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[car horn beeping]

MAN: Knock it off already.

[tired breathing]

BOY: I love a loud woman.

JENNIFER BELL: I get that
way when I feel good.

You make it feel so good.

You'll be back in town soon?

Two weeks.

This is my beeper number.

Call me direct next time.

No point in payin' the escort
service for doin' nothin'.

How much for tonight?

Hmm, $150.

The service takes a big cut.

I've got several
clients up here.

You mind, uh, partyin'
with all of us one night?

Of course not.

I told you I love sex.

I'll do anything.

All right then.

I'll call you.

Listen, how 'bout you
stay a little longer?

I'd like to,
but I've gotta go.

It's a school night.

[theme music playing]

BEVERLY WYMAN: Tough day?

RICHARD WYMAN: About like usual.

Thanks.

Richard, what is going on?

Let's give me a
break tonight, Bev, OK?

Let's do that.

I'm not stupid, lover.

Not that stupid anyway.

What is it, another nurse?

You're gonna do it
anyway, aren't you?

You're gonna irritate me.

You're gonna keep at me
until we get into a fight.

Goodnight, Bev.

[music playing]

[doorbell ringing]

[music playing]

Hi, Mrs. Wyman?

Hello, Jennifer.

What is it?

Oh, nothing.

[gunshots]

COTTON DUNN: Chris ole
buddy, when I sold you

this car I did not
imply the prize would

include a lifetime of tuneup.

[hitting head sound]

CHRIS LORENZO: You
consider it an extended

warranty, Cotton, all right?

You extend the
warranty, it keeps me

from busting you for
gross misrepresentation

in the sale of this vehicle.

Chris, mon ami, I thought
you had genuine affection

for this here classic.

I do, Cotton.

I do, all right?

And I am damn good with cars.

I can't seem to keep this--

this classic in tune.

[phone ringing]

You wanna get that for me?

Hello?

This is Mr. Dunn.

It's for me.

Absolutely not.

Every time that group comes
to town they get a snoodful,

and they think they're strikin'
us off underbelly of Europe

all over again.

Of course I'm patriotic.

Send him to the Frenchman.

Let him watch his hairy
legged harlots do the cancan.

What the hell are you
getting me into, Cotton?

You're given out my phone
number for one your scams?

Just the opposite.

CHRIS LORENZO: What
are you selling then?

Absolutely nothin'.

It's a totally legal business.

And I am here at your
request if you remember.

Trouble's in the carburetor.

COTTON DUNN: Chris, no, no, no.

Forget carburetor.

Carburetor does not exist.

Forget points, forget plugs.

Think engine.

Engine?

Yes.

A symbiotic harmony of
all the separate parts

in which all the parts
become one with a whole.

A little universe workin' along.

Tune into the xenon.

Cotton, the trouble
is in the carburetor.

Hmm?

It is the engine.

The engine is it.

Forget about the outside.

Think about the inside.

Little valves valving, tappets
tappening, cams camming.

They all have their needs and
you must into it their needs.

Is the engine happy?

If it's happy it'll sound
like angels humming.

If it's not happy it'll
sound like a cement truck.

You got a screwdriver?

Yes, I do, right here.

Oh.

Attitude.

At-ti-tude.

Attitude.

That's amazing, Cotton.

I'll accept that as a thank
you, and you're welcome.

[phone ringing]

Hello, this is Cotton Dunn.

It's for you.

Surprise, surprise.

Yeah, Lorenzo.

LIEUTENANT HUDSON: Sergeant,
this is Lieutenant Hudson.

I'm at 4842 Bay Shore.

We have a homicide.

Right.

4842, I got it.

I'm just gonna change
and I'll be right there.

Do I have to send a car
for you again, Lorenzo?

No sir, you don't.

My car's runnin' just fine.

[car tires screeching]

RITA LEE LANCE: Hey, cowboy.

did they pay you extra to
ride the real bad bulls?

What?

Don't you start with me.

It must have been a burglar.
She was alone.

I-- somebody broke in.

I could see the
door was open when

I pulled into the driveway.

She was already dead.

Dr. Wyman, do you own a gun?

No.

I-- I don't believe in them.

Is that what they're
all doing here?

I thought you were supposed to
have a warrant or something.

What do you think?

I killed my own wife and then
hid the gun here in my house?

That would be pretty stupid.

They're looking for
more than just the weapon.

