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[music playing]

KIM: Rita!

There's just one
more line up here.

OK, I got it.

KIM: Then he took me
to this jazz club.

So completely romantic.

Ooh, so you got to tell me.
Who is this guy?

- No way.
- Oh, come on.

[inaudible]

I'm keeping him to myself.

Look at that grin on her face.

This guy must have
all the right moves.

Ooh, and then some.

I never thought I'd
feel like this again.

Does Paul know about it?

He will tonight.

Think he'll understand?

KIM: Who knows?

He's a man.

You figured 'em out yet?

I get along with the ones
I deal with in the morgue.

[laughing]

Well, Paul has had a
lover for months, right?

So he has no right to complain.

That's the way
I feel about it.

Six months in separate bedrooms.

We rarely see each other.

It's not a marriage anymore.

It's over.

So you think you're gonna
marry this mystery guy?

He looks at me like
there's nobody else.

And it's in his kiss.

It is really magic between us.

Oh, that's great.

That's great, Kim.

[ladies humming]

Thank you so much for today.

Yeah, it was fun, huh?

I haven't been
sailing in years.

And I really like Kim.

Yeah.

You know, it's a shame
her marriage has been

such a roller coaster lately.

I'm so glad she has
decided to give it up.

Rita?

Huh?

Think you'll ever get married?

Me?

Yeah, absolutely, when I
can find a guy who will let

me be who I am.

Hmm.

It's going to be tough for me.

Oh, poor Diana.

You know, you are too
smart and too beautiful.

No, really, some guys
find that intimidating.

It's not that.

It's the smell of formaldehyde.

I can't get rid of it.
- Would you stop?

You do not smell
like formaldehyde.

I would tell you if you did.

Maybe.

[rita laughs]

Well, you're young.

If you don't like
what you do, why

don't you make a career change?

But I do like it.

I like the challenge.

It's like when
someone dies, it's

like I'm their last witness.

I make sure people
know what happened.

KIM (ON ANSWERING
MACHINE): It's over Rita.

She ruined everything!

What the hell am I gonna do?

Oh, great.

[dialing]

[off-the-hook beeping]

[music playing]

[doorbell rings]

[knocking]

Hello?

Kim?

Paul?

Think she left?

I don't know.

Uh, Kim?

Is anyone here?

Hello?

Kim?

[clock ticking sound]

[theme music]

[gun shot]

THEME SONG: Oh,
whoa oh oh oh oh.

Oh, whoa oh oh.

Whoa ho oh oh oh.

Oh, yeah.

[gun shot]

[humming]

Owww!

Oh!

Whoa!

[laughing]

Hey!

What's wrong, Officer?
Was I going too fast?

Maybe, maybe.

You know, there are going
to be a lot of upset guys

when you waste this
department fitness test.

You planning on
being one of them?

Do I hear a challenge?

Well, only if you plan
on picking up the tab

of a very expensive dinner.

Listen, thanks for coming out

No, I was just
coming by to check

out the track before the test.

Huh.

And you wanted to
be there for me?

Yeah.

Yeah, that, too.

You know, it never--

never gets any easier.

I don't think it ever
gets easier losing a friend.

So you gonna take time off?

Nah.

I can't let this one go.

Come on, Rita, her
suicide is not your fault.

Chris, Kim did
not commit suicide.

I'm telling you, Kim had
just met this new guy.

And she was gonna
tell her husband

that the marriage was over.

She was ready to live again.

She was not ready
to kill herself.

She sounded hysterical on
that answering machine tape.

You know, the money was Kim's.

Maybe her husband felt the
marriage slipping away.

And he decided to
stage a suicide.

Come on, Rita, the
guy, he's got an alibi.

He was with his girlfriend.

Yeah, his girlfriend.

And guess who the
girlfriend was?

Vicky Gates.

It was Kim's friend
and personal trainer.

Kim never knew who
Paul was sleeping with.

I don't think she
wanted to know.

Maybe she found out.

She couldn't handle it.

It looks like suicide,
I'll give you that.

I mean, the pieces fit.

But the puzzle doesn't work.

The whole thing is too neat.

Hello, Paul.

Hello, Rita.

Is this personal
or professional?

Well, a little bit
of both, I guess.

A little bit of both, huh?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I don't think
Kim killed herself.

