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[music playing]

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Go easy with the chemicals.

I want to use this pool.

You got it Mr. Jackman.

The water is going to
be like satin sheets.

[laughs]

[camera shutter clicking]

So you're having a good time?

It's wonderful.

I always dreamed of being
a Rush magazine centerfold.

No, no, no.

Not yet.

Your interview week
hasn't finished.

Don't forget, a big part
of choosing the Rush

Girl of the Month is attitude.

My attitude is totally
positive, Mr. Jackman.

I'm totally positive I'll
do anything you want.

[waterfall rushing]

[camera shutter clicking]

What was that?

Shh.

Come on.

[laughs] Now,
let's do it here.

It's not so deep.

Let's do it here.

Let's go back over
there, it's not so deep.

Britney, this side--

[theme music]

[police radio chatter]

CHRIS: This is nice.

CAPT. LIPSCHITZ: Yeah, too
nice for a slut tavern.

You know, I always wanted
an invitation to this place.

Lorenzo, keep your
mind on your business.

I always do, Cap.

Not that business.

Police business.

Oh, that business.

Diana, nice outfit!

Yeah, is that legal?

Don't you have to have
like a permit or something

to wear that thing?

I suggest you keep
your distance or this guy

might jump off the gurney.

So any preliminary info?

Just this.

The man sucked up too
much water into his lungs.

Accidentally or
with some help?

Can't tell yet.

There are no obvious
signs of a struggle.

But he had company
sometime last night.

Well if Jackman
has half the sex

freak he was supposed
to be, I bet he'll

have company in his coffin.

Fingernail marks.

I'd guess a woman's.

Well, for the sake of his
reputation, let's hope so.

What?

He could've gotten those
from a sexual encounter

before he was drowned.

Accidentally, even.

That's possible, because
his swimming trunks were off.

But why would a woman want to
kill a chauvinistic womanizer

like Neil Jackman?

Well, gee, Cap, I
couldn't tell you.

But I bet there are 12 women in
that mansion with good reason,

like January through December.

It's our duty to talk to
each and every one of them.

They all live in the mansion?

Yeah, it's a centerfold perk.

But rumor says it was mandatory
to stay on Jackman's good side.

Well, he doesn't have
a good side anymore.

Yeah.

Let me see something.

The marks looks like they
were made from the rear.

They start here, and
they get deeper here.

They go down and away.

I'd say that was right.

Yeah.

Looks like Jackman's
lady friend must have had

her arm around him from behind.

I want you to keep
the pool of limits

until you finish checking
the filter system.

OK?
Hey, Cap.

Yeah.

Jackson was married, right?

Yeah.

When I was the editor
of Rush magazine,

he gave it a job
to keep her quiet

and away from divorce lawyers.

How do you know
all this stuff?

Come on, I spend all my
time at the supermarket

checkout stand speed-reading
the scandal sheet.

But you-- you don't believe
all that stuff, do you?

No.

Only the serious stuff.

Elvis, two-headed
babies from Pluto.

Excuse me, miss.

Do I know you?

I'm Marilyn Peters.

I was Rush of the
Month in February.

Yeah, believe
me, he knows you.

I know you.

I haven't seen you
around here before.

Who are you?

Yeah, we're police officers.

Now, I'm Sergeant Lorenzo.

This is Captain Lipschitz.

Isn't it awful
about Mr. Jackman?

I've been so blue
ever since I heard.

I liked Neil.

He was a nice man.

So you, uh--

you going for a swim?

Yeah, I love to swim.

- Do you ever swim at night?
- Sometimes.

You go swimming last night?

Oh, no.

No, I went to bed early.

Have to get my beauty Zs.

Miss Peters, are you
staying here at the mansion?

Yes.

Yeah, well, thanks
a lot, Miss Peters.

We'll be talking to you later.

In the meantime, though,
the pool is off limits.

OK?

Oh, OK.

Thanks.
- Thank you.

Bye.

No, I don't care.

Soften them up.

When those lights hit her skin,
I want you to think cream.

Excuse me.

Karen Jackman?

Call security.

No, no.

Captain Lipschitz,
Palm Beach Police.

This is Sergeant Lorenzo.

Ma'am.

This is a bad time.