They're looking for fingerprints
that don't belong here,

anything that can
tell us what happened.

It's a crime scene, doctor.

They're just doing what
they're supposed to do.

RITA LEE LANCE: If you'd like
I could have the district

attorney's office
call you and explain

your rights under
the circumstances

if you don't understand 'em.

No.

No.

I-- I'm just making noise to try
and keep from thinking of it.

All of it.

If we can do this another
time I'd like to take a pill

and lie down for a
while if that's OK.

Yeah.

While we're here though
a-- a couple of questions.

Was your wife expecting
any company today?

No, not that I know of.

After you called the
police, while you were away

did you have anything to drink?
- Yeah.

I-- I thought it'd
help calm me down.

I felt like it
was gonna explode.

Sir, did your wife have
a problem with alcohol?

Of course not.

Didn't drink alone very often?

No, she didn't.

OK.

All right, doctor,
thank you very much.

I know this is tough,
but we appreciate it.

We'll be in touch.

So what about the
broken highball glass

underneath her body?

Yeah.

Maybe she sat down to have
a drink with her killer.

I don't know.
Shot five times at close range?

Doesn't sound like
a burglar to me.

No.

It sounds like somebody who
was trying to make a point.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

Plus, I'm gonna go see
what we've got out here.

CHRIS LORENZO: All right.

Talk to me, Mrs. Wyman.

You saying goodbye to
somebody, or hello, or what?

Right.

So far no gun.

Sergeant Frye brought the dog.

If the gun would have
been ditched around there

we would have found it.
- Yeah.

And we also checked out
Dr. Wyman at the hospital.

He's got a pretty
good reputation.

There was a rumor of an
affair, but nothing concrete.

LIEUTENANT HUDSON:
What's his specialty?

He's an obstetrician.

Yeah.

He had two tough
deliveries yesterday.

He went home tired and late.

His intern
confirmed that for us.

Is Wyman making money?

According to his intern he's
got the practice down perfect.

What about this affair?

Any details?

It was his nurse.

She left the state
about six months ago.

Anything in the
wife's background

that might explain why
someone would wanna kill her?

We're just starting on her,
but from what the neighbors

say it's gonna be thin.

She was old Palm Beach money.

She did a lot of
charity work and she did

not have an enemy in the world.

Huh?

Then there is money involved.

Which he doesn't need.

Maybe he didn't need it.

Maybe he just wanted it.

So what's next?

Well, I guess we
start from scratch.

We'll go talk to the
doctor again, see if we

can come up with anything.

We'll set up in front
of his house tonight,

talk to anybody on the street.

Maybe one of 'em was
there last night.

Could've seen somethin',
heard somethin'.

Lieutenant, I don't
suppose that we could

get some help on this one.
Just--

LIEUTENANT HUDSON: Forget it.

--one man.

LIEUTENANT HUDSON:
It's a quiet street.

You two can handle it.

Bye.
- Yeah.

See ya.

Two cars in 30 minutes,
this is ridiculous.

Mhm.

Next one's yours if you're
not in retirement by them.

Look, this is a waste of time.

I'm gonna go talk to Dr.
Wyman and see if I can

go over his statement again.

Why don't you, um, try and
see if you can stay awake?

[doorbell ringing]

RITA LEE LANCE: Hi.

RICHARD WYMAN: Sergeant.

RITA LEE LANCE: Do
you have a minute?

RICHARD WYMAN: Sure.
Come on in.

RITA LEE LANCE: Great.
Thanks.

E-- excuse me, sir?

OLD MAN: I got mace.

I'll mace your worthless hide
right out here in the street,

you worthless punk.

I'm a police officer, sir.

You can't suck me
in with a fake badge.

Get a job.

Uh, look, I'd like to
ask you a few questions.

You can ask 'em from there.

Do you happen to
live around here, sir?

Course I live around here.

How far you think me or
this dog could get on foot?

That's a good point.

That's a good point.

You didn't happen to
be walkin' this dog

last night at the
same time, did you?

What if I was?

Did you hear anything?

See anybody?

W-- W-- w-- what's
the point of this?

See, last night
around this time

there was a shooting
in that house.

Huh?

Nobody's not safe
anywhere these days.

I didn't hear nothin'.

Did see somebody though.

Oh yeah?

Anybody you knew?

Little girl, lives
about two streets over.

Cuter in lace panties.

