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[crickets chirping]

Dammit, I told her to
stay away from that punk.

No, I gotta go in.

Later, baby, I'll wear you out.

[crickets chirping]

[car door closes]

[car door closes]

[sighs]

Do you mind?

Kathleen, this isn't very smart.

You know how your father
feels about you and

Darren.

Can't you even say it?

Look, I'm out of here, Kat.

I'll call you tomorrow.

VALERIE: Not a good idea.

My husband can make
trouble for you.

Your life will get complicated.

Stay away from her.

You're not my mother.

VALERIE: Go upstairs.

Do you want your father
to come down here?

Go upstairs.

See you soon, lover.

[music playing]

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Coming
up at 11 o'clock.

We'll be back right
after the news.

[music playing]

[moaning]

Darren, ugh.

[theme music playing]

(SINGING) Whoa, whoa whoa.

Whoa, whoa, ayy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh yeah.

Mm mm mm.

Oww.

[basketball bouncing]

[yelling]

[groans]

Oh man.

Foul.

Darren Langford,
unnecessary youth

[whistle blows]
Oh man, I thought

white men couldn't jump.

Yo coach, you
better bench yourself.

Somebody want to
get this man a cane?

Cane?

You better watch yourself, son,
or I'll take care of it myself.

Where did you get that
hickey on your neck, huh?

What, did you buy
that mail order,

because I know you are much too
ugly to get that from a woman.

Heh, he's blushing.

[laughs]

All right, come on.

Let's take it to them, get
some points on the board.

[basketball bouncing]

I'll run for pinks, Lorenzo.

Break your heart, Langford.

Look, Chris, can I
talk to you for a minute?

Look, I'm kind of jammed up.

I was due some place
10 minutes ago.

What's up?
- Cool.

I'll talk to you later.

Hey, D, if it's
important, I got time.

It'll keep, thanks.

I'll see you.

[engine starting]

Oh no, come on.

Oh, don't do this to me,
you miserable piece of

[engine revving]

Woo hoo hoo, Detroit magic.

I love this car.

RITA: George, relax.

He's not that late.

You want tuna, or Swiss?

Sorry?

Sandwiches, George.

Remember, we were
working, we got hungry.

I fixed sandwiches.

Oh, tuna, please.

OK.

I'm sorry I've been
a space ranger today.

That's all right.

Are you sweating this trial?

I'd say we've got them
both nailed down tight.

This case is a dunker.

I could phone it in.

So then, what is it?

You can talk to me.

Is it marriage problems?

- Who told you?
- Well.

I mean, how did you know?
I mean, nobody knows.

You are so damn
perceptive, Rita.

[sighs]

I figure you got work
and you got your family.

If it's not one, it's
the other, right?

You guys just had your
twelfth anniversary.

I thought everything
was going terrific.

Yeah, except I'm
starting to feel like I'm

living in one of these things.

Safe, comfortable,
all my needs met.

But on the other
side of the glass,

there's a whole other
world, full of chances,

and gambles, and excitement.

Does any of this make
any sense to you?

You're thinking
about having an affair.

You read me like a book,
Rita, and you always have.

Does that mean I'm
a terrible person?

No.

Everybody fantasizes, George.

It is just a fantasy, right?

So far.

I've met someone.

Well, I didn't just meet her,
I've known her for a while.

We worked together.

But lately, I've been
seeing her in new light.

I get flutters in my
stomach when we're together.

Listen to me, I sound like
a schoolboy with a crush.

Does she feel the same way?

I don't know.

In a funny way, I
hope she doesn't.

Because if she does, we could
both be drawn inexorably

into an emotional quagmire.

CHRIS: You two decent in there?

Sorry I'm late,
game went into OT.

- Did you win?
- What do you mean, did we win?

Of course we won, I'm the
coach, and the referee.

Let me know when your next
game is, I'll put a bet down.

All right.

Come on, Donovan,
give me your worst.

My testimony is unshakeable.

Let's do this later,
sometime early next week,

after you have a
chance to shower.

No, come on, what
are you talking about?

Look, we already bit
into our weekends,

let's get this over with.

I tee off in a half hour,
and you're eating my sandwich.

You're damn right, I'm
eating your sandwich.

No, no, you enjoy.

Rita, thanks for
the use of the hall.

I'll see you kids
around the campus.

See you, George.

Wait a minute.

I bust my buns to get over here
and Donovan's got a tee time?

