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[music playing]

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[gun fires]

[gun reloads]

[gun fires]

[gun reloads]

[ticking]

[theme music]

[gun fires]

THEME SONG: [vocalizing]

[gun fires]

[vocalizing]

[gun fires]

[vocalizing]

[click]

I need that sample bag.

OFFICER: Yeah.

If you could get some shots
on this area right over here.

Hey.

Nobody leaves.

I want coverage.

If I've got a question
later on about something

in this apartment, I'd
better have a picture that's

going to give me the answer.

Am I clear on that?

Everybody understand me?

Yes, sir.

Absolutely.

[camera flash]

DIANA: I'm afraid
it's really her.

Yeah, that's brilliant.

Rita's apartment, and what's
left of her looks like Rita.

Now, who the hell
else is it gonna be?

Captain, don't.

Sorry.

What can you tell me?

The first blast hit her in
the back on the right side

and threw her against the wall.

The second hit her
full in the face.

Captain, I think I'm
gonna hand this off.

No, you're not.

You're the best I've got,
and I want you on this.

I don't think I can.

Yes, you can,
and yes, you will.

I know it.

Now get it together.

Let go of me, man.

Captain!

Tell these guys let go of me.

CAPTAIN: Ah, let him through.

You're not supposed
to be here, Lorenzo.

Yeah, I know.

I got your message,
but I am cool.

All right?

I'm fine.

I know that that's not Rita.

You let me look at the body
and I'll prove it to you.

There's not much left to see.

Wait a minute.

What's going on here?

I should've known
this was happening.

You're both so sure.

And I'm telling you,
that's not Rita.

You're not
supposed to be here.

Don't-- don't touch that.

It hasn't been dusted.

I can help, Cap'n.

You gotta let me stay.

The only thing
you're going to do

is make everyone feel like you.

You're going to be all
we see-- you and Rita.

CAPTAIN: Come on.

Come on.

I want you to take Sergeant
Lorenzo back to the station.

Now look, Chris.

You knew Rita
better than anybody.

You look at the cases.

You think about her
personal life-- who

could have done this to her.

I want you to start a list.

You don't leave nobody
off, you got it?

Huh?

Yeah.

OK.

Go ahead.

OK, listen up.

I want every fingerprint
in this apartment lifted,

and I want you to
vacuum everywhere.

You get into the plumbing traps.

You check out the air
conditioning filters.

I want everything itemized,
indexed, and inventoried.

I want to know what the hell
belongs here and what don't.

And I want it foolproof.

That's it.

Chris.
How you doing?

I'm doing OK, George.

Anything I can do?

I think everything's
being done that can be done.

Any-- any word?

Any leads?

A neighbor saw a
guy, but we didn't

get much of a description.

Forensics is over there ringing
her place out right now.

They--

Hey, Lorenzo.

Where's that tight
little partner of yours?

I had a real sloppy dream
about her last night.

[laughing]
DONOVAN: Come on.

Let it go.
Chris!

Chris!
Let it go.

- Get him out of here.
- Come on, get outta here.

Yeah, I got you, Pitts.

That porkie tackled me.

You saw it.

Shut up, Pitts.

The creep's just
running his mouth.

Probably doesn't even know.

You OK?

Yeah.

Yeah.
- Can you talk about it?

There's not much to
talk about, George.

I was in Miami
most of last week.

Went to testify in
the Cooper trial.

Rita was here going nuts
because it was so slow.

Yeah.

We went to lunch
a couple of times.

She was talking about taking
a couple of personal days.

Yeah.

She wanted to go up to Sanibel.

She was gonna kick back, read
some of her trashy novels--

[music playing]

When I got back last
night, I called her.

Got her machine.

I don't know what to say.

Neither do I, George.

DONOVAN: Was there any chance
she could be at Sanibel?

LORENZO: No.

I called.

They said she checked
out yesterday morning.

What possible reason?

I don't know, George.

One minute, I think
it was a payback,

and the next minute I think
it was some junkie burglar she

walked in on.

Maybe she brought the
killer home with her.

You know?

Somebody with a hard luck story.

You know how she was
with stray puppies.

DONOVAN: Hey.

I want to hear about it.

It's pretty ugly.

No.

It's beautiful.

Get hot just thinking about it.

Tell me how you did it.

I'm crazy for you.

[giggling]

It's late.