RITA LEE LANCE:
Well, listen, thank

you for your time, doctor.

RICHARD WYMAN: Sure.

Anything you need call me.

RITA LEE LANCE: OK, thanks.

[music playing]

What are you doing here?

Hi, Richard.

You've gotta be nuts.

I gotta figure out
something to do with this.

What the hell were you thinking?

JENNIFER BELL: Maybe I
just did what you wanted.

Jennifer, you've
gotta cool it.

We've gotta be careful.

If someone sees us
together it's all over.

You've gotta go.

JENNIFER BELL: Go?

I did it, Richard.

I did it and you want me to go?

No way, man.

Jennifer?

Jennifer?

Jennifer?

I don't want you to leave.

I don't.

I don't want you to go.

We just have to be careful.

That's all.

And we finally got what we want.

I just don't wanna lose it.

[music playing]

every generation
figures it's the last

with anything going for it.

Young people these days,
my grandmother would say.

The world's going to
hell on a greased rail.

I'd hate to hear what she would
say about this current bunch.

But you always know
where to find them--

at the mall.

We hung out here till 9:00.

Then Christie dropped me
a couple blocks from home.

I walked the rest of the way.

So you're right, I was there.

Why didn't she drop
you at your house?

Christie's the
one in the middle.

Things go better at home
I don't bring her around.

Well, Jennifer, you don't look
like you're part of that bunch.

Looks can fool you.

You don't look like a cop.

On second thought, maybe you do.

Look, I just know she's
my first close friend,

and she's a good person.

Why don't we get back to
what happened the other night?

I didn't see anything.

I didn't hear anything, OK?

Nothing.

[beeping]

Listen, if you could
think of anything else,

why don't you give us a call?

We may need to
talk to you again.

OK, but can we do it
someplace else next time?

I've got a reputation, you know?

Talking to the cops?

What do you make
of the beeper?

Well, I think we
both know the profile.

You think she's a pusher?

Sure doesn't
look like a pusher.

Yeah, well, looks
can be deceiving.

Yeah.

So I go, "I've got a
reputation, you know."

And you could just see the
lady cop's eyes go flat.

She wanted to punch
me out so bad!

Woo!

Imagine that, you being
right there on the street.

It's Richard's old
lady got whacked.

Whoa!

Yeah.

I did it, Christie.

You did it?

I shot Richard's wife.

Geez.

Jen, you're kidding me, right?

That bastard used you.

You gotta get out of here.

He will not lie for you once
the cops start to squeeze him.

I don't believe that.

Well, you better.

Look, me and April,
we're going to LA once I

can get some money together.

Mm-hm.

Come with us.

Hell, the one thing that
creep Richard might do

is give you some money
to get rid of you.

What do you say?

Why would I wanna go to LA?

I hate LA.

I like Palm Beach.

April's got a cousin
in a band in LA.

Come on, come on!

It'd be a kick,
us all out there.

What about school?

Ditch it for good.

Christie, I plan to graduate.

Well, you better plan on
doing it through some sort

of extension deal.

You know, long distance
extension, like from jail?

I like it here.

And now that Richard's free,
everything's gonna be great!

Think about it, Jen.

Please?
- OK.

Think about it.

I just can't let
you on Doc's boat

without either his permission
or a search warrant.

All we wanna do
is look at the boat.

Just look at the damn thing.

You want me to get a search
warrant, I'll get one.

But let me tell you
a little something,

that warrant's gonna bring
four squad cars full of cops.

And they're gonna take that
sucker apart a screw at a time.

You with me on this, Mr. Griner?

Yeah, I'm with you.

I just can't help you.

All right, come on.

Now, why don't we just do
this the easy way, huh?

Burl, why don't we just call Dr.
Wyman, and we'll just ask him?

But see, now, if I
do that, I bother him.

I disturb him.

Looks like I'm not doing my job.

And he wouldn't
like that, would he?

No, he's not real tolerant.

SGT. LANCE: What if I call him?

That's the same thing.

Sounds like we
got a problem, Burl.

No.

See, now, I got the problem.

He said one more mess
up, and I'm unemployed.

And that's all because
of that daughter

of his and that damn
phone over there.

Wait, you mean
Wyman's got a daughter?

Yeah, sure.

And pigs got a side pocket.

So he's got a girlfriend,
and this is where they meet.

You know the woman's name?

Ain't no woman.