We understand, Mrs. Jackman.

Our condolences.

I'm not grieving for Neil.

I'm trying to get my Rush of
the Year special issue ready.

I don't have time
to talk to you.

There's a possibility
this could be murder.

Wouldn't surprise me.

Neil was a hard, bitter man.

Everybody hated him.

Does that include you?

Yeah, it does.

I suffered the marriage so
I could edit the magazine.

I don't have to do
that any longer.

Wouldn't you rather
discuss this in private?

No, I would rather
get on with my work.

As far as I'm concerned,
Neil's killer can wait.

His magazine can't.

Mrs. Jackman, did your husband
do a lot of swimming at night?

Swimming?

No.

Neil used his pool for
his sexual frolics.

He wasn't a very
good swimmer, either.

Either?

As opposed to what?

Frolicking?

Was he in any kind of
trouble that you know about?

Not here.

Here he was king of this castle.

An absolute ruler.

What about outside?

I never kept track of what
Neil did outside Rush manor.

Did he keep an
appointment calendar?

Yes, he did.

In his office, two doors down.
Help yourself.

Everything's here for
the asking in Rush manor.

It's open?

It's not locked?

No, Neil wouldn't
tolerate locked doors.

See, if there was
hanky panky going on,

he wanted to make
sure he was in on it.

Well, here she is.

Miss Rush of the Year.

What took you so long?

I'm sorry.

Save the smile, precious.

They're cops.

So, how about her?

You recognize her in clothes?

Oh, absolutely.

It's the inner beauty thing.

Woo, nice tender legs.

That cat, Jackman.
- Yeah.

What do you think she meant
when she said her husband wasn't

a very good swimmer either?

He's a lousy lover.

Neil Jackman.
Yeah.

Sure.

That's like saying
Einstein couldn't add.

Neil Jackman, super stud.

Rumor or reality?

No locked doors, huh?

(WHISPERING) Shh, shh.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

There's somebody in there.

Police officers.

Open up.

Go, go, go, go.

Nobody.
- Yep.

Looks like we interrupted
somebody tossing the place.

We sure did, before they found
what they were looking for.

I don't think they were through.
- Yeah.

Here's a locked drawer.

Man.

This has got to be the
pinup Hall of Fame.

Pinups or pornography?

Well, that-- that depends
on who's doing the looking.

Bingo.

Yeah.

Jackman's appointment book.

Got anything for last night?

Nope.

Blank.

Look at this.

Three times a week every
week, up until last week,

a standing appointment with
somebody he just noted as G.

Mm-hmm.

Well, you keep going
backwards, Cap.

Maybe you'll come
up with the name.

Hey, look at this.

Got a file of names
and addresses.

Maybe we can get a match.

Here it is.

Galatea.

Galatea-- sounds Greek.

Galatea was the mythical
Greek statue Pygmalion sculpted.

Then he fell in love with
her, and she came to life.

What?

I read.

Yeah.

Here it is.

Galatea, Galatea.

Psychologist and sexual
surrogate specializing

in sexual dysfunction.

You're telling me that Neil
Jackman, the Sultan of Smut,

was impotent?

Sure thing, and I'm
the King of England.

Atticus.

What are you doing here?

I work here.

But anyone finds me talking
to you, my job is gone.

So you've got to
promise me, not a word.

An open door draws him
like a moth to a porch light.

That's right, go
ahead, make fun.

But when you hear
that I got pictures

of who killed Neil
Jackman, y'all are

Everybody we talk to knew
a different Neil Jackman.

His wife thought
he was a jerk.

February thought
he was a nice guy.

February?

Yeah, Rush's
centerfold for February.

Marilyn Peters.

36, 24, 36.

Add them all up, you get her IQ.

36--

Never mind, it's just a joke.

[laughs]

Listen, Rita.

Is there any chance you're
going to be done with this Mason

trial by tomorrow?

Not that I don't enjoy
backstopping Lorenzo on this,

chatting with all the
beautiful women at Rush Manor,

but I've got a
department to run.

Yeah, I know it's
killing you, Captain,

but the DA's office
said it's going to be

three or four more days, so.

What happened with
those pictures, Chris?

Well, you know what?

Most of them are too dark.