Nobody's awake.

I jump the alarm system.

And I pick the lock on its side.

Getting used to the dark.

[breathing heavily]

She comes out of the bedroom.

[breathing heavily]
She was awake?

ANDERSON: I think she knew
what was gonna happen--

AMANDA: [giggling breathlessly]

ANDERSON: --in the
dark, you know.

AMANDA: Did she run?

ANDERSON: She tried to.

AMANDA: Did she beg?

ANDERSON: She
didn't make a sound.

I hit her twice.

AMANDA: Oh!

She said she couldn't
know why it was happening.

She may not have known
why, but she definitely

knew what was going down.

[giggling] Did you get it?

Yes.

Are you going
to give it to me?

You bet I am.

I'm gonna give it
to you big time.

[giggling]

So we lifted a ton of
prints from the apartment.

Forensics covered
about half of them,

and they mostly belong to
either Rita or Chris or Diana.

What do you mean mostly?

Well, there's some prints
from an unknown individual.

I faxed them to the FBI.

All right.

So we've got no signs of forced
entry, no signs of a struggle.

No chance of a struggle.

This was a 12-gauge
from 12 to 15 feet.

Maybe sawed off, judging
from the pattern.

Look, was she--

was sex involved?

No.

Her vehicle's missing.

I figure maybe the perp took
it, so I put an all points out.

All right.

Let's get back to no signs
of a struggle, no breaking

and entering.

Did she know the guy?

Did she let him
into her apartment?

Maybe it was one of
those follow her home

things we've been getting.

These guys follow
a Rolls or Mercedes.

They don't follow a Jeep.

[crash]

We don't have
anything here, Cap'n.

We've got zip.
- Hey.

You don't do that.

You get a hold of yourself.

Anything in the old cases?

Nothing fits.

Nobody likes getting arrested.

They all pop off.

Nothing fits.

OK.

I'll keep looking.

I know, Cap'n.

[music playing]

Hey.

Hey, Cap'n.

- Why don't you go home?
- Uh, no.

I got-- I gotta
finish this list.

Look, uh--

I wish I could help you, Chris.

But I can't.

Grief is something we've
got to carry alone.

Yeah, we can sympathize
with each other.

You can cry.

You can hug.

Maybe even bitch about
how unfair it is.

But in the long run, we've
gotta go through it alone.

Yeah.

Now look, tomorrow
morning, Forensics is

going to have to print match.

And that'll be it.

You're going to have
to deal with it.

Be ready for it.

How do you get ready for
something like that, Cap'n?

She was a part of me.

I've never been as close
to anybody in my life

as I was to her.

She was Rita.

If this were any other case,
you'd have dug your teeth in

and you wouldn't let go.

Am I right, kid?
Hey.

Am I right?

Yeah.

CAPTAIN: OK.

You've got to do it now.

We all gotta.

I keep thinking about her.

I found a box of letters
in her apartment.

You know, from friends, lovers.

A couple from me.

And I've been reading them.

And they all say the same thing.

They all say how
everybody loved her.

And I keep thinking, I
shouldn't even be reading these,

you know?

And I feel like I'm
trespassing a little,

but there's nothing about
Rita I don't already know.

Except why she died.

Hey.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Yeah.

Come on, bud.

[snip]

[snip]

[click]

[squeaking]

[squeaking]

[exhaling]

[keys rattling]

[click]

[music playing]

[rattling]

[click]

[door opening]

[thump]

[thump]

[music playing]

Hello?

Wha-- [laughing]

What-- what's going on?

Oh, Rita.

Oh!

Where the hell have you been?

What are you doing here?

Ha!

RITA: What are you doing here?

We all thought
that you were dead.

Well, no.

I just went as far as Sanibel.

No, Rita, I'm not kidding.

Everybody thinks
that you are dead.

I'm sorry.

And you weren't in
Sanibel last night.

I called the motel.

No, I stayed in Naples
last night on my way home.

Why is there crime scene tape
on my door, and where is Trisha?

- Uh, who's Trisha?
- Trisha Vale.

Wha-- what the hell happened?

Somebody was murdered
here last night.

We all thought it was you.

It was a female, your
color hair, your size,

and it was a shotgun
blast up close,

so we lost the facial features.

No sign of forced entry, and we
don't think it was a burglary.

What was she doing here?

She was house sitting for me.

