well, uh, not--

How do you feel about,
uh, mixed singles?

Sorry, Nick, tennis
really isn't my game.

Thanks for your time.

[music playing]

Hey, is that tooth
still bothering you?

No, no, it's fine.

It's bugging the hell out of me.

Mmm.

Well, listen, if you
decide to change your mind,

I've got the name
of a good dentist.

What's his name?

Dr. Agony.

[chuckle]

You're bad.

You, uh-- no, I've
got a dentist already,

a friend of Dr. Weinstein's.

You've got a dental
referral from a coroner?

Yeah, I mean, teeth
are teeth, right?

Yeah, sure.

So, um, how is your picture
developing of Jason Walsh?

Well, I'll tell you what,
there are a lot of new shades

that are colorful adjectives
around to describe that guy.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Seems like the only
grieving going on around

here is for the Thorny
Rise reputation.

And the people
that knew him can't

decide whether they want to
dress in black or have a party.

LORENZO: Cotton.

What the hell's he doing?

So then President Ford
asked me for the 5-iron.

I know pardoning Nixon
that morning has got him

under a lot of stress, but the 5
is the wrong iron for this lie.

So I pull the sand
wedge, and I'm thinking,

is the Secret Service
going to shoot me

if I give him the wrong club?

[laughter]

Anyway, we had a big
argument, and I find out

later the whole thing
was on national TV,

didn't get a tip that day.

[laughter]

Well, guys, gotta run,
catch you tomorrow.

Hey, Cotton!

- Hey, Rita!
- Whoa!

Big C!
- Can we talk later?

I got a list of things to do.

Make Jones throw in the towel.

It's not like I
don't have faith.

You guys are the best.

Thanks.

But it's no coincidence that
Jason was killed on the 13th.

I mean, these people, you
know, these rich people?

Yeah.

They-- they can't
change a diaper without

their psychic's permission.

I mean, you're looking at
an occult killing here,

and once you get
it into your head

that these guys are going--

Cotton, Cotton,
shut up, shut up.

You're not a suspect.

Oh, and how can I help?

What do you know?
What have you heard?

Like I said, nothing.

Oh, Cotton, you're much
too modest, much too modest.

For example, where do most
hotwire auto thefts take place?

Parking lots, 34%.

What state loses the
most Toyota Cressidas?

- New York.
- Gran Marquis?

Texas.

What's the rate of increase
in car theft in America?

Latest figure, 1.6% per year.

I am impressed.

I have to admit.

Do you happen to know
the rate of car theft

here at Thorny Rise?

Do you?

27%.

[whistle]

Now, is that a statistical
anomaly or what, Cotton?

I'm not involved,
nothing illegal.

Well, maybe I hear about
some guy is looking

for an upscale car, or
maybe I happen to mention it

in passing to one of the
valet parking attendants,

but, hey, these rich guys, some
of them don't even report it.

Aren't you guys in homicide?
- You got the cuffs?

Yeah, got them right back
here, ready to put them on.

All right.
What do you want to know?

What do you know, and
what have you heard?

Have you met Nick Geiger?

Yeah, Mr. Hot to
Trot tennis pro?

He hated Jason
Wash, loathed him.

Nick was working his butt off
to train this rich chick, Traci

Linderman to be a
pro, and along comes

this low life with this
really sweet daughter, Alex.

Well, guess what?

Alex is a better player,
lots more motivation.

I'll bet that chewed Nick up.

COTTON: Oh, you bet.

I know two fights they were in.

In one, Nick almost gave Jason
a lobotomy with a bar stool.

Thanks, Cotton.

Thank you, Cotton, you
have been such a help.

NICK: OK, Traci,
let's call it a day.

Hey, Nick, I'd like to ask
you a couple of questions.

Shoot.

When you and Jason used to
fight, who usually used to win?

So we didn't like each other.

Is that a crime?

Hi, Nick.

NICK: Hi, Alex, so why
don't you just go over there

and do some warm up exercises?

I'll be with you right away.

OK.

I offered to help
practice with Alex.

It's not fair her career should
suffer just because Jason

got himself bumped off.

That's pretty convenient,
don't you think?

Now whoever wins the
tournament, you get the credit.

I didn't kill him.

You know, I mean, don't you
just love it how their eyes

start to narrow when they lie?

LANCE: Mhm.

[gunshots]

[scream]

Stay down.

Get down!

Go in the parking lot.

[music playing]

Hey!

Hold it!

[music playing]

MAN: It's probably
going to be in the shot.