The ones that aren't are just
candid shots of various people

hanging around the mansion.

Oh, this is nice.

I know you hate
every minute of this.

Why don't you guys
keep at it, huh?

Neil Jackman and his
killer in the pool, right?

So has anybody mentioned reward?

Atticus, these pictures suck.

They're all too dark.

Well, what was
I supposed to do?

Use a flash?

I wasn't even
supposed to be there.

Hey, Atticus.

Did you, by chance, see
who was with Jackman?

Well, like he said, too dark.

What the hell were
you doing taking

pictures in the first place?

Well, just a harmless
innocent little photo record

of my time at Rush Manor.

You know, Atticus, I don't
remember you telling us

what kind of work it
is you do out there.

Huh?

Well, it's just, uh--

you know, a pool man.

[clears throat] Look, I
have my pictures back?

Wait, wait, wait.

What did you just say?

Did you say pool man?

What's wrong with that?

It's honest work.

That's the point.

You've never done an honest
day's work in your life.

Amen.

The pictures.

You know what?

We'll give you the negatives,
we'll take the prints.

Let me ask you a question.

Here, now, I recognize
Jackman, right?

Girls in bikinis.

Yeah.

Who's this?

Don't know.

Never seen her before.

She came out of
Jackman's office just

before I found you in there.

She was in a big hurry, too.

So why is it you're way down
here away from the main house?

Oh, I value my privacy.

Here, sit down.

Thank you.

So what did Mr. Jackson
think about that attitude?

Oh, he respected
it completely.

When he asked me to
live at the mansion

I agreed, but only
if I could have

a separate cottage as far
away from the main house as

possible.

To avoid what Rush
Manor is famous for?

I reside here as a
model, not a concubine.

I understand, Candy.

Why live here at all?

I was July's
Rush of the Month.

Yeah, I got the issue.

Well, when you're
Rush of the Month,

you're expected to
attend a million events.

So I'd be here 16
hours a day anyway.

So you really think
that's why Jackman

has his Rush girls live here?

[laughs] I'm not naive.

I mean, there are
good girls here

and there are bad girls
here, just like there are

everywhere else in the world.

It's just that this place
is a little more glamorous.

What did you think
of Neil Jackman?

He was always a
gentleman to me.

I guess that's all I can go by.

You like to swim, Candy?

No.

You go in the pool last night?

You go anywhere near
the pool for any reason?

I don't go near that pool.

I mean, unless I'm required to
for a photo shoot or something.

It's just there's something
about that pool that's dirty.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I think I do.

I appreciate it.

[doorbell]

Yes?

Captain Lipschitz,
Palm Beach Police.

I want to talk to you
about Neil Jackman.

I know who he is, but
I don't know Mr. Jackman.

Of course you do.

You're a sex surrogate.

We found this in
Jackman's desk along

with his appointment book.

Three times a week
for a long time.

Mind if I come in?

Excuse me.

Neil Jackman's dead.

We think he was murdered.

I heard he was dead.

He was a patient of
mine until recently.

How recently?

He told me he
no longer required

my services a few days ago.

I haven't heard from
or seen him since.

We're you treating him
for sexual dysfunction?

That, Captain, is
privileged information.

I'm a licensed psychologist.

Mr. Jackman was my patient.

Under the law, you're not
entitled to any of the details

of his treatment.

Sex psychologist
turned sexual surrogate.

That's kind of working your way
down a little bit, isn't it?

I get results now, Captain.

More than I ever
did behind a desk.

Laura Gallo.

Is that your real name?

Yes.

Then why do you
call yourself Galatea?

She's the statue.

If you're creating beautiful
things out of nothing,

why wouldn't you name
yourself after the sculptor?

I appreciate your knowledge
of mythology, Captain,

but I'm expecting a patient.

And nothing could be a
bigger threat to the men

who come to see me than a cop.

OK.

Jackman died of asphyxia.

Half drowned, half
choked to death.

His trachea was
severely compressed,

possibly by a choke-hold
applied from the rear.

You know, there is a
lifeguard choke-hold.

It's designed to
neutralize the victim.

That way, if they
panic, they can't

pull away or hurt the rescuer.

In this case,
rescuer-slash-killer.