I needed someone to bring in
the newspapers and the mail

and feed the fish.

She said that she needed a
place to stay for a few days--

that she was having
boyfriend problems.

Was she a close friend?

Well, not really.

I mean-- but I
mean, I trusted her,

if that's what
you're talking about.

Oh, man.

I was so scared.

Mm.

Oh!

Come here.

[sighing]

So you really
thought I was dead.

Yeah.

So uh-- I've been here, going
through your personal stuff.

Letters--

My letters.

Well, it's a
homicide investigation.

Yeah.
- Oh.

So I suppose you've been
listening to my phone messages.

Yeah, but it didn't matter,
because they were all from me.

And gone through my
mail and my phone book.

You got a phone book.

Yeah.

You know, I--

I thought you'd
throw that doofus

Poole out of your phone book.

OK, so I guess you were
just following procedure.

At least you can tell me
that you hated doing it.

- Oh, I hated doing it.
- Mm.

Right.
- [chuckling]

You're forgiven.

I believe you.

All right.

Let's think about this thing.

You think it's possible
that this guy was after you,

and he just assumed in the
dark that Trisha was you?

[exhaling] I don't know.

Because if it
is, this guy could

come back, which is
reason number one,

you shouldn't sleep here.

And reason number two, this
is still a hot crime scene.

And reason number
three, I don't think

I could sleep here anyway.

Sleep at my place.

But that would put
you on the couch.

And I think Diana
has an extra bed,

so why don't I just call her?

Uh, I-- I wouldn't do that.

Diana is 90% sure that you're
in a drawer at the morgue.

OK.

You know, you look wonderful.

So good to see you.

CAPTAIN: All right.

So this girl Trish was staying
at your apartment, right?

Mm.

And-- but we didn't find
any wallet, no keys, no purse.

We just found an overnight
bag with some clothes in it.

So the perp comes in
and takes the purse.

Does that kick it back
to B&E, or you think

he was after something else?

Wait a minute, Cap'n.

If he was trying to
put her lights out,

when he looks
through that purse,

he's gonna know
the job's not done.

This guy could come back.

So how about that, Rita?

You want to take a
few days off till we

get a fix on this thing?

Uh-- no.

I think I'll stick
with Christopher.

I want someone I can
trust watching my back.

That's me.

OK.

But don't feel embarrassed
to change your mind.

OK.

CAPTAIN: Now this Vale woman--
we have an address or what?

Yeah.

She has an apartment
somewhere in the 500 block

of the Coral Key Drive area.

Whoa.

She did good.

Until the night before
last, she did good.

Forensics is over
there right now.

CAPTAIN: OK.

Now, I don't want to go
through any more jumps

on mistaken identities here.

Are we sure she's
the dead woman?

It has been
confirmed, Captain.

Yes.

She is also the source
of unknown fingerprints

in my apartment.

Well, then what the
hell took so long?

You said get everything.

And I mean, with all
the prints they found,

the hair they vacuumed up, the
dust, the crumbs, the lint--

Excuse me.

I clean my place occasionally.

I mean, they were
clearly overloaded.

Huh.

What?

No, I was just thinking.

Dead yesterday, alive today.

Usually it's the other
way around with cops.

Well, I'm glad I did it right.

[knocking]
- Sorry.

Won't take a minute.

I got one name to add
to your suspect list.

Remember Don Hoffer?

Yeah, I do.

Rita busted him off duty for
robbing a convenience store.

Yes.

I can still hear
his mother screaming

at me in the courtroom.

"My baby better come out of
that jail in better health

than he went in it."

DONOVAN: Yeah.

Well, three days ago, Hoffer got
fatally shanked in a yard brawl

at Raiford.
- Bingo.

Sounds like a possible.

Anybody else jump out?

Uh, actually, yeah.

I got two suspects.

One a guy by the name of
Arthur Marsikian, who beefed

entrapment because Rita
coaxed a confession out of him

with a wire.

Check this out.

He murdered his wife.

Fed her to the alligators.

RITA: Well, there's
also David Carl.

He's a serial rapist who
mutilated his victims.

He said that voices told
him that I should be next.

CAPTAIN: You got
anything on those two?

DONOVAN: Sure.

Marsikian's keeping house
for a couple of brothers

in maximum security.

Carl's still wearing
a canvas jacket

and getting a Haldol
supplement every day.

How do you know all this?