Ain't much more than a kid.

Real pretty kid, though.

Frying size, if
you get my meaning.

So what's your
problem with her?

The phone.

Acted like she owned it.

If I was on it
and she'd want it,

hell to pay if I didn't get off.

Hasn't Wyman got a
landline or a mobile?

Both.

It made no sense to me.

But she come on up here
with her little buzzy beeper

and wanted that phone right now.

There's gotta be several
thousand pagers here

in Palm and West Palm.

What do you think?

I think a lot of
'em belong to hookers,

but she's so young, you know.

Frying size, wouldn't you say?

What'll you have?

You can have anything you want.

I'm generous.

What do you want?

I want to fix you a drink.

What'll it be?

Fine.

Scotch.

Scotch!

What do you want?

We want to go to LA,
buy some good drugs,

hear some good tunes,
have some hot sex.

What do you want?

I want the two of you
out of my house, now!

You sure that's what you want?

'Cause I thought maybe
you wanted to go to jail.

That's exactly
where you're going,

if you're not nice to us.
We know.

Go on.

We know who killed
Mrs. Doctor, Doctor.

Then you should
go to the police.

Huh?

And tell them that
you knew all along,

and you've been lying to them?

Tell them you've been doing
the waldo with an underage kid?

Naughty, naughty, Doctor.

You can't prove that.

I'll deny it.

I do deny it.

Yeah?

You do, and Jennifer will think
you turned your back on her.

Look, I've been her best
bud since I was, like, nine

and she was seven, man.

I know this girl.

You turn on her, and
she will spill her guts.

And what if she does?

No one will believe it.

It's fiction.

You bought her the gun.

You taught her how to use it.

You told her you wanted to
get rid of your old lady.

You hid the gun after she did
it, and you lied to the cops

about all of it!

Bang, goodbye.

Too bad!

[laughter]

How much?

Think zeroes.

How many?

Get creative.

500?

Get real.

5,000 should get you to LA.

Yeah.

Yeah, that should do it.

Yes, it should.

But it buys me a little extra.

Extra?

We'll have a good
time before you leave

town, just the three of us.

Come here.

But before I give you the money.

We don't have to talk about
this, do we, children?

Not to Jennifer.

So glad you called.

Hi.

Jennifer, tell me I
wasn't wrong about you.

Richard, what is it?

I thought we were gonna be OK.

I thought you were smart!

We are gonna be OK.

Not if you keep
telling our secrets.

- I told one person.
- Christie.

Yeah, but she
wouldn't say anything.

It's a good thing
she came to see me

before she went to the police.

She wanted money to keep quiet.

Oh, how could she do that?

I mean, how could she do that?

Did you tell anyone else?

No, I swear.

Christie said you
talked to the police!

It was just a couple of cops.

Somebody saw me in the
street after it happened.

I didn't-- I didn't
say anything.

That's all!

What am I gonna do with you?

Here's the way it is, Jennifer.

You murdered Beverly.

The cops will come after you.

I can arrange that.

You believe me, Jennifer?

I believe you.

Good.

You can't hurt me, Jennifer.

But I can hurt you.

I can make it look
like you did it all.

SGT. LANCE
(VOICEOVER): We located

the page company Jennifer's
calls were sent through.

That was a dead end.

But the payphone at the
marina was a jackpot.

OK, that's it for
the security guard.

All the numbers he used
on a regular basis.

Yeah, if he and Jennifer
were the big users, then

her call pattern should
be pretty evident here.

Here's one that keeps
coming up over and over again.

Been used a lot in the
last couple of months.

Let's give it a spin.

Sure.

[dialing]

COTTON (ON PHONE):
This is Mr. Dunn.

Mr. Dunn's Cotillion Escorts.

Hello.

Is that you again, Frenchie?

Oh, Cotton!

So our girl works
for an escort service.

It's probably a
front for call girls.

And my mechanic is
booking the action.

So we know that Jennifer has
a relationship with a doctor,

right?

She was either
there or nearby when

the doctor's wife was shot.

She wasn't exactly
upfront with us, was she?

No, she wasn't.

You know, maybe she'd be a
little more upfront if we bring

her down here to
question her, instead

of doing it at the mall.

I think I would like to
go talk to her at home.

Nice, private, no pressure.

I'm a little curious
about her home life.

What about your
mechanic, Mr. Dunn?