[chatter]

Alex?

Oh, honey.

God.

Mrs. Walsh, why don't you
go ahead and take Alex home.

We'll put a squad car out in
front of your house tonight

and, by the morning,
check up on you.

- Thank you.
- OK.

Goodnight, Alex.

That's OK, bye.

Listen, hang around.

We may need to talk
to you in a minute.

Aspirin, the miracle drug.

Hmm.

Is it doing any good?

No.

Find out anything about the car?

Yeah, the checkered
blazer boys thinks it's one

of the hospitality vehicles.

They usually leave
the keys inside.

Hey, Nicky boy,
let's finish this up.

I don't want to get involved.

I think it's a
little late for that.

Yeah.

All I know is that
Jason was borrowing

money from loan sharks to pay
the freight on Alex's career.

A lot of those types
were hanging around.

Come on and name Nicky a name.

You didn't get this from me.

Of course.

Donnie "Dogs" DiBarto.

DONNIE: Car 54, how are you?

These are my friends.

We have the lovely
Sergeant Rita,

Sergeant Lorenzo, and
Miss Torque Wrench April

and Miss Torque Wrench May.

The best things in
life come on twos.

Hmm.

DONNIE: Ladies, why don't
you give us a few minutes

to discuss matters?

As much as I welcome the
beauty of your visit, Rita,

professional protocol dictates
you should make an appointment.

Yeah, well, sorry,
Donnie, it couldn't wait.

All these parts along
the wall, DiBarto,

they all seem to be without
boxes, warranties, or legality.

This is a legitimate shop.

Is that right?

So we've got Mercedes headrests,
Jaguar quarter panels,

this superb Lexus CD player.

Hmm.

What's the-- car
steering wheel.

These parts wouldn't happen
to be from cars with Thorny

Rise Country Club, would they?

What can I do for you?

You could start off by
telling me about your dealings

with Jason Walsh.

A very short
story, for six years,

I was his instant money machine.

He borrowed money to keep his
kid in fancy tennis shoes,

always paying back--

LANCE: Mhm.

DONNIE: --with
appropriate interest.

He was square even when he died.

So what do you
know about his death?

Nothing.

Why did you have
him beat up last fall?

Ah, that.

A few of my
misguided associates,

who have since moved on, they
had a discussion with Jason

about managing his daughter
when she turned pro.

There's a lot of money
to be made there.

And the answer was, no.

He was hotheaded.

He said a few things
he shouldn't have,

a fight broke out, but
that was the last of it.

My business with him has
been done many months ago.

You'd better hope so, DiBarto.

You want my advice?

No, no, I don't.

Jason's constant debt is
something I would look into.

You know, how much
could tennis balls cost?

Maybe he had other,
uh, pursuits.

So he liked the ladies?

Bumblebees don't
know so many flowers.

All right, thanks, Donnie.

Oh, um, listen, if we should
stop by later on this afternoon

and all this stuff is
still here, as cops,

we would be bound to report it.

See ya.

She won't come out of her
room, much less go to practice.

She doesn't want me to
go to work because she's

afraid to be alone.

Thank you, ma'am.

You know, I--

I always wanted Alex
to-- to sort of slow down

her obsession with tennis and
be more like other teenagers,

but this is not
what I had in mind.

Ma'am, obviously,
it's no coincidence

that somebody killed
your husband then

took a shot at Nick.

Is there anything
they have in common,

anything we don't know
about, mutual friends,

business associates?

When one came in the
room, The other would leave.

They barely speak to each other.

Oh, mom doesn't really know
what it takes to get this far.

So she's a lot more cavalier
about me giving it up.

What does it take?

Desire.

Jason used to call
it fire in the belly.

[chuckle]

You know, that's
the big difference

between Traci Linderman and me.

I mean, she's got much better
strokes with all those lessons

and stuff, but I want it more.

Hmm, so what are
you going to do?

I guess I'm going to have
to drop out of the tournament.

Why?

Well, after what
happened last night,

Nick won't even speak to me.

He thinks it's because
he was coaching

me that someone shot at him.

Like, they thought that he
was taking over my career.

No one else is going
to practice with me.

What if I introduced
you to someone who would?

Do you think that
I should go back?

It's not about
what I think, I mean,

you have been through so
much the last couple of days,

nobody, including your
mother, is qualified

to answer that for you.

My advice is that
you look inside

yourself and decide
what feels comfortable,

and you do what feels right.

Mrs. Walsh, there's
really no easy way

to approach this,
uh, rumor has it

that Jason was
unfaithful to you.