So there's no bruises,
no contusions on the feet?

No.

And you know this guy struggled.

I think he was drowned
in the deep end.

Water he couldn't stand up.

So the killer was a
very strong swimmer.

She would have to be to hold
him down and herself upright.

She?

You're not definite
on that yet, are you?

Diana said she thought
the scratches on his stomach

caused by a woman.
- It's just a guess.

Somewhere in that
report it says,

seminal fluid traces present.

What does that mean.

Well, Diana said it
means extreme arousal,

no ejaculation.
CHRIS: Bummer

Wait a minute.

Semen traces.

Didn't you say he was impotent?

Aha.

Enter Galatea.

The maker of men
and small miracles.

So a sexual surrogate that
treated him in his own home.

That's, uh-- pretty dicey.

It could be her, Rita.

We found her yesterday
at the mansion

going through Jackman's office.

And she lied to me
about being there,

but we know she was,
because of this picture.

CHRIS: So she's got away
in and out of the estate.

That gives her opportunity.

What about motive?

Yeah, and what about means?

I mean, you think she's
capable of doing it

the way you think she did it?

Well, Chris is going
to find that out for us.

I want you to feel her out,
as a patient, undercover.

Not a joke, not an option.

No, can you give
me a break, Cap?

I did.

I made you an
appointment with her.

Yeah.

Not going to happen.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, Lipschitz.

OK, I'll tell her.

They want you back
at the courthouse.

Oh, OK.

Uh, not in this lifetime.

I'm shy.

Isn't that why you're here?

Why-- why are you
wearing a t-shirt?

You said on the phone that
was part of your fantasy.

That, and making
love in the water.

You look different
than I expected.

Uh, what did you expect?

Dyspeptic, older, bad
vision, thinning hair.

A man losing his confidence.

Real name's probably Charlie.

[laughs] Charlie?

I think that-- look, I'm just
a little bit nervous, here.

It's OK to be nervous.

It's OK to be anything
you want to be.

I'm here to be anything
you want me to be.

That's why I call
myself Galatea.

You can make me
any way you wish.

I'm your possession,
your creation.

The perfect love partner
you've always wanted.

Uh, OK.

I get it.

I like that.

[laughs] Good.

Are you coming in?

I guess I have to.

Yes, I'm coming.

You don't have to
if you don't want to.

Remember, I am your creation.

Yeah, I guess a guy
could get pretty hung up

on his own personal
customized love partner.

Isn't that how Pygmalion
impaled himself on his own tool?

I feel your resistance, Chris.

You have a problem.

You do have a
problem, don't you?

Yes.

I think you would like your
perfect woman to be aggressive.

Yes, that's right.

Take off your robe.

GALATEA: [scoffs] Are you
going to wear all that?

Hey, now, I told
you that I was shy.

Get into the pool.

That's an order.

Hmm.

I like that

Come close to me Chris.

Your chest to my breast.

Do it.

What do you want, Chris?

More orders?

I'd like to make
love in the pool.

In the deep end.

And I don't know how
to swim very well.

Turn around.

You're a cop.

That's what Jackman
liked, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

In the pool, yes.

But not in the deep end.

And only in this pool secretly.

Would have died
before letting anyone

know he's getting sex therapy.

And he did, didn't he?

If that information
would have gotten out,

his magazine, his
whole sex kingdom

would have been a limp joke.

But now you, on
the other hand, you

could've made a
lot of money just

by keeping your mouth shut.

[scoffs] Are you
accusing me of blackmail?

What'd he do?

Huh?

He refuse?

He threatened to have
your license taken away?

You were at the
mansion yesterday

morning going through all
of his stuff trying to erase

that paper trail linked
him to you, because he was

your patient and
you were with him

the night that he was killed.

If you don't leave
right this minute,

I'm going to file
charges of harassment

and illegally attempting to
obtain privileged information.

Now, come on, is
that any way to talk

to the lover who created you?

You probably do need
a surrogate, you wimp.

Not the cl--

An affair?

No.

[sighs] All right, all right.

So maybe not an affair.

Maybe-- maybe a one time thing.

It's possible.

Is it?

Was he capable?

You don't have to protect his
image anymore, Mrs. Jackman.