I'm gonna put Mr.
Dunn up on blocks.

Permanently.

SGT. LANCE: So what are
you doing home from school?

Ditched today.

Hm.

You can get away with that?

You're kidding me.

It's a like a day
off for teachers.

You busting me for
ditching school?

No, Jennifer, I'm
not busting you.

At least not until I
understand a couple of things.

What does that mean?

Is your mom home?

No.

When's she gonna be back?

Six weeks.

She travels with a
company in Lauderdale.

She's in Europe.

She just left you
here by yourself.

What about your dad?

There's a housekeeper.

And she looks after you.

Alice?

Alice is a snitch, but
she leaves me alone.

That's the deal I made with her.

Otherwise, I'd have
to tell my mother

that she drinks on the job,
and she'd lose this easy gig.

So you basically
take care of yourself.

I do all right.

SGT. LANCE: No, I don't
think you do, Jennifer.

I think you have made
a real mess of things.

You're entitled
to your opinion.

SGT. LANCE: Look, at
this point, I am just

trying to make sense of things.

I would like for this to
work out, where it doesn't

ruin the rest of your life.

You can do that by telling me
the truth about what happened.

I don't have to
tell you anything.

I don't even have
to talk to you.

Oh, yes, you do.

You can either do
it here, or you

can do it down at the station.

But you can't just say
to someone that I drank

and get rid of me, 'cause
I'm not going away.

What do you know about the
murder of Beverly Wyman?

Did Dr. Wyman murder his wife?

What do you keep asking
me this stuff for, huh?

I mean, is it just
because I happened

to be on the street that day?

I don't know anything about it!

Don't play games with me.

We know about your
relationship with Dr. Wyman.

We know about the boat.

You going there with him.

We even know about
your arguments

with the security
guard over the phone.

We know about the
escort service!

Did you see Dr. Wyman
murder his wife?

I can't help you.

Oh.

WOMAN: Here you go, Mr. Dunn.

I have a lot of references.

You can call anyone you like.

I really need the job.

Mr. Dunn.

Oh, Mr. Lorenzo!

Good to see you.

See, girls?

Customer!

I'm looking for
a girl, Cotton.

Right place for that.

What are you doing here?

Jennifer Bell,
you know who she is?

Never heard of her.

You better think
about this, Cotton.

I don't have to.

I never heard of her.

Girls don't use their
real names here.

Hell, I got three
Marilyn Monroes.

I got a Beverly Hills.

I got two Cleopatras,
one white, one black.

I got a girl wanted to
call herself Nefertit.

Thought it conveyed the image.

You know what I mean?

So what's in a name, Bubba?

Got a picture?

No, but I got an age, Bubba.

17.

17?
SGT. LORENZO: That's right.

That's shy of the
age of consent.

It's right around the age
of mandatory sentencing.

That's sexual battery.

We're talking a 30 to
40 year hard time crime.

Couldn't be one of mine.

It's in the agreement.

Got to be 21 to work
for Cotillion Escorts.

Girls have to prove it.

Prove it with what, Cotton?

Fake IDs they can
buy on the corner?

Wanna see some of my pictures?

Nope, yes.

Hello, Jennifer.

That's her?

She said her name was Marie.

She works a lot.

You couldn't tell
she was underage?

Aw, come on, Chris!

Kids today, who can tell?

They look 25 when they're 12.

Even if she was 25, Cotton,
that's still pandering.

You know, I'm seriously
disappointed in you.

Aw, that hurts.

If I do it for an
actor, I'm an agent.

If I'm a lawyer, it's
contingency work.

I try to provide
some purely social

companionship for a lonely,
lonely guy, and I'm a pimp.

"Purely social companionship"?

It's in the agreement!

"Sexual contact with a client
is strictly prohibited."

Come on, Cotton.

You think someone is gonna
seriously live up to that?

I gotta believe, Dorothy.

Chris, I'm not a pimp!

OK, Cotton.

All right.

What about the clients?

You got reliable ID on them?

Absolutely.

I'm not gonna send my girls
out with some deviant,

some pervert.

Why do you ask?

You know a doctor,
a Richard Wyman?

Yes, he's been out with
Marie a couple of times.

Haven't heard from in a while.

I need to see your
records, Cotton.

Well, I'm sorry.

That material is strictly--

confidential.

I've had a really long day.

I'm tired.

We know about your
affair with Jennifer Bell.