Man, I could've hung out
and talked to Darren.

Darren, he's on
your basketball team,

the one that works on your car.

That's the one,
that's the one.

He had something on his
mind he wanted to rap about,

but I blew him off
to come over here.

You know, Donovan, he, ah,
he seemed a tad distracted.

I guess my fish
make him nervous.

[music playing]

Tell me I'm the
only one, Darren.

Tell me you love me.

I'm the only one.

You're the only one.

Make love to me.

[groaning]

[gasps]

Get back here, you little.

Uh oh.

Told you to stay away
from my daughter,

you squirming little punk.
I'll kill you.

No, Daddy, leave him alone.

I don't want to
hurt you, Mr. Carlson.

[splash]

[laughter]

GARTH: I'll kill
you, you little punk.

[phone rings]

Yo, Lorenzo.

DARREN: Hello?

What, who--

Darren, is that you?

[coughs] Yeah.

Have you been drinking, man?

DARREN: Yeah.

Man, I have messed
everything up.

No, Darren, you
didn't mess anything up.

Booze isn't going to help,
trust me on that, all right?

Just talk to me, and we'll
walk through this together.

I swear to God, man, one decent
thing comes into my life,

and I'm blowing it, Chris.

I can't handle it anymore.

All this sneaking
around and lying.

I can't give it up, either.

I got the jones bad.

Look, you know,
Darren, why don't you

tell me where you are.

And I'll come by.

I'll pour some coffee on that
three-point frame of yours,

all right?
Where you at?

Look, I want to talk it with
you, but [yawns] not right now.

I want to catch some z's.

Darren, when you decide
you want to talk, all right,

you call me anytime, anyplace.

I'll be there.

DARREN: Tomorrow at practice.

I'm sorry I woke you up.

[basketball bouncing]

Nice shot.

Hey, Paco, you seen
Darren around, man?

No, he got school
today, Coach.

Anybody else?

Has anybody seen Darren?

All right.

All right, come on,
shirts and skins.

I want some hustle today.

[music playing]

Hey, Lorenzo.
Hey Bonner, what's up?

What, did I win the
football pool or something?

Me and Kennealy just
got back from a DB call.

Kid got himself shot.

Found this in his billfold.

It has your home
number on the back.

Figured maybe he knew you.

Lorenzo?

WOMAN: It's too bad.

Kid can't be more than 17.

[music playing]

Now, look.

There's going to
be more than that.

I'm telling you, that's
all she wrote, Lorenzo.

Uniforms found the kid
lying in the street.

Me and Kennealy rode out
there and wrote up the report.

Gunshot wound to the
chest, fired by person,

or persons unknown.
- OK.

Who's primary on it?

Me.

I don't see it closing.

It's going to stay in
red ink on the board

unless we get some major break.

Whoa, wait a minute.

You're going to walk
on this, Bonner?

A kid is dead.

Probably drug related.

Could be a gang thing,
or maybe he just cut

the wrong guy off in traffic.

And why all the
interest on your part?

You and Lance are the
red ball-- high-priority

homicide hot shots.

Why swim around with
us bottom feeders?

You're not going
to get your name

in the newspaper on this one.

I'm just trying to
figure out what went wrong.

I knew this kid.

He was Lorenzo's snitch,
that makes it real important.

Yeah, another punk got wasted.

To me, it's an ecology
killing, thinning the herd.

You watch your mouth, Bonner.

He was a friend of mine.

What are you nuts, Lorenzo?

I want this case, Bonner.

You got a problem with that?

You got it hot shot.

Just clear it with
Lieutenant Hudson.

Get the paperwork from Kennealy.

And while you're at it,
you can kiss my ass.

Chris, I'm sure that Detective
Bonner has places to go.

He knows where he can go.

[sighs]

What was that all about?

If I ever get
that cold hearted,

shoot me and put me
out of my misery.

Darren was a good kid.

He wasn't some piece of
garbage left in the street,

to be kicked back in the gutter.

I know.

His life meant
something, Rita.

So should his death.

DARREN'S MOTHER: Gangs?

Darren didn't have anything
to do with gang bangers.

You know that.

Mrs. Langford, I'm
not trying to upset you.

I'm just trying to
make some kind of sense

out of what's happened.

I know.

I guess I'm still raw.

Those two other
cops, they were--

well, they didn't know my boy.

But you did.

You know what kind
of boy he was.

Yes, I do.