Your Mr. Rumor has got
his good ear to the ground,

doesn't he?

So you know about the affair?

Jason came from
a very bad home,

and he craved love
and acceptance,

even though he never learned
how to give it in return.

How's that?

Well, I hope you
understand that we'll

have to investigate this.

One of these women
might have killed him.

Gives me a pretty good
motive too, doesn't it?

Is there anything else
you can tell us, ma'am?

Anything at all?

You know the girl
Alex is playing

in the tournament, her rival?

Right.

Traci Linderman.

Talk to her father.

He threatened to kill Jason
for his, uh, behavior.

But are you saying that Jason
slept with Traci's mother?

With Traci.

[music playing]

[sigh]

COTTON: I don't have the time,
I've got irons in the fire,

and I don't get along with kids.

Well, the alternatives are
we could get a search warrant,

or we could put your apartment
through an atom smasher.

OK, OK, you want to take
the unlimited possibility

of my mind and distill
it down to babysitter.

- Mhm.
- Fine.

But it's on your
head, really, Lance,

all that I do not accomplish
while I'm handholding this kid.

[throat clear]

I knew you'd see it our way.

May I assume you've come to
question my daughter again?

No, Mr. Linderman.

Actually, we came
to speak with you.

MR. LINDERMAN: Perhaps we'd
be more comfortable inside.

Traci, Nick tells
me you've been

loafing through practice again.

Oh, mom.

Oh, don't you oh, mom, me.

Honey, you're so
close to everything

I ever dreamed of for you.

Don't risk losing this chance.

Come on.

Let's practice.

My wife and I stay
together for Traci.

We think it's in
our best interest.

From whose perspective,
Mr. Linderman?

Actually, it's Traci we
want to talk to you about,

relationship with Jason Walsh.

He took advantage
of her, one time only.

How'd you find out about him?

She told me.

It's her way of
getting back at daddy,

drive a stake through my heart.

And you threatened
Jason Walsh, didn't you,

Mr. Linderman?
- Yes.

Yes, I did.

I went to see him.

When he agreed that
would be the end of it,

I dropped the matter.

But I certainly didn't kill him.

Your daughter is under
the age of consent.

What Jason did is a crime.

I was thinking of Traci when
I decided not to pursue it,

Detective.

Please don't say
anything to my wife.

Despite our differences, I don't
wish to cause her any pain.

No problem. let's play again.

You know what they call
this place, don't you?

Thorny Rise.

Horny Wives.

This is the Sodom and
Gomorrah of country clubs.

If God were to look down and
say, show me one decent person,

and I'll save them all,
this would be the salt

lick capital of the world.

You're back on your heels, Alex.

Close the front shoulder.

Pivot and open the hips
when you're moving forward.

Cotton, what the
hell are you doing?

You're supposed to hit
practice balls, not coach.

You don't even play.

Now, shut up.

Au contraire, Christophus.

As a youngster, I
started on a string

of prestigious prep school
teams from Tallahassee

to Baton Rouge.

Really?

So you moved around a lot?

I was expelled a lot.

Uh, I've got to go help Alex.

That's really sad.

Oh, is the world
getting uglier,

or am I just noticing it more?

Well, I think it's
a little bit of both,

and you know that old adage,
it's not whether you win

or you lose, it's how
you play the game?

No more.

Yeah, it's kind of like
Little League parents

fighting over a tee ball game.

Mhm.

Actually, I was thinking
more like little girls

in tennis skirts.
I mean, look at Alex.

You think she really
wants to be a champion,

or you think some adult
has convinced her that she

wants to be a champion?

That's a good question.

You know, ever since I was a
little kid from the earliest I

can remember, everybody
was always telling me

I was going to be a lawyer.

Really?

Yeah.

Saying I was articulate,
I was clever.

And I bought into that stuff
all the way through high school.

Alex is going to be a
lawyer just like my pop.

Yeah, well, I guess you
got off on the wrong station

someplace, eh?

[chuckle]

You should've seen my
father's face when I told them

I was going into criminology.

He was livid.

I'm sure he just
wanted the best for you.

Well, you know, I
guess in that respect,

he's no different from
Traci's pop or Jason Walsh.

Did you hate your dad?

Mm-hmm, of course not.

Well, then it sounds like
he was a lot different.

Good point.

Oh.

So nice to have a
pro around the house.

I can't believe
your husband doesn't

care that we're out here.

He doesn't care
what I do, just so I

don't try to do it with him.