That's ludicrous.

SGT. LANCE: We also have
information that you set up

dates with her several months
ago through the Cotillion

Escort Service.

She called herself "Marie."

We know about the two
of you on your boat too.

OK, fine.

You have what you say you have.

But what's the point?

All it does is
ruin my reputation.

All it does is
hurt the two of us.

Why would you wanna do that?
- We don't.

We just wanna know
how this figures

into the murder of your wife.

It doesn't, does it?

I wasn't even here.

You think Jennifer
killed Beverly?

I can't believe that.

How'd the two of
you get hooked up?

I'd known her for years.

I knew her parents.

My marriage was in ruins.

I-- I went into that
escort service just

looking for a friendly face.

And when I saw Jennifer's
picture in that book,

I couldn't believe it.

It felt sort of
taboo for both of us.

And then it developed.

We became dependent
on one another.

I know Jennifer
had a temper, but

to do something like murder?

What were you thinking?

I mean, what were
you going to do?

What do you mean?

You gonna divorce your
wife and marry Jennifer?

Something like that?

No, it wasn't
serious in that way.

But you knew she was a minor?

Absolutely not.

We never talked about it.

I assumed she was at least 18.

Besides, what does that matter?

How about that it's illegal.

Sexual assault against
a minor, for openers.

30 to 40 years in the
state pen for closers, Doc.

I think in order
for you to convict me,

you'd need either me or Jennifer
to testify that it happened.

And you won't get that.

I'm going inside now.

Unless you're
prepared to arrest me.

Don't make this tougher
than it has to be, Doc.

And if you arrest me
and ruin my reputation,

and then can't make it stick?

The DA better be
prepared to sign

over the deed to the
city of Palm Beach,

because it will be mine.

SGT. LORENZO: Ah.

Unbelievable.

Excuse me?

You look like you're about
ready to ask me to find

a brain for your monster.

Well, you know, this-- this
is all about attitude, Rita.

So don't tell me you're
trying to do a Cotton Dunn

mind probe underneath there.

No, actually, I
rebuilt the car.

Shall we see how it runs?

[car struggles]

[phone ringing]

Go ahead, try it again.

Yeah, Sergeant Lance.

So what's your
location, Lieutenant?

All right, we'll be there.

[car starts]

ME's on their way.

Two females,
Caucasian, both shot.

I know you have the Wyman
case, but you're gonna

have to work this one in too.

It's hard to tell
how old they are.

Been in the water a while.

I think this may be part of
the other case, Lieutenant.

Yeah, they're both
friends of Jennifer Bell.

Mr. Dunn.

What's up, Doc?

Come to spread some
more gloom in my life?

I beg your pardon?

Damn well you should.

You are singly and solely
responsible for putting me out

of business.

Well, maybe I can
make it up to you.

Pay you for your inconvenience?

Pay?

I'd be willing to
soften the blow, yes.

To the tune of how much?

We'll work something
out, I'm sure.

What do you want, Doc?

For what?

I want the record of my
involvement with, uh, Marie

to disappear.

You mean Jennifer.

You know what hurts me, Doc?

I saw myself as--

as kind of a broker
of happiness.

I put lonely souls together.

Dinner, go bowling, whatever.

And all I ask is
a small fee that I

might continue my good works.

I can't believe you two
would stiff me from my cut.

There are no morals anymore.

Do you have what
I'm asking for?

The cops.

And I gave it willingly.

Goes around comes around, Doc.

And I'm left to haul the
remnants of my livelihood

off to the recycler.

Put a little gas in the car,
a little food on the table.

And all I'm guilty of is
trying to make this place

a better place to live!

[phone ringing]

JENNIFER: Hello.

WYMAN (ON PHONE):
Hello, Jennifer.

I wanna see you.

Can we do that?

Please, leave me alone.

You sound afraid.

You don't have to
be afraid, Jennifer.

I haven't told anybody.

Nobody knows.

I just want things to
be the way they were.

Can we do that?

Leave me alone.

WYMAN (ON PHONE):
You sound angry.

Leave me alone, or
I'm calling the cops.

[hangs up]

Rita, lab details from the
Beverly Wyman crime scene.

Great.

Did you ever get in
touch with Griner?

No, he's gone.

It's seems Mr. Griner
came into some money,

headed out for the piny flats.

Sounds like our doctor
is starting to cover

his tracks with Jennifer.