[scoffing] These
are my boys, Harry.

I always know where
they're sleeping.

See you.

[music playing]

Hi.

Wow.

It's a nice place.

Yeah, but what a wreck.

You think she misplaced
her nail file?

I'd say it looks
like it's been tossed.

Yeah.

- More police?
- Yeah.

I'm Sergeant Lorenzo.

This is my partner,
Sergeant Lance.

My name's Malloy.

I manage the building.

How much longer is
this going to be?

Until we finish, Mr. Malloy.

LORENZO: Hey.

Hmm?

Is this Trisha?

RITA: Yes, that's her.

Nice.

Wait, wait.

You know Miss Vale?

Yeah, I do.

Well then maybe you could
tell me what's going on.

The officers
wouldn't say a word.

CAPTAIN: Well, we're looking
into Miss Vale's disappearance.

When was the last
time you saw her?

Uh-- two, three
days ago, I guess.

I don't keep track
of my tenants.

It's none of my business.

Hmm.

Can you tell us
what happened here?

MALLOY: No.

I saw it for the first time when
I opened it up to the officers.

RITA: Hmm.
You know, it's a shame.

This is a-- this is
a really nice place.

I bet it's pretty expensive.

It's Palm Beach, Sergeant.

CAPTAIN: How much?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I can't say.

I only discuss rental
rates on empty apartments,

and this one's occupied.

All right.

Let's say Miss Vale
doesn't come back.

She left the state or something.

It'll be available, unoccupied.

How much?

I just can't say.

So does that mean that
maybe the apartment's not

in Trisha's name?

Maybe someone else
is paying the rent?

I don't discuss my
tenants' business, Sergeants.

Excuse me.

"I don't discuss my
tenants' business."

Yeah.

Notice how he weaseled
out of that one?

Are you finished, Sergeant?

[phone rings]

- Hello.
- Hey--

LORENZO: Shh.

Trisha?

RITA (ON PHONE): Uh, no.

This is a friend.

Who is this?

[dial tone]

[click]

They hung up.

LORENZO: But you're gonna
tell me that you never once

saw anybody visit Trisha Vale.

I told you it's none of my
business what my tenants do

or who they have as friends.

What's the matter, sweetie?

Isn't the little slut home?

[gasping] Ah!

[splash]

RITA (VOICEOVER):
Fingerprints in Trisha

Vale's apartment
identified a Palm

Beach PI named Grady Anderson.

It was time to take a
walk on the wild side.

[knocking]

You Grady Anderson?

ANDERSON: Who's asking?

Palm Beach Police Department.

I'm Sergeant Lance, this
is the Sergeant Lorenzo.

ANDERSON: Phh.

Come in.

What can I do you for?

This your place, Grady?

Yeah.

Kitchen, can, bedroom.

Oh, that's a closet.

No back door.

Two windows, both painted shut.

Feel free.

[clearing throat] We need
to ask you a few questions,

Mr. Anderson.

Shoot.

We're looking
for a young woman

by the name of Trisha Vale.

Don't know the lady.

RITA: Really?

That's interesting.

We found your fingerprints
all over her apartment.

Mine?

You made a mistake, Sergeant.
- No, I don't--

I don't think we
did make a mistake.

You're a PI, right?
- Yeah.

So what?

Licensed in the
state of Florida?

When you apply, your
fingerprints go on file.

OK.

OK, so I know her.

But whatever she said
I did, I didn't do.

Well, she didn't
say you did anything.

So what's the problem?

She's dead.

Somebody killed
her with a shotgun.

LORENZO: And we found your
fingerprints in her apartment.

Place was a wreck.

Would you happen to
know how that happened?

Here's a concept.

Whoever killed her
trashed her place.

Hey, look.

[chuckling]

Don't try to pin this
on me, all right?

I mean, we were hot and
heavy for a while, all right?

But it blew up.

I left and I haven't
been back since.

When it blew up, you
knock her around some?

I apologized to her for that.

Hmm.

Was it about money?

Wasn't about money, honey.

It was about sex.

We had it real good.

Mm.

Right.

So why'd it blow up?

I don't know.

I think there was somebody else.

You know, someone
paying the bills.

Any idea who this
person paying the bills

might have been?

I've got no idea.

OK, Mr. Anderson.

Well, we may need to ask you a
couple of questions later on.