You, um, you're
gonna be a rich man.

Is that all you see?

I'll admit, Kim and I weren't
much of a husband and wife

anymore.

But we were still friends.

We were really in love once.

Yeah, I remember.

I don't understand how it
all slipped away, but it did.

I had to get on with my life.

Vicky made me happy again.

If that drove Kim
to kill herself,

well, it's something
I'll have to live

with for the rest of my life.

But it is not a crime.

Kim found out about you
and Vicky, didn't she?

Yes.

Yes.

She knew I was
involved with someone.

And I think she was
hoping that it would end.

When it didn't, we just never
talked about it anymore.

She was more than
her personal trainer.

They were friends.

Kim was upset.

But more with me
than with Vicky.

Was Vicky here last night?

No.

I went over to her place and
spent the night, after Kim

and I had a disagreement.

Is that how she got
the bruises on her arms?

I never touched her.

We were both upset.

There was lot of pain because
things weren't working out.

But I never hit her, ever.

And what about her lover?

What lover?

She never said anything to me.

Was she happy?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

Well, then why did
she kill herself?

I don't think she did.

[sighs]

I didn't kill my wife Rita.

And I don't know
anyone who would.

[knocking]

[muffled speaking]

Mm-hmm?

[muffled speaking]

What is this?

Some new form of
sexual harassment?

98.6.

Well, that's normal.

It can't be normal.

The way I feel, this thing
should be right off the chart.

Come here.

Let me feel it.

No, you're not hot at all.

You're absolutely fine.

Well, I'm hot inside, OK?

See, this is a bug.

I know this is a bug.

And it's eating its way through.

Captain, are you
trying to find an excuse

to get out the fitness test?
- Hey!

Hey!

Be careful!

Because I could bust you
right down to traffic detail.

Look, you're stressing.

Don't stress.

Stress is a killer.

Let's just see what
your blood pressure is.

Well, looks fine.

Yeah.

So what are you hovering?
Why aren't you working?

Did you find out anything?

No, I did not
find anything out.

But I know somebody killed her.

Well, do me a favor.

Make me believe it.

Because I did find
out something.

What?

Paul Dyer wields some
clout with the right people.

And he's made it clear that he
does not want his wife's memory

exploited by keeping this thing
unresolved from any longer

than necessary.

So what are you telling me?

Telling me to bury this?

I'm telling you
to do your job, OK?

And find out what the
hell's taking Diana

so long with the ME's report.

You're stressing, Cap.

Diana?

I thought I was
gonna have to hire

Lewis and Clark to find you.

Hey.

Hi.

You want some lunch?

No, thank you.

Actually, I was hoping you
might have some answers for me.

Well, I don't
know if I have any.

Vascular trauma to the wrist.

Death caused by loss of blood.

Self-inflicted.

So what about the
bruises on her arms?

Maybe rough sex
with her mystery man.

There was semen present,
probably from the night before.

After all the time she
spent in the water,

I was really lucky to find it.

But she did bleed
to death, right?

Not exactly.

The actual moment of death
was caused by a heart attack.

You know, but something
just doesn't fit.

You know it and I know it.

And I can only stall the process
for a little while longer.

And once the report
comes out, I will not have

an official leg to stand on.

Maybe-- maybe we
overlooked something?

Yeah, right.

And maybe we're wrong.

[music playing]

VICKY: Excuse me?

Hi, I'm Sergeant Lance.

Oh, you're Kimberly's friend.

She told me about you.

I'm Vicky Gates.

Hi.

Would you like a cup
of coffee or anything?

No.
No, thank you.

I'm fine.

Really, it's no trouble.

I'll just call Maria.

I'm investigating Kim's death.

Yeah, Paul said
that you suspect him.

No, I didn't exactly say that.

I'm trying to find
out what happened.

Well, Paul was
with me all night.

I'll swear to that under oath.

Well, good.

Thank you.

That's nice to know.

Look, don't be
too hard on Paul

because he was cheating
on your friend.

Look, I know it may be difficult
for you to believe this,

but I was Kim's friend, too.

And I never looked twice at
Paul until their marriage

was history.

Who was Kimberly
having an affair with?

Kim?
She wasn't.

Was she?

Yes.

She was.

You know, I can't
imagine that she

didn't talk to you about it.