The magazine is all yours, now.

But your husband was
seeing a sex surrogate.

Did you know that?

Oh, what's the difference?

A sex surrogate, a hooker.

You pay them both for
the jollies, right?

Well , I think
it's just a question

of training and technique.

One is treatment, and the
other is not treatment.

That's what I thought.

Yeah, well, I figured he
was hooked up with somebody

trying to get straight.

So to speak.

What made you suspect?

He was my husband, Captain.

I knew him like a one page book.

We hadn't had sex for years.

But I knew that for
the last six months,

he hadn't been playing around
with any of the Rush girls,

either.

And the downtime was just
killing him, especially

after Candy showed up.

Well, when was that?

Mm, about three months
ago, around the time

these pictures were taken.

Oh, so that was right before
he started with the Galatea.

Galatea?

Listen, as a wife,
when would you guess

he graduated with his therapy?

Maybe the night he drowned.

He was as nervous as a
virgin in a cat-house.

Too bad he didn't
survive the ceremony.

What were you
doing that night?

Sleeping alone.

Were you ever a
lifeguard, Mrs. Jackman?

Are you kidding?

I was a model, like Candy.

Only prettier.

You know you had
the most to benefit

from your husband's death?

You know that, don't you?

Neil was burning
his wick at both ends.

It's just a matter of time,
and I was willing to wait.

- Service!
- All right.

Come on!

Good job.

Lorenzo, you looking
for suspects or prospects?

Oh, whatever works.

Whatever works.

Any holes in the
widow Jackman's story?

Ah, lady's as tough
and hard as an old knot.

Yeah.

She's convinced
that Jackman had

his ultimate climax for Candy.

Wait, Candy?
I don't think so.

Candy doesn't come
across that way to me.

How does she come across?

Come on, stop already with his
boyish attitude about Candy.

She's the Rush Magazine
Centerfold of the Year, not

the Immaculate Lady.

I'm telling you, Cap, she's
not like the rest of them.

She doesn't come
across materialistic,

and she's a quiet girl.

Yes, so is Lizzie Borden.

All right, so she's
a little different.

Maybe I could be wrong.

But then again, so could you.

Now, what did you get
on Marilyn Peters?

Well, not much.

Not much.

She's young, man.

18 years old and she's
doing this stuff.

Came to Palm Beach
about a year ago,

applied for driver's license.

- Was she ever a lifeguard?
- No, not on record.

And neither was the widow.

Nor Laura Gallo, a.k.a.

Galatea.
- What about Candy?

She have a lifeguard
certificate?

Candy, Candy.

Come on, Cap, you
like a pit bull, here.

I got inquiries out
to Cleveland, Ohio.

That's where the rush
bio says he's from,

but nothing back so far.

OK.

Stay on it.

[camera shutter clicking]

More mammaries
for the memories?

[camera whirring]

When are you
going to get around

to cleaning the pool, Atticus?

OK, so I was taking
a few pictures.

Unauthorized by Rush
magazine, no doubt.

What's the scam?

No scam.

I just like girls.

Uh-huh.

Especially nude, or
pretty close to it, huh?

The human body
does not offend me.

Ah, ah, ah.

What's going on here, Atticus?

Well, a friend of
mine has a contract.

Clean this pool, he wanted to go
fishing for a couple of weeks.

So I agreed to fill in.

That's all.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Atticus, hard work
is not something

you would do for anybody.

Not even a friend.

Oh, it's just a
couple of pictures.

It's like a kid
going to the zoo.

When am I going to
see sugar like this?

But then Jackman goes
and gets himself killed,

and I start thinking,
photo essay.

Tabloids pay big money
for stuff like this.

Whoa, wait a second.

Why would anybody pay big money
for your bad, out-of-focus

photographs with no color
when they could open up

Rush magazine and see these
beautiful women looking better

than they do in real life?

But Rush magazine doesn't have
pictures of Jackman in his pool

the night he died.

Neither do you.

You can't see anything
in those pictures.

You ever hear of
computer enhancement?

Tried it, didn't work.

You ever hear of creativity?

I think we should tell
Mrs. Jackman about this.

What do you think?

Oh, that one.

I just hear the name and I
start thinking brass monkeys.