Yeah, well, I can't
afford to skip, Sergeant.

Even if I wanted to.

You know, I hate to
sound like a snob, but--

But what is a higher end chick
like her doing with a lower end

chump like him?
- Yeah.

I don't know.

You know, maybe
it's like he said.

Maybe they're good together.

MALLOY: I've-- uh,
straightened the place up.

It was a disaster, Mr. Langley.

Don't grovel, Paul.

I knew something was
wrong when that stranger

answered the phone.

That was a cop.

Have they arrested Trisha?

They said she disappeared.

That's odd.

She just vanished.

They didn't say anything?

MALLOY: No.

That was it.

Um-- I didn't tell
the cops that there

has been a man around several
times in the last week or so.

Of course, I'm not one to pry.

But they had several
arguments, and I wouldn't

be surprised if
he was the one who

turned the place upside down.

Were they involved?

They might have been.

He was kind of a rough type.

Did she give you
anything to give to me?

Sir?

LANGLEY: Come on, Paul.

It's a simple question.

Did she hand you something and
say, give this to Mr. Langley?

No, sir.
She didn't.

LANGLEY: All right.

Finish cleaning the place and
get her belongings boxed up.

Yes, sir.

I'll take care of
it, Mr. Langley.

LANGLEY: I'd like to
get another girl in

here as soon as possible.

What a talented girl.

[smack]
[whack]

Oh!

[thump]

[sniveling]

ANDERSON: Oh, what's
the matter, Paul?

Didn't your mother
tell you to always

look for bogeymen under the
bed and in the closet, huh?

Come on, Paul.
[slap]

- [sniveling]
- It's a simple question.

[slap]
- No-o-o--

Hmm?

Didn't she hand you
something and tell

you to give it to the
first guy who comes along

and beats the crap out you?
- No.

Hmm?

Where's the video, Paul?

No--

Huh?

[whack]

[gasping] [crying]

ANDERSON: Yeah.

AMANDA: Mm.

ANDERSON: Mm, yeah.

Ooh, baby.

Come on.

Yes.

Yeah.

[laughing]

AMANDA: [giggling]

Ooh, doll.

Play ball.

Mm-mm.

First, I went to see it.

What do you think?

[giggling] Not that.

The video.

You want to see
your old man having

the phalanges off that broad
who tried to blackmail him?

TRISHA (ON VIDEO): [moaning]

LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): Oh, ah!

What is this?

LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): Oh!

TRISHA (ON VIDEO): [moaning]

[laughing] How
can stand he it?

LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): [groaning]
TRISHA (ON VIDEO): Oh!

ANDERSON: God.
LANGLEY: [groaning]

Come on.

[phone auto-dialing]

LANGLEY (ON VIDEO):
Pull the rope tighter.

TRISHA (ON VIDEO): Ooh.
LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): Yes!

[phone ringing]

Hey, Langley.

You hear this?

TRISHA (ON VIDEO): [moaning]

LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): [moaning]

I got the video, and
it's going to cost you.

LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): [moaning]
TRISHA (ON VIDEO): [moaning]

[blowing]
LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): That's it.

TRISHA (ON VIDEO): Oh!
LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): Oh!

He hung up.

TRISHA (ON VIDEO): [moaning]

LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): [moaning]

[gun firing]

AMANDA: Bring me a
screwdriver, Gloria.

And stop pouring the
booze like it's yours.

Good morning, Gilbert.

How's your coffee?

Hot.

Oh, my, my.

Would you look at this?

Nobody is safe anywhere anymore.

Not even here.

Amanda.

Is there an ounce
of decency in you?

What do you expect, sympathy?

The girl was blackmailing you.

That girl wasn't
blackmailing me.

That was purely
for your benefit.

I thought if there was
a threat of a scandal,

you'd leave us alone.

What about the video?

There was a video, but she
wasn't using it against me.

She'd have given it to me
if I had asked her for it.

[exhaling] I
panicked for nothing.

I-- I thought you were
going to leave me for her.

LANGLEY: That's ridiculous.

She was just a toy.

I wasn't going anywhere.

As difficult as you are,
Amanda, I wasn't about to waste

good money on a divorce.

So what's next?

Another toy?

What does it matter?

Maybe it doesn't.

Or maybe it does.

You know, sex was
never great with us.

At least it was frequent.

[chuckling] You know
everything I like.