And I want whoever did
this to pay for it.

Look, Mrs. Langford,
anything you can tell me?

A list of his friends, anybody
he might have hung out with.

Do you know this girl?

No, I haven't seen her.

But Darren was popular
with the girls.

Why?

Why, Chris?

Why would someone kill my boy?

Why?

CHRIS: OK, OK, his car's right
here, right front wheel up

on the curb.

Why?

Well, maybe he pulls in fast.

He bails out.

Maybe somebody is chasing him.

He gets out of the car, he
runs, and they shoot him.

And he goes down right here.

Right

Boom.

Because he was
shot in the chest.

All right now, somebody's
chasing him from behind.

Who's in front
doing the shooting?

So maybe they get their
car up with his, right?

They force him over.

And they pass him, and then
somebody shoots him from here.

All right, stand right here.
Stand right there.

OK, now, somebody forces
me over to the curb.

And I'm going to get out
and make a run for it.

Right.

No way.

Darren was faster
than I am, all right?

Now, if somebody
was chasing him,

he would have gotten a
lot farther before they

could get in front of him.

Right.

OK, new scenario.

Darren sees something
going down, right?

He pulls over to help.

He gets this far out of his
car, and somebody pops him.

Maybe.

Or maybe Darren's not alone.

There's somebody else
in the car with him,

like his mystery girl, that
nobody in his whole damn school

seems to know, right?

So they get in an
argument, she shoots him.

Darren rams the curb.

He staggers out.

He goes down right here.

It's even better.

How many high
school girls do you

know that carry guns, though?
- We only need one.

Hey, Vince.

How you doing?

Where's the Firebird?

Firebird right over there.

Great, thanks.

[sighs] Man, Darren
loved this car.

You know that he rebuilt
the engine in an auto shop?

Really?

I wanted to buy it from
him before I got the Charger,

but he wouldn't sell it to me.

What is it with guys and cars?

I mean, you're always
complaining about yours.

You're cussing at
it, swearing at it,

but you won't get rid it.

It's a classic.

It's got soul.

Yeah.

OK.

Well, we've got a blood
smear, left underside

of the steering wheel.

Got another smear here
on the door handle.

Check this out.

It's thick nape.

It looks expensive.

All right, the scenario
gets another rewrite.

Darren gets shot someplace else.

He puts the wash cloth
against his chest,

and he tries to drive
himself to the hospital.

But, he starts to fade.

He knows he's not
going to make it.

What about the phone booth?

He's driving along,
he's losing it.

He sees the phone booth,
he goes to call for help.

He gets out of his
car, and he collapses.

And he rams the
curb, the washcloth

gets jammed in
between the seats.

That works.

It does.

I'm going to go talk
to Dr. Weinstein,

and see what her crystal
ball conjures up.

32-caliber lead
slug entered here.

It ricocheted off a rib and
did some major tissue damage

before it lodged
in the left lung.

There was no exit wound.

He died from internal bleeding.

You know, that little
slug made a slow leak.

Can you give us a ballpark
estimate on how long

he lived after he was shot?

No more than 10, 15 minutes max.

10, 15 minutes.

So, how far was the
shooter from the victim?

Close.

There was gunpowder
smudging around the wound.

Virtually contact-- no
more than three inches.

Up close and personal.

Right.

Yeah, intimate maybe.

Semen traces indicate
recent sexual activity.

So, we have violence and
sex all in the same frame,

making this a crime of passion.

[phone rings]

Burning the midnight oil?

George, you didn't
have to do this.

They're really lovely.

You were there for me.

I appreciate it.

There's not a lot of people
I can share my feelings with.

It's not easy for me.

Yeah, me either.

Well, I guess if you ignore the
feelings, they'll just go away,

right?

We've got a lot in common.

The rumor mill has it that
Chris almost cleaned Bonner's

clock in the parking lot today.
What's wrong?

I think you should
talk to Chris about that.

It's kind of personal.

Ah, you don't want to
betray his confidence.

It's very like you, Rita.

And that's why I feel
safe to confide in you.

I mean, to share my innermost
thoughts and feelings.

Hey, I've got a 14-year-old
bottle of scotch in my office.

Buy you a drink, Detective?

I have to take a rain check.

I should really wrap all this
stuff up before it multiplies.

Oh.

Well, I won't keep you then.

Goodnight.

RITA: Did you ever talk to her?

The woman that you
were attracted to?