Well, maybe we can get
Atticus to keep his eyes

and his ears open for us.

I'm your snitch
or you're going

to rat on me to dragon lady?

Excuse me, but isn't
that extortion?

Yeah, that's pretty
much what it is.

Oh.

Well, as long as you allow
me to maintain my dignity,

what choice do I have?

CHRIS: None.

And what about Jackman?

You hear anything about him?

Any problems, bad blood,
or anything like that?

Y'all met Marilyn Peters.

Well, before Jackman
discovered her,

she was an underage stripper,
and the guy she worked for

wasn't too happy when she left.

Who might this guy be?

Don't know.

But the club's a
little burleycue

joint out near the college
campus called The Student Body.

Marilyn Peters
had star written all

over her pretty little face.

Seen that the minute
she walked in here.

She'd come right off the farm.

Some jerk water town
in Iowa, or something.

Thank you, ladies.

How'd she end up
with the Rush mag?

Jackman, that creep.

He stole her away.

Heard about her, he come in one
night, signed her on the spot.

Told he was going
to make her a star.

He made, her all right.

You know that for a fact?

No.

But a guy like that?

Of course.

Marilyn wasn't no goody-goody
neither when it came to sex.

You know that for a fact?

Yeah.

I know that for a fact.

Don't get me wrong.

I mean, she ain't no
pushover like I hear

some of the Rush girls are.

She's just, uh-- generous.

Was Marilyn into any
kind of underwater routines

that you know about?

No, but she was the best I
ever seen at mud wrestling.

Forget about it.

Marilyn, strong as an ox.

Capisce?

Hello, Miss Peters.

Hello!

How are you feeling today?

Better?
- A little.

Not so depressed, anyway.

Yeah.

We heard you missed out on
being selected Rush of the Year.

Yeah, I was hoping for it,
but I've never been very lucky.

Wait a minute, I think
that you've been very lucky.

I'm sure that Neil
Jackman was also

aware of your many attributes.

Attributes?

Good features.

Well, thank you, Captain.

You're welcome.

Did you have an
affair with Jackman?

Well, you just get
right to it, don't you?

We tried, but Mr.
Jackman had this problem.

He wouldn't admit
it, but he did.

And he couldn't, so we didn't.

But I would've, if he could've.

I got a headache.

Me too.

Mm.

Good kick.

Got a powerful stroke.

It's a little awkward, though.

I bet she's self-taught.
CAPT. LIPSCHITZ: No, no, no.

That's OK.

It's good enough
to be a lifeguard.

But there are no records.

How are we ever
going to find out?

I have a thought.

Huh?

Oh, God!

Marilyn!

Marilyn, come on, grab him!

Quick, he can't swim!

Oh--

CAPT. LIPSCHITZ: Marilyn,
hurry up, he's drowning!

[splashing]

[coughing]

Thank you.

Thank you.

Is he all right?

Well, uh-- he's
a little soggy,

but I think he'll be fine.

Are you sure?

Yeah, well, Marilyn you, uh--

you saved his life.

[laughs]

Yeah.

Who's gonna save your skin?

Well, I'll tell you this.

We better solve this case soon.

I'm running out of dry clothes.

Mm-mm.
It was worth it.

Trust me.

Easy for you to say, Cap.

Easy you to say.

Marilyn's heart
was in the rescue,

but her reflexes were all wrong.

Nuh-uh, she was
never a lifeguard.

She was a strong,
powerful swimmer.

Why is being a
lifeguard so important?

See, if the killer
wanted to drown Jackman

in the deep end
using a choke-hold,

she would never have tried it.

Unless she had
neutralized the guy

his size before in
a similar situation.

I feel like an
abused Guinea pig.

All in the line of duty.

All in the line of duty.
No, wait.

Wait for me, Cap.

No, no, no, no, no.

You go for a swim with Candy.

(MUTTERING) Go for
a swim with Candy.

Dry and tidy!

Are you all right, sweet-cakes?

Great.

Just-- just great.

Hey, I thought I saw
you headed out this--

way.

What's wrong?

We're shooting
the swimsuit layout

today for Rush of the Year.

Uh, that should be
good, shouldn't it?

You're the winner.