I mean, people usually talk
to their personal trainers,

almost like they're
their shrink.

Well, she never
mentioned a thing to me.

And we were pretty close.

I bet she didn't
feel very close to you

last night when
she found out you'd

been sleeping with her husband.

I know.

Look, I wanted to be straight
with Kim from the beginning.

But Paul really didn't think she
was stable enough to handle it.

Not stable enough?

You knew her.

You didn't see it?

No, I saw a woman who
was in love looking forward

to the rest of her life.

Kimberly lived in
fantasy, Sergeant.

She created scenarios
that were perfect.

And she even made
up people to play

the parts, which is probably
where this lover came from.

She ever talk to
you about therapy?

No.

But, um, that probably
would have been a good idea.

But that's pretty
evident now, isn't it?

DUSTIN: All right, sweetheart.

Now that's good.
Good.

Give me that sexy look.
That's beautiful.

Yeah, yeah, here.
Yeah, that's good.

That's beautiful.
Yeah, give me that look.

That's gorgeous.

Yeah, you're so sexy.

You're beautiful.

OK, yeah, that's gorgeous.

Oh, you're one pretty lady.

Now feel him on top again.

Yeah, that's it.

Good.

Yeah, yeah, here.

Now let's get hot.

Stretch out on your back.

Yeah, that's good.

That's beautiful.
Yeah, give me that look.

That's gorgeous.

Yeah, you're so sexy.

Now, look, if you want him
to see it in the pictures,

well, you've gotta
feel it first.

Now you're feeling it?

'Cause I am.

Oh, yeah, that's good.

Give it to me, come on.

Gorgeous.

OK, now, now feel
him on top of you.

Yeah, that's it.

Good.

Feel him lying beside you, huh?

Beautiful.

Gorgeous.

OK.

Well, if he doesn't
fall in love with you

all over again
after seeing these,

you can haven't
declared brain dead.

Are they really good?

Well, wait until tomorrow
and see for yourself.

You are one sexy lady.

Never doubt it.

Excuse me.

There was no one out front,
so I just came on back.

I hope you don't mind.

'Course not.

A beautiful woman
is always welcome.

Well, thank you.

Is that how you do it?

You make them like themselves?

Everyone wants to.

Now you, you would take
the light beautifully.

I'd love to--

Photograph me?

First, why don't you
tell me about these.

That's Kimberly Dyer.

Hard to believe you're a cop.

Well, I am.

Sergeant Lance.

That's a shame, you know.

She was so sexy.

Look at the life in those eyes.

I can't believe
she killed herself.

What do you know about her?

She wanted what they all want,
to believe in herself again.

Do you know who
she took those for?

I assumed they
were for her husband.

And if they weren't, did she
ever mention any names to you?

No, she never
mentioned a lover.

Sometimes there isn't anyone.

What do you mean?

Well, I create a
fantasy for them.

Some of them just want to
hang onto that fantasy.

What about Kimberly?

Hard to say.

Sometimes they invent
an imaginary lover.

You know, take away
the loneliness.

Well, if my pictures
can help ease the pain,

hey, I'm going to
play that game.

Did you know her?

I'm not sure.

Uh, some of these
leftovers could use a shave.

Yeah, I know.

I didn't get time to
go the grocery store.

Well, you said come
over and have dinner.

Look, I know I did.

Chris, why don't-- why don't
we just go out to dinner?

I'll buy.
- Bullseye.

Now all we need is a bottle
of vino and we're set.

Hmm.

All right, uh, this is good.

So, Chris, how well do
you think you know me?

Uh, besides what a great
hostess I think you are?

Very funny.

All right.

I can count the number
of stand-up people

I know on one hand.

Bing.

Hmm?

That you.

So you think you know
me pretty well, huh?

That's what I thought, too.

Kimberly.

Yeah, Kimberly.

Her suicide is a
slam dunk right now.

That's, that's a good choice.
It's easy.

It's OK.

But if you want to keep
pressing, just keep it simple.

OK.

So let's walk through it.

Simple, simple, simple.

Someone wanted to kill
her for whatever reason.

Who could be this someone?

Could be Paul.

Could be Vicky.

But they claim
they were together.

Can you crack their alibi?

No, no.

The two of them
are a locked pair.

There's no way to put
them at the crime scene

at the time of her murder.