Yes.

And?

I'm beginning to think the
attraction may be mutual.

Ah.

Well, feelings won't get
you into any hassle, George.

Acting on those feelings might.

Be careful, all right?

- I'll try.
- Goodnight.

I'm telling you,
man, this chick

was built like something out
of some magazine, or something.

Are you Eddie Weldon?

Sergeant Lorenzo.

This is my partner,
Sergeant Lance.

What?
I ain't done nothing.

We understand that Darren
Langford worked here with you.

Yeah, Joe College?

And me, I graduated last year.

I heard Darren got dusted.

That's wack.

Do either of you
know this girl?

Yeah.

Darren knew her real good,
a couple of times a week.

Right down on "The
Outlaw," her daddy's boat.

Her name's Kat.

At least that's
what he called her.

What was her last name?

[laughs] Trouble.

You see, Daddy caught him
doing the wild thing aboard.

He and the missus
came down nooner,

found the bed already occupied.

Man, it was rich.

Daddy yelling, Little
Miss Hot Pants screaming.

Darren shoved Daddy overboard.

This happened recently?

A couple of days ago.

Daddy hollered that he
was going to kill Darren.

You might want to
check him out, huh?

EDDIE: Garth Carlson,
all his info was

on file at the harbormaster.

Thanks, Eddie.

EDDIE: No problem.

Kathleen?

KATHLEEN: Yes?

We're police officers.

We'd like to speak with you.

What is it?

Kathleen, you know
Darren Langford?

Is he in some kind of trouble?

Whatever it is, my
father's behind it.

He hates Darren.

Um, someone killed Darren.

Killed?

No, that can't be.

This can't be happening.

I loved him.

Darren was supposed to
meet me after school,

and he didn't make it.

That wasn't like him.

He'd always call if
he couldn't make it.

But I thought he was
afraid, after the trouble

with my father.

Because of the fight
aboard your yacht.

Who are you people?

CHRIS: Police officers.

Are you Mr. Carlson?

Yes, I am.

I don't appreciate you
barging in here like this.

We didn't barge in.

We're investigating the
murder of Darren Langford.

Murder?

I can't believe my daughter
has anything to do with this.

We're questioning
everybody who knew Darren.

It's standard procedure.

Well, I think before
anyone gives any answers,

I would like to call my lawyer.

Darren is dead, Daddy.

Are you happy now?

He's never going to touch me
again, never make love to me.

Kathleen, that's enough.

Pff.

CHRIS: We have two
eyewitnesses that

saw you threaten
Darren Langford's

life aboard your yacht.

Now, we can talk
about that here,

or you can call your lawyer
and have him meet us downtown.

Your call.

I spend $10 grand a year
on her private schools

so she meets the
right kind of boys,

and she gives
herself to this punk.

Now, you also
say you didn't see

Darren again after he pushed
you in the water that Sunday

afternoon.

That's correct.

And yes, I did say
I would kill him.

Haven't you ever said
anything stupid in the heat

of anger, Detective?

Do you own a
32-caliber pistol, sir?

No.

Kathleen's young, rebellious,
angry so much of the time.

I always thought this
romance was her way

of getting back at her father.

And you?

I'm cast as the
evil stepmother.

Didn't Kathleen tell you?

She doesn't give a damn what
I think, one way or another.

You know what our big
heart to heart mother

daughter conversation was?

Condoms, the pill, or foam?

Well, I use the pills, so
of course she chose foam.

Yeah, well my mom was
real big on abstinence.

Hey, at least
she was religious

about using birth control.

Doesn't that qualify
as family values?

Did your husband dislike
all of Kathleen's boyfriends,

or was it just Darren?

There were no others.

Darren was her first love.

Did you ever hear
Garth threaten Darren

before the yacht incident?

He never caught the kid in
bed with his baby girl before.

Does your husband own
a 32-caliber pistol,

Mrs. Carlson?

No.

Donovan, [inaudible]

Oh yeah.

Rita was just briefing
me on the Lopez case.

Fascinating.

No, the Langford case, George.

Whatever.

Well I need to get going.

Whoa, whoa, wait up
there, [inaudible]..

Look, I know you've
been briefed,

but let me give you the skinny
from the lab, all right?

Now, we found carpet fibers
on Darren's clothing--

brand-new carpet fibers.

We also found a paint
smear on his palm.

Now, given the history between
Garth Carlson and Darren,

do we have enough reasonable
cause to get a warrant?