All right, why don't we run
this whole thing through again?

So we have a woman that
is murdered in cold blood.

She's shot five times
at her front door.

Miles away, two more
show up, both shot once

and then dumped in the water.

One shot in the head,
and one shot in the back.

All three were shot
with the same 38.

Now, the two that
were found together

were shot at the same time.

The first one was surprised.

The second one
tried to run away.

So the single killing
was a crime of passion,

and the double killing
was a crime of cunning.

Yeah, so what, have you
got different motives,

a different killer?

Different killers.

The Doc and Jennifer.

That's very good.

So maybe the two
girls were silenced

because of the wife's murder.

The second killer
covering for the first.

I don't see Jennifer being
able to shoot her pals.

But maybe she could
have shot the wife.

[phone ringing]

Could she have thought that
it was true love with the Doc,

even to the point
of offing his wife

and all the while
turning tricks?

That-- that's twisted, man.

Yeah, well, I
would say it takes

somebody pretty
twisted to put five

slugs into another human being.

Chris, you remember
that initial lab report?

It said that there was
no strange prints, right?

Just the maid, the
wife, and the doctor.

Here's the detailed list,
everything they dusted.

Remember, he said he
had a drink while he

was waiting for the cops?

The maid's prints
are on that glass.

And so are the wife's.

So the maid had
to handle the glass,

washed it and put it away.

I can see that, but the wife's?

So maybe she made him a drink.

Then she was still alive
when Wyman had that drink.

Big hole in the doctor's story.

[beeping]

Oh, my God.

It's his car.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

OK.

Can I have a few minutes?

OK.

[dialing]

[phone ringing]

Sergeant Lance.

JENNIFER (ON PHONE):
Rita, I'm in trouble.

It's Jennifer.

He's waiting for me.

If I don't go out there,
he's coming in here.

You-- he wants to kill me.

Who, Richard Wyman?

JENNIFER (ON PHONE):
Yeah, Richard.

Please, send somebody quick, OK?

Where are you, Jennifer?

At home.

Look, just stay there.

Do not go outside.

We've got somebody on the way.

Do you understand?

JENNIFER (ON PHONE):
I understand,

but please send somebody!

Just stay on the phone until
one of our cars gets there, OK?

Just-- just talk to me.

So-- so you say that he
killed your two friends?

He did.

And he killed his wife.

Yeah, this is
Sergeant Lorenzo.

We got a possible
hostage situation.

4900 Battery Drive.

No sirens.

Jennifer?

She hung up.

Sweet Jennifer.

I'm sorry things
didn't work out.

I called the police.

They know you're here.

They're coming.

Well, we'll have
to go somewhere else.

Step away from the car.

Step away from the car
with your hands showing!

No, no.

It's all right, officers.

Everything's OK.

He's got a gun!

No, no.

Just-- just relax.

It's right here.

Drop the gun now!

- Don't shoot me now!
- Shut up.

Look out!

He was gonna kill me.

Oh, Christie was right.

He just used me.

- What do you think?
- Hm.

Jury gonna convict her?

That is a hard call.

I doubt it, though.

Come on, even
with a confession?

Yeah, I mean, by the time her
defense attorneys get through,

the jury is not even
gonna believe that she was

in the state of Florida when
Beverly Wyman was murdered,

you know?

It's gonna be Jennifer
was the victim,

forget about the doctor's wife.

They were both victims.

Even though Wyman was the
one that ended up dead,

Jennifer was a victim.

I'll bet she won't
make it past 30.

That girl's gonna self-destruct.
- Oh, I don't know.

I think there's still hope.

You know, I mean,
if somebody would

just give her some guidance.

If her mother or somebody
would spend some time with her,

there would be hope.

Do you really believe that?

Yes, I do.

I really do.

So tell me something,
Christopher.

What?

What, um-- what
happened with your car?

- Oh, no.
- What?

What?

You mean, what happened
with my car this time.

- I did not say that.
- No, you didn't have to say it.

It was all over your face.
That's what you meant.

I'm serious.
What happened?

She was running so smooth.

I was out on the
highway, no traffic.

So I decided to
blow the carbon out.

And?

Well, uh, I blew the
head gasket instead.

But I can fix it.
- Hm.

You know, it's
still a great car.

It's-- it's a great car.

"It's a great car"?

I'm sorry, no!

It's so bad.

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