Nick, you're sure Traci can beat
that Walsh girl, aren't you?

They're pretty
evenly matched, really.

I think it's going to come
down to who wants it more.

I'll tell you who
wants it more, you do.

Isn't that right, Nick?

My husband spends a lot
of money on your tennis.

If you want a gravy
train to continue

as well as the
other perks, you'll

make sure that Traci wins.

[music playing]

Did your husband
kill Jason Walsh?

[laughter]

Nick, darling, we
thought you did.

[music playing]

They all think that I don't
know about Jason and Traci.

Yuck.

How did you find out about it?

ALEX: Traci told me.

We've become really
good friends since they

let me practice at Thorny Rise.

Alex, can you think
of anyone who might have

wanted to kill your stepfather?

Alex, you can trust us.

Traci's dad has a gun.

How do you know that?

Traci brought it
into the locker room.

She said she was going to
kill Jason for what he did.

I thought I talked
her out of it.

When was that?

The day he died.

[music playing]

MR. LINDERMAN: Surely
this is as unnecessary

as it is ridiculous.

I assume you're
questioning everyone

at the club who owns a gun.

The bullets fired
at Nick and Alex

were recovered from
the tennis courts.

They're .22 caliber,
Mr. Linderman,

in all probability, the
same kind that killed Jason.

Which means absolutely
nothing to me, Detective.

My .22 is a target pistol.

Just a routine part
of our investigation.

Mmm.

Then I will be on record
with your superior

concerning this
routine intrusion.

That'd be fine.

[music playing]

I don't understand.

It's gone.

LANCE: So you want to tell
us how it happened, Traci?

It's no big deal.

Alex's step dad was rugged,
not like the other wimps

at the country club.

And he seduced you.

I kind of seduced him.

I'm not a kid, you know?

Why tell your father?

To see what he'd do.

He doesn't give much
of a damn about me.

He's too busy with
his stocks and stuff.

Mom's the only one who
cares if I win or not.

He cared enough to confront
Jason about it though,

didn't he?

Yeah.

I never expected that.

It was so cool.

He told Jason off.

He said he'd see him in jail
if ever touched me again.

And then what happened?

And then Jason
knocked my dad down.

He bent over and laughed at him.

He said that since everyone else
had already slept with my mom,

he thought he'd try me.

Is that why he took the
gun to the club that day?

Well, Jason didn't have
to humiliate him like that.

It was the first time my
dad ever cared enough.

[music playing]

Did you shoot him, Traci?

[music playing]

Alex didn't want me to.

I didn't really want
to either, you know?

Where's the gun now?

I put it back in my
dad's cabinet that same day

during lunch so
he wouldn't know.

MRS. LINDERMAN: Oh,
baby, are you all right?

Are you all right?

MR. LINDERMAN:
This is an outrage.

How can you people even
suspect my little girl

killing that man?

What motive could
she possibly have?

She has a very important
tournament tomorrow afternoon,

and you are ruining
her concentration.

This is an order from
Judge Walker to release her.

[music playing]

You know, I have thought some
pretty disparaging thoughts

about you in the
past, Cotton, and they

have all been justified.

But this time, I've
got to hand it to you.

Two days ago, that
girl was a basket case.

And today, she is just
beaming with life.

Yeah, and I thought
you said that you

weren't any good with kids.

Hey, what can I tell you,
there's definite aptitude here.

Don't pop back too fast on the
stretch, Alex, nice and slow.

No, I used to shy
away from kids.

But I think I found my calling.

So now you're going to go
and get a job at the Y, work

at the inner city kids?

No, I was thinking more
on the high end, like--

like her.

Oh, come on,
Cotton, what makes you

think you can be Alex's coach?

Same place makes
me a good golf caddy.

These games are
just really math,

geometry, physics, science.

And I can do in my
mind in one second

what it takes others hours of
computer models to accomplish.

Yeah, well, you know all
of those things may be true,

but whatever happened to fun.

Really, get real.

We're talking about endorsement
contracts and appearance fees.

You want to have
fun, get a yo-yo.

And you're going to make a
great parent someday, Cotton.

What are you guys
doing here anyway?

Um, thinking about
shutting down the tournament

for everybody's safety.

Don't do it.

Increase security or something.

That kid's worked all her life
to get to tomorrow afternoon.

You can't take
that away from her.

I know.

[music playing]

[sigh]

What do you think, Rita?

Did-- did we miss something?

Are we on the wrong
track, or what?

No, I think
we're really close.

I just don't think they're
telling us everything.