What about her
new lover, though?

Who could be imaginary.

Yeah, he could be.

He.

Could it be a she?

No, no, it was
definitely a he.

Well, if he is imaginary--

That would be the
Kimberly I didn't know.

The Kimberly I did know was
very much in love with someone

very real.

I could see it in her eyes.

In that case, you nail him.

You find him and you peg him.

Kim was loaded, right?

What do you do for
a hot, new love?

Well, if you have
money, you buy him things.

You buy him cologne
and sweaters and toys.

I haven't been able
to find a journal.

But I think a checkbook might be
just the thing I'm looking for.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome very much.

What?

Yeah, anchovies.

Ugh.

That's why I didn't eat it.

Ah, give it up, you thief!

[banging]

Who the hell services
this thing, huh?

I don't know, Captain.

It works for me.

[bang]

[machine whirring]

Now how'd you do this?

I just beat the hell
out of this thing.

Woman's touch.

Listen, we've got a problem.

Yeah, I know.

I can't go back to the Dyer's
house without a search warrant.

It's no longer a crime scene.

Paul Dyer pushed
all the right buttons.

What the hell does that mean?

Hey, don't tee
off on me, Rita.

You didn't think I know
that you and Diana were

stalling on the ME's report?

Come on.

I can only look the other
way for so long, you know.

So?

So what is it?

It's a closed case.

Suicide.

Paul Dyer wants to quietly
get on with his life.

And some very important people
think he should be allowed to.

Yeah, and maybe
he's just covering up

for his wife's murder.

Hey, look, I
don't like this, OK?

I don't like people
wedging my department

with political influence.

But when the chief gives me
a direct order, I follow it.

You know why?

Because I am a paid
public servant.

And so are you.

So I suggest you
get back to serving.

Look, Captain, I know if I
can get to Kimberly's checkbook,

I may be able to
find out who did it.

Well, right now,
she did it herself.

So the checkbook
is off limits, OK?

I'm getting really
close, I just know it.

Listen, Rita, sometimes
people's rights are

a pain in the butt, you know?

And sometimes people
manipulate the system.

But for right now, in
a situation like this--

We just look the other way.

Rita, you gotta know that
if you got something solid,

I'll go to the wall for you.

Yeah, so?

Nothing.

Look, but I know Kimberly
Dyer did not kill herself.

[door slams]

This guy Rhoades, one
hell of a photographer.

He knows how to pick the angles.

So you thinking about
having your picture taken?

You know, I was contemplating
that very thought.

But you got to help
me decide this.

I can't choose between the
black teddy, right, or the two

piece bra and panty set.

I don't know what to do.

Why improve on nature?

You make a good point.

Oh, man.

Has this guy got
some racket or what?

What do you mean?
The women?

Well, yeah.

Yeah, the women.

I mean, this guy's
a photographer.

Photographers always
score the women.

It's depressing.

Is that right?

Yeah.

I mean, think about this.

This guy spends his
day photographing babes

in lingerie.

Not a bad way to spend your day.

Then he makes out
like Valentino.

And he makes bucks doing it.

So I suppose you've
seen his balance sheet?

Uh, no.

No.

But I have seen this.

You see this sweet piece
of Italian machinery?

It's worth-- oh, man, I don't
know, 80,000 bucks easy.

It's probably
just a prop, Chris.

He probably just
rented it for the shot.

No, a prop with a
personalized license plate?

Look at that.

My Dustin.

My Dustin?

So it's probably a gift?

And I get sweaters, cologne.

This guy gets a Ferrari.

Where's the justice in that?

I--

You are just the best.

Thanks.

Well.

Well, I feel pretty good.

It's a beauty, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

Most cars are not beautiful.

This, this is Beautiful.

Look, I'm really not
going to buy this car.

No.

[laughs]

No, no, I could never
afford one of these.

Actually, I saw a man
driving one of these.

And it was really gorgeous.

Oh, well, driving one of these
makes any man look gorgeous.

But, actually, no, this
particular guy, he was, um,

he was in his 30s.

And he had a beautiful
smile, warm eyes.

And his license
plate said Dustin.

Oh, I know that guy.

We sold him the car.

But I think he's
already been scored.

He's married?

Worse.

His girlfriend
bought him the car.

She's loaded.

Damn it.