Uh-uh, uh-- don't worry.

Mm.

Let me tell you
about a man I met.

And what he made me do.

CAPTAIN: Yeah, no.
No, no.

Listen.
Listen to me.

You be there, or else
I'm coming after you.

You-- hey.

Hey.

You know the good
thing about my job?

They give me a gun.

That's right.
Yes.

And I got it.

And I am not kidding!

[bang]

[banging]

How long I been here?

Five months?

For five months,
Frannie and I've been

watching people come and go.

The front door of our
apartment building.

We've seen maybe a
couple of pratfalls.

A guy gets locked
out of his apartment.

A dog pees in the foyer.

RITA: Uh-- I'm
not sure I follow.

CAPTAIN: Cable TV-- for five
months the only channel we get

is the security camera
attached at the front door

of our building.

The cable guy?

Mr. Lipschitz, I promise
you, we'll be there tomorrow

between 11:00 and 6:00.

Whoops.

Had to break the appointment.

Got an emergency call.

We're talking cable TV.

What the hell kind of an
emergency call could he get?

He makes another appointment.

He breaks another appointment.

Makes another one,
breaks another one.

My Frannie has been home
so much she's agoraphobic.

I'm telling you, if he breaks
tomorrow's appointment--

[laughing] dial 9-1-1.

I'm going after him.

All right, so-- so
what do you got?

RITA: This is starting
to shape up, Captain.

You know the PI we told
you about, Grady Anderson?

Yeah, yeah.

RITA: He is a defrocked PI.

He had his tickets pulled
in three states, the latest

being California.

LORENZO: Check this out.

He barely squeaked out of an
aggravated assault charge,

all right?

Involving a sawed-off shotgun.

OK, so if he ties
in, that means Trisha

Vale was the target, not you.

Exactly.

Boom.

[crash]

[sighing]

Check it out.

Hmm?

TV's on, but no sound.

Well, maybe the VCR is on.

Yeah, that's on, too.

[click]

LANGLEY AND TRISHA
(ON VIDEO): [moaning]

LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): Oh, god.

Yes!
Yes.

TRISHA (ON VIDEO): [moaning]

Go, Trisha.

[scoffing]
LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): Yes.

Oh!

This looks like it was
shot in her apartment.

TRISHA (ON VIDEO): Oh!
LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): Tighter.

Meet Mr. Moneybags.

LANGLEY AND TRISHA
(ON VIDEO): [moaning]

My!

That gives the term "main
squeeze" a whole new meaning,

doesn't it?
LANGLEY (ON VIDEO): Oh!

Yeah.
TRISHA (ON VIDEO): [moaning]

LORENZO: All right.

All right, we've got
his fingerprints.

Now we've got his face.

And I bet I know
somebody that can give

us a name to go with that face.

LANGLEY AND TRISHA
(ON VIDEO): [moaning]

[click]

Come on, guys.

Come on.

LORENZO: Malloy.

We'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.

I don't know anything.

Yeah.

Well, we can do this here
or we can take you downtown.

It's your choice.

Don't cover up for
somebody else's mistake.

Not healthy.
- Look, I told you.

I don't know anything about
Miss Vale's private life.

Well, you knew who paid
the rent on her apartment,

didn't you?

You know this guy?

I-- I don't know him.

I think you do.

I think this is the guy
that worked you over.

Oh, no.

I-- I got hurt
playing volleyball.

RITA: Looks like
you were the ball.

He's not going to
hurt you anymore, Paul.

He's dead.

Somebody shot him.

RITA: He had a
video of Trisha Vale

and another man in bed
together, getting a workout.

Yeah.

I gave it to him.

He was going to kill me for it.

And he probably would have.

It's the man on the tape
that we're interested in.

- Did you watch the tape?
- Yeah.

I wanted to keep it.

I mean, she was so beautiful.

Do you recognize
the man on tape?

It's Gilbert Langley.

All right.

So Gilbert Langley was
paying Trisha's rent.

Yeah, kind of.

He owns the building.

Thank you.

Huh.

LANGLEY: I'm Gilbert Langley.

Sergeants Lance and Lorenzo.

We're investigating
the murders of Trisha

Vale and Grady Anderson.

I don't know any
Grady Anderson.

Do you own a .38
caliber pistol, sir?

Yes, I do.

RITA: We need to see that
gun, and we're going to need

you to come downtown with us.