Well, we'll just
have to ask them

again and again until they do.

I think it's really a
shame that your parents

wanted you to be a lawyer.

I mean, I think you would
have been a really good cop.

Now come on, go see the dentist.

Come on.

What did your
parents want you to be?

A teacher, an
elementary school teacher.

[laughter]

Well, what's wrong with that?

Oh, I'm not knocking
the profession, I just--

I can't see you in the part.

I mean, how much butt can
you kick on a playground?

Yeah, well, you
always did know

what I liked about this job.

Come on, Sam, go
see the dentist.

You'll feel better.

You know, I--

I don't think this
is the right time.

I mean, my tooth
could get better.

It feels better already.

It's much improved.

Listen, I'll pick
you up later, OK?

Come on.

Go.

Go.

Go on.

No chance whatsoever,
Mr. DiBarto.

The Linderman's have
signed with Al Dorfman.

He's a top tennis agent around.

What about the Walsh girl?

Well, you might
have a shot there.

The mother's trash.

She'll go for the gold.

If you wave enough green, you
can adopt the kid, if you want.

LANCE: I don't
think so, Nicky boy.

You know, it wouldn't look
too good for Mrs. Walsh

to be negotiating
with murder suspects.

LORENZO: I'll tell you
what, ace, Why don't you

trot on back to the clubhouse.

You wait for us
there, all right?

And don't you go too far.

I'm just itching
to arrest somebody.

So why am I still a suspect?

Jason wouldn't let
you handle Alex's career

so you bumped him off.

You take over anyway.

How's that?

What's the matter with
you, a testosterone surge?

Rita, talk to your partner.

An act as such as you speak is
only utilized as a last resort,

usually, uh, self-defense.

Rita, I had absolutely nothing
to do with Jason Walsh's death.

That's my word.

All right, Donnie, but you
got to promise you're going

to keep your hands off of Alex.

Otherwise, we're going
to have to come back.

Deal.

GOLFER: Fore!

[chuckle]

You can't go in there,
can you, Donnie boy?

They won't let you join.

Be nice, eh?

I didn't know you
played golf, Donnie.

I wouldn't think that
would be your game.

Of course, kid,
I was born for it.

You get mad, swing the
club, put it in a hole,

and lie about it afterwards.

[laughter]

- Oh, man.
- Very good.

Man, I hate tennis.

Come on, it'll be all right.

Oh.

LANCE: Dr. Weinstein's friend
is a forensics dentist, right?

Yeah, compares skeleton
teeth to make identifications.

So how's the
root canal feeling?

Well, the root canal is
fine, but see the swelling?

Uh-huh.

The bonehead had to
stick me seven times,

first Novocaine shot
he'd given in 20 years.

Mmm.

Well, next time, you'll
go to my guy, OK?

[chuckle]
Surely you jest.

There will never be a next time.

As long as I live,
I'll never go back

to one of those drill mongers.

Hi, Alex.

[gunshots]

Get down!

You OK?

Yeah.

Yeah.

[music playing]

[tire squeal]

Heading east on
Bishop passing Roymont.

Looks like he's headed
for the interstate.

Request chopper
support and roadblocks.

[music playing]

[tire squeal]

[tire squeal]

[tire squeal]

[tire squeal]

[tire squeal]

[crash]

[tire squeal]

LORENZO: She went in the mall.

LANCE: The Mustang turned out
to be another club courtesy car,

and guess what?

The driver wore gloves.

LORENZO: Every possible
motive for killing Jason Walsh

has been taken by someone.

He cheated on Caitlin.

He abused Alex.

He almost came to blows
with Nick, insulted DiBarto,

humiliated Linderman, and
most of the sheet shimmying

with Traci, and that is before
we get to all these people.

Oh, thank you.

Hmm, listen.

The bullets from last night,
they match the earlier ones,

but without a murder
weapon, we're nowhere.

The stolen car, no prints.

[tap]

Let's switch.
- Why?

You're doing so great.

Because I'm tired, and
I want to be the thinker.

LANCE: It's just
like you, right when

I think I have it figured out.

So despite Jason's death,
he is not the real victim.

Alex is.

With Jason gone,
now Alex is left

with no coach, no mentor, and
then Nick volunteers his help.

So the killer scares
him off with potshots.

So now, alone again,
Alex goes home, too freaked

out to play in the tournament.

Until we set her up
with Coach Cotton, who

brings her out of the doldrums.

LANCE: Then our killer has to
take a shot at him, once again,

scaring the hell out of Alex.