You're sure about that?

Well, I'm pretty sure.

I didn't sell it, though.

Let's look it up.

Great.

OK.

Registered to Dustin Rhoades.

Paid for by Kimberly Dyer.

Marina Way.

She is loaded.

Well, thank you so much.

You really are a nice person.

Listen, if I ever do wanna
buy one of these cars, I'll--

Honey, I hope by
then I'm retired.

[laughs]

[knocks]

Thank you.

[music playing]

Dustin.

Yes, oh.

[dustin laughs]

Oh, Dustin.

Oh, Dustin.

Oh!

Oh.

Mmm.

Dustin.

[inaudible].

Hey, get me a
beer, babe, please?

[groans]

Hey!

[gun shot]

[dustin groans]

[music playing]

Hello?

[clanking]

[gun cocks]

[thud]

[rita grunts]

Hello, Rita Bonita.

Hi, Diana.

How are ya?

Fine.

How's your head?

If you're hearing
bells, I'm fine.

You're gonna have
to be really careful

with the concussion, hmm?

That's what my
doctor said to me.

And what else did he say?

"Are you busy for
dinner Saturday night?"

He probably just wants
to keep an eye on you.

Yeah, or a hand or two.

So, did you get
anything I can use?

Well, Rhoades was
shot at close range.

A .357 tore through his
heart, shattered his spine,

and blew pieces of a
lung out of his back.

So whoever killed
him must have known him

pretty good to get that close.

In several ways.

He was killed right after sex.

And he's a semen match
for Kim's mystery lover.

Any clue who was with him?

He had sex with a woman
before he was killed.

But that doesn't necessarily
mean she killed him.

It could have been a
man, a jealous husband.

RITA: Or it could be another
woman, a jealous lover.

And that person could
have killed Kim, too.

But how do we prove that?

Someone doesn't bleed
to death the way

she did without a fight.

And a struggle like that,
there would've been blood

everywhere, which there wasn't.

Well, they could've
rendered her unconscious,

put her in a tub, pop!

Slit her wrists.

And Kim had no signs
of having been struck,

nor drugs that would
have incapacitated her.

All right, let's
run through this.

So she was definitely
in the tub when

her wrists were slit, right?

Somebody would have
had to know her

pretty damn well to
get that close to her

without her being suspicious.

Then there would
have been a struggle.

Unless she really
did commit suicide.

So then why is
Dustin Rhodes dead?

Well, maybe it's
a coincidence.

I have to release her
body today for burial.

Kim would have wanted
us to try everything.

You know what?

I'm gonna hold down the forts.

Why don't you get to know Dustin
Rhoades just a tad bit better?

Yeah.

[phone ringing]

CHRIS (ON PHONE): Yeah, Lorenzo.

Yeah, hey, listen, it's me.

I think I finally got something.

Good, because Diana is
drawing a total blank on this.

Well, Dustin was making huge
deposits at regular intervals.

And it looks a little bit
too much for a photographer.

But guess who's
all over his books?

Kim.

She was paying off
like a slot machine,

along with a lot of other women.

What, you think they
were also Dustin's lovers?

Well, I don't know.

But I've got his
appointment book here.

So that at least
gives me a start.

You're not going to
believe who is in his book.

Charmaigne Donelle.

You mean the famous
romance writer?

You're kidding me.

Partner, you be
careful, all right?

Stepping on toes
in this arena could

be a career-ender for you.

Well, I could always
take up golf, you know.

Yeah.

You be careful.

Thanks.

Talk to you later.

Bye.

Thank you.

Mrs. Donelle.

- Sergeant Lance.
- Hi.

- How do you do?
- Good.

Nice to meet you.
- Please sit down.

Thanks.

I'm writing a romance
novel fueled by the gossip

of my little neighborhood.

You know, lust,
blackmail, murder.

Which is why you're here.

Then you know
about Dustin Rhoades?

Oh, yes, he inspired one of
the characters in my novel.

Hmm.

Did you meet Dustin
through his work?

[laughs]

How tactful.

Yes, he photographed me.

Hmm.

Did your sessions
with Dustin, did they

go further than photography?

Oh, yes.

He enjoyed women.

I enjoyed him.

Look, I'll be frank.

I have some records.

You paid him quite
a bit of money.