Should I call my attorney?

That's up to you.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you.

How long have you been
involved with Trisha?

We met a little
over a year ago.

We were not involved.

What I saw on this videotape
looked pretty involved to me.

She did things for me,
I did things for her.

It was no more than business.

RITA: That kind of business
is illegal, Mr. Langley.

[chuckling] You didn't
bring me down here to talk

about prostitution, did you?

No, we didn't.

Was she blackmailing you?

Now, you may think that
she was immoral, Sergeant,

but she wasn't unscrupulous.

So why'd she make the tape?

She didn't.

I did.

Right.

She somehow made that tape
without you knowing about it,

and she was holding
it over your head.

For what possible reason?

Money.

I was already
giving her money.

So what did she say she
was going to do with it?

Wreck your marriage?

What's to wreck?

My marriage is little
more than a memory.

And Amanda knew
all about Trisha.

Maybe she was trying
to ruin your reputation.

Look at me, Sergeant.

That video could only
enhance my reputation.

Hell, I'd like everybody
I know to see it.

I had no reason to kill Trisha.

LORENZO: We don't think
you did kill Trisha.

We pretty much
know who did that.

Then go talk to them.

You know, I--

I did get a call the
night before last.

It was a man.

He was calling about the video.

What did he say?

Said he wanted money.

I hung up.

When did you meet
Grady Anderson?

I didn't.

You didn't.

What, you didn't know him?

Didn't know him.

So how do you suppose
he got the videotape

of you and Trisha?

He had the video?

We found it along
with his body.

There were three bullet holes
in that body, Mr. Langley.

And according to
Ballistics, they

were fired from your pistol.

[exhaling]

CAPTAIN: Sure, it's on the menu.

Chicken tostada.

I just want you to leave
off part of it, por favor.

I don't want the chicken,
the beans, the guacamole,

the salsa, or the sour cream.

You just want a plateful
of chopped lettuce?

Si.

Yeah-- I mean, yeah.

Whatever he said,
that's what I want.

Por favor.

RITA: Listen, we'll have two
cups of coffee, please, Raul.

So how are you doing, Cap'n?

I'm OK.

Just a little
hungry, that's all.

And by the way, this
is the perfect snack.

This is only fiber and
water and fewer calories

than it takes to chew it up.

Also, I can't ruin my appetite.

Frannie is making my
favorite tonight--

blanched carrots over
unsalted elbow macaroni.

[laughing] I can taste it now.

Mm.

How?

So, how'd it go with Langley?

Eh, I tell you, that guy has
got to be the blandest man I

have ever met.

He's very genteel and
cool, but the guy-- he

has nothing burning inside.

Hi, George.

LORENZO: Even on the
sex video with the girl,

it's like he had to force
himself to feel something.

What are you, kidding me?

What the hell does this
have to do with anything?

Did he kill somebody?

I thought that's
the question here.

Well, we do have
a possible motive--

the murder weapon.
- His prints.

No prints.

You talking about
Gilbert Langley?

Yeah.

I just got through
with his lawyer.

No, that's not quite right.

His lawyer just got
through with me.

It was like there was
1,000 big chickens

trying to peck me to death.

There's no case here.
- Yeah.

I agree.

Are you sure that Grady
Anderson killed the girl?

We can't be 100%, George.

No.

We found a scatter
gun in his apartment,

but of course, we can't
use ballistics to peg that.

Forensics ran some tests
patterns and they were close.

But no cigar.

See, the button we got
here is, who shot Anderson?

DONOVAN: And having the
murder weapon isn't enough.

I mean, we gotta connect
Langley to Anderson,

put the gun in Langley's hand
with him pulling the trigger,

or reasonable doubt's gonna
kill us in the jury room.

He's right.
Cut him loose.

We'll pick this
up in the morning.

Um-- Captain, I
think we're going

to stick with this for a while.

We have a ton of phone
records to go through.

In a big, big box
of papers and records.

Uh-- you-- you go
ahead and enjoy lunch.

Go ahead.

We'll stick with it for a while.
- Go ahead.

Go ahead.

OK.

You really going to eat that?

Yes.

One of my favorite dishes.

You're gonna die.

LANGLEY: Thank you, Gloria.

Good morning, dear.

How was jail?

Very funny.

Old Berger is a
very good lawyer.

I don't think I'll
be going back.