To go in, search Carlson's
place, to try to find fibers

and paint that'll match?

Iffy.

Even if the judge signs off
and you get a fiber match,

it's still weak.

I mean, how much
of that carpet's

been sold in the Palm Beach
area in the last six months

to a year?

Were the fibers in
the wound, proving he

was there when he was shot?

I mean, he could've
been there earlier

and been shot somewhere else.

Now, as for the paint--

All right, all right.

You don't need to show off.

Just tee the ball up properly
for me, Lorenzo, then back off

and let the big dog eat.

Lunch, next week.

I'll even take you
someplace with a foundation,

instead of four wheels.

Sounds very tempting, George.

Why don't you call me?

GEORGE: Great.

Lorenzo.

See you, George.

How long has Donovan
had this thing for you?

I mean, did it come on
quickly, like a virus, or--

Oh, get out of here.

Donovan has taken me
to lunch lots of times.

Yeah, and he always
buys you roses.

No.
You know what?

Trust me, Rita.

Donovan doesn't want
to take you to lunch.

Donovan wants to
have you for lunch.

The testosterone is
seeping through his suit.

Oh come on, Chris.

I mean, he's married.

He's a family man.

And he's, he's Donovan.

CHRIS: OK.

Look, Carlson has no history
on the computer, correct?

Kathleen was our
number one contender.

Maybe the spinning bottle
stops on her again.

Possible.

But not the way that we figured.

That there was a lover's
quarrel after sex,

which led to the shooting.

Well, wait, no.

Is this another hunch?

No, Weinstein said
that Darren definitely

had sex prior to his death.

Right.

But not with Kathleen.

See, Valerie said
that she was very

careful about birth control.

Kathleen used foam.

Dr. Weinstein says that
she found traces of semen,

but no spermicide--
meaning that Darren was

having sex with somebody else.

GARTH: I couldn't watch you
every minute of the day,

so I hired someone who could.

And he took these.

Oh, Garth.

It's just a boy, though.

Was just a boy.

But look.

Look how hungry you are for him.

Look how you're going for him.

You want a divorce?

No.

I want to see you like that.

I want that part of you.

I want to hear all about it.

I want you to tell me
everything that he did to you--

every single detail.

Garth, it's so nasty.

It makes me feel so dirty.

[basketball bouncing]

Hey, coach

Hey Zach, what's up?

Bummer about Darren, huh?

You working the case?

Yeah.

Yeah, not much to go on so far.

We ah-- you know.

You OK with it, man?

Yeah.

I went and saw his mom today.

It helped some, but it just
doesn't make sense, man.

You know, none whatever.

No, it doesn't.

So, how was your trip back east?

Everything good with your pops?

Yeah.

He married some
chick half his age.

It's kind of weird.

You know, it's like, she
should be with me, you know,

not with him.

Zach, did Darren ever
talk to you about Kathleen?

I mean, everybody else around
here, nobody's seen her,

or ever talked to her.

But you and Darren,
you guys were tight.

Yeah, you know, she was
always shady about him.

You know, like he was
guilty or something,

always sneaking around,
everything this big secret.

But yeah, you know, she
lives up in those new condos

by the marina.

No, she lives behind the
gates over on Winwood Terrace.

He must have moved
then, because he

gave me a call one time to
go there and give him a jump.

You know, I mean his car
was punk, wouldn't crank.

And man, I got a
look at her, Coach,

and she was some fine work.

Women her age are
supposed to be wild.

Kathleen is 17 years old.

We're talking about two
different slides here.

The one I saw out there
was way more than that.

I know this is
kind of technical,

but we need to be certain.

Now, Mrs. Carlson
gave you permission

to let people into her unit?

That's right.

She's having some
remodeling done,

and she's got workmen
in and out all the time.

Good.

That establishes
control, so we can

go in without a search warrant.
- Yeah.

I'm no prude.

I mean, what a person does
sexually is her own business,

but he was just a kid.

And they met here a
couple of times a week.

And then earlier this week--

Monday, I think-- they
got into a huge fight,

screaming and everything.

And we had neighbors
complaining.

Looks like we've got
a bloodstain on the rug.

Yeah, I bet you the washcloth
that we found in Darren's car

is going to match the
set in the bathroom.

There was also a palm
print above the sink, which

means he probably
leaned against it

when the paint was still wet.

All right, let's get forensics
in here to nail it down tight.