Fantasies aren't
always free, Sergeant.

He was worth every penny of it.

Paying him was
part of the allure.

Was it a woman?

We're not quite sure yet.

Um, how did you meet Dustin?

Through my personal trainer.

Vicky Gates.

CHARMAIGNE: Mm-hmm.

She keeps the cellulite off of
a few of the women who lunge.

Did you ever suspect Dustin
and Vicky working together?

[laughs]

Oh, yes.

As soon as he started
asking me for money

to continue our fling.

But by then I was so
addicted to the whole thing,

I didn't give a damn.

And do you still see her?

No.

When Dustin and I
ended our arrangement,

I didn't really want to
have her around anymore.

But I do miss those B12 shots.

Vicky gave you B12 shots?

Mm-hmm.

I hate needles, but
she was so good at it.

In and out, and I
never felt a thing.

I certainly couldn't
say that about Dustin.

This has been very helpful.

Thank you very much.

And what are you going
to call the novel?

Love Bandit.

Diana, hi.
It's me.

Listen, have you
released Kim's body yet?

I'm finishing up the
paperwork right now.

Good.

I want you to hang
on to it for me.

Look for a needle mark.

There were no
drugs in her system.

If you find a mark, I
think the needle was empty.

I'll check.

OK, girls, it's looking good.

Take it around.

Take it around, that's it.

Now drop hands and rush in.

OK, now rush out.

Great.

Take it around one more time.

That's it.

It's looking good.
Great, girls.

Thanks a lot.

It's looking really good.

Let's get ready
for the next setup.

It's looking really good.

We're going to move
on to the next setup.

It's going to be the one.

You know, this is, uh,
this is quite a production.

It's something I have
wanted to do for a long time.

Oh, well, that's good.

That's good.

You got Paul to pay for
it with Kim's money.

Paul thinks it's
a good investment.

Since you and I aren't
friends, and Paul isn't here,

this can't be a social call.

My job isn't
finished here yet.

With the right phone call,
that job could disappear.

Kimberly committed suicide.

This is harassment.

This isn't about Kimberly.

This is about Dustin Rhoades.

He was murdered.

I'm sure you heard about it.

Still like to make
that phone call?

What do you want?

You referred quite a few
of your clients to Dustin.

Yes, I did.

Some women need a boost
to their self-esteem.

Lonely, vulnerable,
rich women.

So you knew it was going
to lead to more than just

the photographs.

You can think what
you like, Sergeant.

Everybody was an adult. What
they did was up to them.

Dustin seduces them.

He convinces them
they're in love.

And then they have to pay him
off to continue the affair.

See, I think the two
of you were partners.

And you had something
to do with his murder.

That's what I think.

Well, if we were partners
making all of that money,

why would I kill
the golden goose?

Maybe you found another goose.

Oh, by the way, you still giving
those wonderful B12 shots?

[knocking]

Who is it?

DIANA: Me.

Diana, come on in.

Hi.

RITA: Hi.

Well, you were right.

What, an injection mark?

Yes, injected at an
angle Kim couldn't possibly

have administered herself,
in a place you wouldn't

expect to find a needle mark.

An empty syringe filled
with nothing but air.

Just what we need to live.

Unless it's forced
into our veins.

It expands under pressure.

And when it reaches
the heart, it ruptures.

So Kim did die
of a heart attack?

Yes.

I was right about that,
just not what caused it.

Hmm.

So whoever cut her wrist, they
did it after the injection

to make it look like suicide.

Probably after she was dead.

Her blood pressure
had fallen by then,

and I'd guess the
killer used massage

to get enough blood out of
her body to make it look good.

So that's why there
was no struggle, no mess.

And the bruises on
her body, probably

from holding her in
the tub while the air

worked its way to her heart.

So whoever killed her
knew what they were doing.

I just, I don't have any way
to tie anyone to the murder.

I can't help
you with that one.

But I can tell you,
it was not suicide.

You are an angel.

Thank you.

Oh, you're welcome.

RITA: It's been right in
front of me the whole time.

KIM (ON ANSWERING
MACHINE): It's over, Rita.

She ruined everything.

What the hell am I gonna do?

See, I always thought Kim
was talking about her fight

with Paul when she found
out Vicky was the woman who

stole her husband.

Still makes sense.

Right, which is
why we bought it.