You know, if she can find
the mental courage to show up

at this tournament and
play this afternoon,

she could be the next target.

Hey, good luck today.

You too.

You're my best friend, Alex.

You're the only one who doesn't
treat me like the spoiled bitch

I sometimes am.

If I have to lose to anybody,
it might as well be you.

Besides, I figure we're going
to pound each other as pros

for the next 10 years, so
it doesn't really matter who

wins on any given day, right?

Right.

I'm really sorry
about Jason, Alex.

I don't know how
you have the courage

to come back to this place.

Traci, did you kill him?

No.

But I guess I deserve
to have you ask it.

Well, see you on the court.

OK.

Her head's in a
really good place.

I don't see how Traci can lose.

Good.

Just make sure that's
how it turns out.

LORENZO: Mrs. Linderman?

- I have nothing to say to you.
- Yes, ma'am.

I understand.

I just-- I wanted
to apologize to you.

We've dropped our investigation
regarding your daughter's

involvement in the
death of Jason Walsh,

and we, uh, well,
we're sorry, ma'am.

As well you should be.

Please, leave me alone.

I understand.

Uh, would you do
me a favor though?

Would you wish Traci
good luck today?

I think she's going to need it.

What did you say
about the match?

Well, I just think
it's going to be a doozy.

I mean, Alex is all
revved up and ready to go.

You know, I think this last week
has given her some to play for.

Going to be a hell of a match.

[music playing]

Mrs. Linderman, you scared me.

I'm so sorry.

Are you looking for Traci?

She's already on the court.

No, dear, I was
looking for you.

It's a shame what happened
to your ignorant stepfather,

isn't it?

I guess the only thing
worse would be if it

happened to your mother too.

[sigh]

You killed Jason, didn't you?

This is Traci's day
to shine, to be noticed.

I'm not going to let you or
anybody else get in her way.

LANCE: I don't think
it's going to happen

that way, Mrs. Linderman.

Get back, Alex.

I suspect that Traci will be
retired from tennis by time

you get out of jail.

Oh!

Mrs. Linderman, good day.

Hey, come on, Alex,
everybody's waiting.

OK, y'all stay
here nice and quiet.

After they call a forfeit,
we'll all go home,

and nobody will get hurt.

Look, that's not
going to solve anything.

Why don't you give me the gun?

No.

Not until Traci wins.

That's not how she
wants it, Mrs. Linderman.

Traci wants to play me.

As if you know anything.

She wouldn't quit.

She wouldn't stop practicing.

I killed her damn
father, for God's sakes.

Wouldn't you think
she'd give up?

I think this is a good time
to propose a cooling down.

As a parent, I have
the right to act my

in my daughter's best interest.

Mrs. Linderman, you really
didn't know that Jason

slept with your daughter?

What?

LORENZO: Get out!

[gunshot]

Oh!

[thud]

You OK?

You OK?

Yeah, we're OK.

You can't do this to me.

You don't know how
much I've sacrificed.

Let go of me!

Traci needs this more than
you do, don't you understand?

Do you want her?

Yeah.

Hey.

OK?

You OK?
- Uh-huh.

[sobbing]

Don't let her win, Alex.

Don't let anything that lady
said change your life, OK?

Does it seem to you that
the rules are changing

out from underneath us?

Yeah, man.

I remember when tennis
was just a game.

Winning was a sign of
personal achievement,

not a way to get a
shoe endorsement.

So how do you know when
you've actually won one?

Same way you always could--

[applause]

--people cheered.

[applause]

Oh, drat!

Ha!

[grunt]

I thought you said
you play tennis.

- I do.
- Oh.

I just--

I need some more aspirin.

Right.

Oh, man, you know what?

How much does a blood
transfusion from Monica Seles

cost you?

I was singles
champ in high school.

Well, at least that.

Look, don't take it out on me.

It's not my fault. No,
my dentist would have

known that you
needed a wisdom tooth

taken out and not a root canal.

No, don't-- don't laugh at me.

You're laughing at me.

That's-- that's not fair.

Look, I have set
the appointment up.

You'll go see him.

It'll be fine.

Meanwhile, if you're really
serious about playing Cotton

and Alex, you better get busy.

All right, coach,
what do we have to do?

WOMAN: Excuse me,
but these courts are

reserved for club members only.
- Is that right?

Well, uh, we're new here.

New members.

Aren't you those
two police officers?

Uh, you must be mistaken.

I'm an elementary
school teacher.

And I'm a lawyer.

BOTH: Nah!

[music playing]

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