Yeah.

This is where Darren was shot.

Valerie Carlson is going
to go down for murder.

CHRIS: Mrs. Carlson?

Isn't this getting a
bit tiresome, Detective?

You're under arrest
for suspicion of murder.

That sounds like a joke,
but I suppose it isn't.

It's no joke.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Those photographs
don't prove anything.

I keep telling you,
you have no right.

Read the search warrant, sir.

I gave you a copy.

It specifies the house, all the
outbuildings, and the vehicles.

She didn't kill him.

[music playing]

I've never seen that before.

I bet your wife has.

I'm going to ask
you one more time.

Do you understand these rights
as I've read them to you?

Do I have the right
to another drink?

I found this in your
car, Mrs. Carlson.

Is this yours?

Don't say anything
until I can call Arthur.

It's mine.

I have it for protection.

Bulkier than a condom,
and not nearly as useful,

but Garth insists.

Shut up, Val.

This is very interesting.

Look, I was having sex with
him, but I didn't kill him.

Mr. Carlson, do you
want to call your attorney

and have him meet us downtown?

Rita, do you want help Mrs.
Carlson get some clothes on?

Sure.

Did you have sex with Darren
Langford that afternoon?

VALERIE: Yes.

And I know that having sex with
a minor is against the law,

but I assure you
it was consensual.

I met him there at 2:30.

Maybe it was closer to 3:00.

Check with the private
investigator my husband

hired to follow me.

He must have written
it down, when he wasn't

playing with his long lens.

Anyway, we made love as soon
as he got there, on the floor.

He liked it that way.

We made it again about
a half hour later.

Are you shocked?

You know, not much
shocks me, lady.

I've been on this job too long.

But your attitude makes me sick.

This is all some
perverted joke to you.

To you, Darren's life
doesn't mean anything.

You used him.

You used him, like
he was some cheap sex

toy to get your bells rung.

He was seven--

What did the two
of you argue about?

We have statements
from the neighbors

that it was quite
loud and violent.

He fell in love with me.

He said he wanted me
to leave my husband,

live some fantasy he
dreamed up of the two of us

living in my little
condo happily ever after.

He forced me to tell him
how things really were.

He didn't handle it very well.

Well, that's not how it was.

I talked to during the
night before he died.

He told me that he
was blowing the only

decent thing in his life.

He said he was
messing everything up,

but he couldn't stop-- because
it was like an addiction.

You were that
addiction, weren't you?

He wasn't in love with you.

He was in love with Kathleen.

But you seduced him,
and wouldn't let go.

That's what you
fought about that day.

He came over to tell
you it was over,

and you couldn't handle it.

I didn't know this
was personal, Detective.

You're damn right
this is personal.

Come on, George, you've
got to be kidding me.

You couldn't find a jury that
would vote anything but guilty.

Of manslaughter, yes.

But first-degree murder, no way.

So, what about the
physical evidence?

It all supports manslaughter,
a crime of passion--

which clearly is what it was.

Now, my hunch is she's
going to plead out.

Put the icing on it
for me, just in case.

Chris, you wanted to find the
person who killed your friend.

You did.

It's a win.

Now, the odds are
she'll do time.

Bull.

She's going to
plead self defense,

or she'll get some lawyer to
run a scam and get her off.

She'll end up with
probation, George.

Does that seem right to you?

No.

But you do what you
can with what you got.

[music playing]

[phone rings]

Hi.

George.

Where's your partner in crime?

Ah, he's meeting with Carlson's
PI, in some sleazy topless bar.

[laughs]

Yeah.

We had to flip the
coin about seven

times before he finally lost.

So how are we doing
with Valerie Carlson?

She bailed out
about an hour ago.

We're charging
with manslaughter,

and so far her lawyer has no
interest in being reasonable.

We're probably going
to have to go to trial.

Hey, I was hoping to take you
guys to Mulvaney's for a beer.

Chris seemed pretty hot.

Yeah.

Well, you know how it is.

I mean, it gets
pretty frustrating.

But ah, that's a
really nice gesture.

I'll tell him.

We could solo.

I can't tonight.

I promised Chris dinner.

Ah.

Well then, I guess
I'm out of here.

[laughs]

OK.

Pat yourself on the back.

You did good.

- George?
- Yeah.

You remember the woman that
you were telling me about?

The one that you
work with, that--

that you had a little crush on?

Is it me?