But something about
this always bothered me.

Kim had known her marriage
was over with Paul for months.

So why all of a sudden hysteria?

Well, she ruined everything
didn't just mean a marriage.

It means everything.

See, Kim, was in love
with Dustin, right?

She finds out that Vicky was
the woman who took her husband.

But what if she also finds
out that Vicky and Dustin

were partners and lovers?

One woman ruins everything.

Right, and Kim and Dustin were
killed by someone they knew.

Vicky knew 'em both.

And Vicky was also
the one making all

the moves towards Kim's money.

She seduces Paul while
Dustin collects from Kim.

And you can bet he split
that money with Vicky, too.

Now, what about Paul?

Well, my guess is he's
just a pawn in all this.

Well, he's
infatuated with her.

He's her alibi.

We don't crack him,
we got no case.

Well, if Paul has no
idea what's gone on, then

maybe that's just
the button to push.

Yeah, well, we
got nothing to lose.

Why don't you sweat Paul?

And I will shadow
the black widow.

I think she may have already
killed a couple of times.

You be careful, right?

Yeah, you too.

If Paul's not a pawn
in this, he's in on it.

Yeah.
Bye

See ya.

Paul?

We have to talk.

Pull up a chair.

- This is serious.
- So am I.

No!

Stop it, Paul.

Damn it.

Damn it, I mean it.

OK.
OK.

What is it?

I'm sorry.

I am so afraid of losing you.

Don't worry.

I'm here.

I'm not going anywhere.

I love you, Vicky.

I'd do anything you want.

Now what's wrong?

Your friend Rita
was here again today.

What'd she want?

She says they've got
some new information.

- About Kim, huh?
- Yes, about Kim.

She says they're going to
put you away for killing her.

[laughs]

Put me away, huh?

She was really
pressing, trying to get me

to take back my alibi for you.

Yeah, but it's the truth.

After Kim and I fought, I
spent the night at your place.

I was there when you
got home, remember?

She is really making
a big deal out of this.

A phone call will
put an end to that.

You don't get it, do you?

She is convinced that you
killed Kim to get her money.

I'm afraid that she's
contrived some kind

of evidence against you.

And you know when the cops
are hot to make a bust,

they can distort things, and
twist everything against you.

But it would all be lies.

Sweetie, you and I had an
affair right under your wife's

nose for six months.

You wind up with her money.

How do you think that
looks to the jury?

The cops already know that you
and her had a fight that night.

But she was alive when I left.

And you came to me, the woman
who loves you, the woman who

wants to protect you, the woman
that they can make the jury

believe would lie for you.

God, this can't be happening.

Sweetheart, you would not
be the first innocent man

to get the death penalty.

I'd better call my lawyer.

They're the law.

You won't stand a chance.

Well, I gotta do something.

That something is get
the hell out of here.

It doesn't matter where we
are, as long as we're together.

Leave the country?

With enough money,
we could disappear.

Buy a sailboat.

Move on when we have to.

Well, I can't
liquidate everything.

No, no, just the money now.

You can wire for the rest later.

I guess there's
nothing keeping me here.

Nothing but a jail cell.

But we have to do it right
away, today, before they

even get wind of a thing.

We could never come back.

I know.

You love me that much?

I love you that much.

Well, you must've
made quite a withdrawal.

What do you want?

I'd like to talk to you.

I'm going home.

No, you're not.

You're coming with me.

And you can bring your
piggy bank with you.

Am I under arrest?

No, but you can be.

Come on, let's go.

You know, you could do
a lot with this money,

only if you're not in prison,
or if you're not dead.

Is this your good
cop, bad cop routine?

I'm the only one here.

Which one are you?

Take a wild guess.

Does all this have a point?

Yeah.

I just thought you'd
like to know you're

a prime suspect in two murders.

Two?

Two, yeah.

See, I'd like you to
meet a photographer.

His name is Dustin Rhoades.

See, Mr. Rhoades did
not take this picture.

But he did, however, take these.

I know nothing about this.

I never even met this guy.

Hmm.

Kim was really in love with him.

So?

Vicky introduced them.

Is this going somewhere?

See, Vicky would introduce
Rhoades to wealthy women

like Kim, with usually
failed marriages

like yours, rebound love.

Then Rhoades would convince
them that they were his one

and only.