Oh, I hope not, Gilbert.

So why are you dressed so early?

I'm going to the apartment.

Prospective tenants.

You mean a couple?

Yes.

A couple of young ladies.

You sick bastard.

The other one's
not even cold yet.

What can I say?

These girls love the ocean view.

Damn you, Gilbert.

Please don't do this to me.

This has nothing
to do with you.

It has nothing to do with us.

Why are you getting so angry?

I'm not going to leave you.

Oh, I'd love to be rid of you.

[chuckling] But not my money.

Do you have any idea what
it would do to my reputation

if word got around
about what you'd

do with these little girls?

What do you think it would do?

Be laughed right
out of Palm Beach.

Oh, you'd get a weak
little nudge in your ribs.

All the time, they'd be
laughing at me behind my back.

They already laugh
at you, Amanda.

They all know you pretend
to be something you're not.

That you were my whore
before I married you.

That it used to be
you in the apartment.

But why do you give a damn?

Because it's important to me.

I'm somebody now.

Damn you.

You're going to ruin it.

I could kill you
for this, Gilbert.

Now, don't be ridiculous.

Oh, I could do it.

I sent Grady Anderson to
kill your other whore.

And then I killed him--

so I could shoot you and
not think twice about it.

[giggling] But I won't.

[smack] All I have
to do is wait.

The police are going to
do everything for me.

Bullseye, Cap'n.

Langley?

RITA: Yep.

We were right all along.

The connection of Grady
Anderson to Langley was correct.

We just had the wrong Langley.

Mrs. Langley.

RITA: Mm-hmm.

But not for the murder
of Grady Anderson.

What we got looks
like a conspiracy

to murder Trisha Vale.

RITA: We have phone calls
made from her car phone

to his apartment.

We also have his bank records,
saying that she was paying him.

LORENZO: And we got
his expense account.

Old Grady watched his nickels
and he watched his dime.

And every cent he spent tagging
Trisha Vale, he wrote it down.

And Amanda Langley
reimbursed him for it.

So what do you think?

CAPTAIN: Well, the
wife had access

to the gun that killed
Anderson, and a big motive

for both murders.

I think she put
together a pretty

nice frame-up on her old man.

I also think you two must
have spent the night here.

Yeah, pretty close.

Uh-- 3:00 AM?

Yeah, somewhere around there.

Go.

Go.

AMANDA: I said you're
not leaving this house.

Well, of course not.

You're absolutely right.

I'm not going anywhere.

AMANDA: Right.

Not till I turn my back.

I never should have
told you, Gilbert.

It doesn't matter.

I can't testify against you.

Put the gun
down, Mrs. Langley.

Come on.

Nobody has to get hurt.

Put the gun down.

Put it down.

Are you here to
arrest my husband?

LORENZO: We're just here
to talk to you, ma'am.

They're going to put
me in prison, Gilbert.

You'll be free to have all
the little girls you want.

[gun fires]

Ah!

Oh!

Your playing days
are over, dear.

LANGLEY: Oh-- oh.

So are yours, lady.

Look, you know the thing
about, is the glass half full

or is the glass half empty?

Yeah, it's called
optimism versus pessimism.

Yeah, optimism
versus pessimism.

Right.

I think that's how
we all live our lives.

We're either looking forward
to the best it has to offer,

or we're trying to get
ready to deal with the worst

thing that can happen to us.

So which one do
you think you do?

Uh-- well, I used
to expect the worst.

It's not that I expected it.

It's just that I always wanted
to be ready to deal with it

in case it happened, you know?

Mm-hmm.

But I think I've changed.

Now, I think I'm looking forward
to the best it has to offer.

Well, I would say that's
a definite improvement.

So what changed your mind?

I lived through the worst
thing that could happen to me.

What's that?

I lost you.

Christopher.

You've gotta hear this.

I want you to know
what happened to me.

See, I was telling
everybody that I

didn't believe it was you.

Big time denial, but inside--

inside my heart--

Rita, I was so scared.

My whole world blew up.

And just-- it was like I
lost a huge piece of myself.

You're my best friend.

I'm closer to you
than I am to anybody

else in this whole world.

I thought you were gone.

I felt like I was going to die.

But now, I got you back.

Yep.

And I feel like I got a
second chance at life myself.

I'm gonna take all that has
to offer, thanks to you.

[laughing]

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