[laughs] You?

Right, I'm secretly
lusting after Rita Lance.

RITA: [laughs] No,
I know it's crazy.

But Chris-- well, you know
when you sent the roses.

And kind of been hanging out.

You?

[laughs] That's rich.

I mean, that's really funny.

I mean, I don't even
find you that sexy.

I mean, you're attractive,
but I'm not attracted

to you, for crying out loud.

Well, thank you
so much, George.

You know just want
to say to a woman.

I'll talk to you later.

Wait, wait.

Come on, you know what I mean.

I mean, I'm trying to
imply that you're ah

RITA: Lighten up, Chris.

If you hadn't stepped
up for Darren,

he would have been written
off as another random street

killing.

Man, this just
doesn't feel right.

Come here.

We're going to go
through this again?

How flawed the system is,
and how the wheels of justice

are going flat?

I'm telling you, this is not
random discontent, all right?

This is bogus.

This case, it doesn't
make any sense.

I mean, Valerie, right?

She's so smart that she
wipes her prints off the gun.

But she is so stupid,
she hangs on to it,

even after we questioned
her for the first time.

I've got to admit,
that's a little sideways.

But maybe she thought
we were so stupid

that we wouldn't put the pieces
together and come back again.

You know?

Possible.

But see, there's
another gap in the wire.

The PI that was
working for Carlson,

he said that he followed Valerie
back to her condo at 2:30.

All right?

She left again at 4:10.

And he tails her to
the country club.

She was on the court
playing tennis by 4:30.

Yeah, I even gave
you the field report.

So?

So, Dr. Weinstein
said that Darren

bled to death, no more than
15 minutes after being shot.

So let's say that Valerie
shoots him at 4:00,

or a couple of
minutes after 4:00.

Then, he gets into his car.

He drives
three-and-a-half miles.

He gets out and he collapses.

His body wasn't
found until 5:35.

And someone would have
seen him lying there,

and they would
have called it in.

But no one did.

So, we got to assume
that the cops found

his body right after he died.

Now, that was an hour and a half
after Valerie left the condo.

Damn.

So, somebody came in after
her and shot him, and then put

the gun where we would find it.

That's it.

[crickets chirping]

Garth, darling,
come be with me.

Hold me till I stop shaking.

He's asleep.

He took one of his pills.

He won't wake up until morning.

Your glass is empty.

Kathleen, I know what
I did was horrible,

and I can't ask
you to forgive me.

But please don't hate me.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Liar.

You knew how much I
loved him, and that's

why you took him away from me.

- I didn't kill him.
- Yes, you did.

Yes, you did.

[splash]

[music playing]

You ruined everything for us.

Ugh, ugh.

You have to pay for
what you did to me.

You ruined my life.

Let go!

[knocks]

Mrs. Carlson,
Palm Beach Police.

[knocks]

You have to die!

He had to die for
what he did to me.

And so do you.

Let me die.

I want to die.

[crying]

Go, get it, get it.

That's it.

[inaudible] We've got a big game
[inaudible] Come on, come on.

[basketball bouncing]

[hollering]

Whoo.

Oh, baby.

Is that your old lady, Coach?

That's my partner, Paco.

And she packs a piece,
so you be careful.

Partner?

Ah, no wonder you
working all the time.

You got that right.

You got that right.

All right, all right.

Come on, we've got
a big game today.

Let's get our heads in this.

All right?

Now, they're bigger than we are,
but we still kick their butts.

You got that?

All right.

Ah, I like basketball.

What's the score?

[laughs] The game hasn't
started yet, George.

The other team isn't here.

Yeah, I knew that.

Oh.

CHRIS: Go left.

Come on, come on.

Rita, about the other night.

No.

Forget about it, George.

It never happened, OK?

The woman I was
infatuated with was you.

[whistle blows]

Yeah?

Yeah.

Don't worry, everything's cool.

It was like a
fever, or something.

And now it's broken, and
everything's back to normal.

It was fun for a while, though.

I felt a little younger, a
little thinner, a little--

it was nice.

Well, thanks for
telling me, George.

I mean, I really think
it's kind of sweet.

I don't suppose--

I mean, you never felt ah

No.

That's good.

Because I'm deeply
in love with my wife.

She's a very
lucky woman, George.

[whistle blows]

[laughs]

[music playing]

[theme music playing]

[theme music playing]

[theme music playing]

(SINGING) Mm.

Ow.