And they would start paying off.

So he's a lowlife jerk?

Yeah, he's a lowlife
jerk with a high class act.

And a clever partner.

Does any of this add up for you?

Vicky?

Vicky, yeah.

See, she's been getting your
money from both ends, Paul.

Dustin milks Kim.

Vicky milks you.

Con artists playing two suckers.

That's absurd.

I gave Vicky
everything she wanted.

Oh, yeah, sure you did.

As long as you had
access to Kim's money.

But what if she wants a divorce?

What happens then?

See, the scam was
really going too well.

Kim found out that Vicky
and Dustin were also lovers.

How do you know this?

Oh, just an educated guess.

But I do know that Kim
did not commit suicide.

She was injected with a
hypodermic needle, probably

by someone that she knew.

You think I injected
her with drugs?

Not drugs, no.

And maybe not you.

Now, you said after
you and Kim fought,

you were at Vicky's
all night, right?

Yes.

And Vicky was
with you all night?

Well, she, uh, she wasn't
there when I first arrived.

But she came in
shortly after that.

Yeah.

See, after you
and Kim had a fight,

she went to Rhoades for comfort.

Only when she got there, she
found him in bed with Vicky.

And that's when the whole scam
started unraveling for Vicky.

So she follows Kim
back to your house.

Kim's in the bathtub.
Vicky comes in.

She starts apologizing, all the
time getting closer and closer.

And then she grabs Kim.

She jams a needle into her.

And she blows an air
bubble into her vein,

holds her into the tub,
waiting for the bubble

to explode into her heart.

And she slashes a wrist.

She massages the blood
out of the dead body,

making it look like suicide.

What kind of woman
is that, Paul, hmm?

And what's she gonna do
to you some balmy night

in paradise when
she's tired of you?

I wanna talk about this.

We have to leave now.

Not until I know everything.

I never lied to you.

You just left
a few things out.

I love you, but
I want the truth.

Now start with Dustin Rhoades.

Everything I have ever
done is because I love you.

Haven't I always
made you feel good?

I don't want any
secrets between us.

Dustin and I were partners.

So you set Kim up and
you took advantage of me?

I fell in love with you.

I wanted to tell you
everything from the beginning.

But Dustin threatened to expose
me unless I slept with him.

And Kim found us
that way, honey.

She was going to divorce you
and not leave you a dime.

You killed them both.

So we could be together.

Hey, if we leave now
and don't look back,

we could still do that.

There it is.

There's your truth.

Can you live with it?

Live with me?

I know everything you like.

And I can do it over
and over and over.

You bastard!

She made him.

It's OK.

We got what we need.

You wanna be together, lover?

You wanna be together?

Don't, don't!

I am not going
down alone for this.

You're coming with me.

Put the gun down!

[gun shots]

[music playing]

[grunts]

The sweater's history,
but you're gonna make it.

[vicky groans]

Welcome to my aerobic class.

[music playing]

Thank you very much.

Thanks, Cap.

So that quack doctor of mine
gave me a clean bill of health.

Oh, that's great.

In that case, I have
your entrance number

for the obstacle portion
of the fitness test.

See, we both took it.

And so far, we are
tied for first.

- Yeah, number one.
- Yep.

Obstacle course?

RITA: Uh-huh.

To see if you're in shape
for chasing the bad guys.

I know how to
chase the bad guys.

Oh, sure.

Sure you do.

You just tell us
to go find them.

That's right.

And I'm in great
shape to do that.

No, no.

Time out here, Cap.

You're the one that said
everybody had to take

this test in the first place.
- That's right.

What, do you think you're
above the law or something?

I am the leader.

And the leader has to eat
to keep his strength up.

RITA: Mm-hmm.

Corned beef, huh?

Uh, that's very
fattening, Cap.

RITA: Yeah.

Yeah, that looks very fattening.

You know, I think you
should have this water.

It'd be good for you.

What do you say we split this
and we call our bet a draw?

RITA: Only if I get
the pickle side.

CHRIS: Done deal.
RITA: OK.

Uh, drink up, Cap.

Yeah, enjoy.

[laughs]

[music playing]

[clock ticking]

[theme music]

THEME SONG: Oh,
whoa oh oh oh oh.

Oh, oh oh oh.

[humming]

Owwww!

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