We're shooting in the
pool where Mr. Jackman died.

Gotcha.

Well, you know, it's--

it's really not that bad
once you get your feet wet.

You know, I should've never
gotten in this business.

You know, let me
ask you about that.

Why did you get
in this business?

You seem way above it.

I did it for the money.

My father was a sick
man, and when my sister

died in an accident,
things got so bad

that he had to quit work.

And I figured this
is all I can do.

Well, this could turn into
a well-paying career for you.

Modeling, some commercials.

Could act if you wanted to.

It was a mistake.

And now I just don't
know how to undo it.

CHRIS: Hey, you got to
ease up on yourself.

OK?

You got pictures to shoot
in a couple of minutes,

they're going to want
to see that smile.

[laughs]

Yes, I was at Neil's
house the night he drowned.

That doesn't mean I killed him.

Then tell me
what it does mean.

He sent me a note.

It said slip into the estate
and meet him at the pool.

So I did.

I was surprised and flattered.

Was he dressed, or?

He wore swimming trunks, but
he asked me to take them off.

He liked that.
We did that in his sessions.

Did you make love?

No.

I aroused him to a
point, and then he asked

me to leave, just like that.

The bastard had a
date, and he was

afraid he wouldn't be up to it.

He wanted me to prime him.

Kind of like a last-minute
refresher course.

He'd had me fired.

And now he was
using me again, just

like he did all of his women.

So what you do?

I lost it.

I told him he'd never
get it up again.

He was devastated.

He wilted, figuratively
and literally.

But he was alive.

I swear, I didn't kill him.

This investigation
hit a real snock.

Well, at least we can
eliminate Candy and Marilyn.

Uh-uh.

Not from my list you can't.

Hey, guys.

Here's the lab results on the
hair from the pool filter.

Not counting Jackman, there were
a dozen different hair types.

Well, we know at least
one of is going to be

Galatea from her own admission.

Any natural blondes in there?

Just one.

The rest are out of a box.

Well Candy, and Marilyn
are both natural blondes,

but they said they weren't
in the pool that night.

So, why you get hair
samples from both of them?

That won't give you a positive
ID, but it will get you closer.

And if they refuse?

They're not going to refuse.

Not unless they have
something to hide.

And in that case,
that would tell you

more than the samples would.

She's right.

Come on.

Strip the linen and burn it.

And if there is any sign that
Marilyn Peters ever slept here,

you're both fired.

Where is she?

Gone, the ungrateful slut.

She wasn't picked Rush
Centerfold of the Year,

so she packed up her
little things and left.

Any idea where she went?

Probably back to the
sewer Neil found her in.

Excuse me.

I'm going to need
this pillowcase.

[knocking]

Yeah.

What?

Oh, you guys again.

Hi!

Keeping your shirts dry, Chris?

You weren't very
hard to find, were you?

Why should she be?

Tony asked me to come
back a minute I called.

You like my costume?

We found a blonde
hair in the pool filter

that matches the one we
found on your pillow case

at the mansion.

You lied to us, Marilyn.

You said you weren't
in the pool that night.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry.

What happened?

Neil slipped a note
under my door saying,

meet him at the pool in an hour.

It was late already,
and when I got there,

he was floating, his
face in the water.

I was scared, so I
ran back to my room.

I mean, I didn't want anyone
thinking that I did it.

You got the note?

It said to burn
it, and so I did.

Is it Jackman's handwriting?

It was handwriting.

But I don't know if
it was Mr. Jackman's.

She could have
been set up, Cap.

That's your cue, baby.

You're on next.

Hey, forget about it, honey.

Come on, you guys.

Can't you see you're
ruining the girl's comeback?

That's my girl.
Let's go.

Give me that smile, now.

Oh, uh-- unless you guys got
a warrant, don't come back.

I got a lawyer, I
got connections,

I'm not afraid to use him.

Come on sweetheart,
you look fantastic.

Punk.

You think she did it?

She lied.

Her hair matched.

But when she tried to save you,
she didn't use the choke-hold.

Maybe she held back?

Marilyn?

I don't think holding back
is something she does.

[laughs] You have a point.

Here you go.

All right, everybody.

Now I want a 10, no screw ups.

This is our money shot.

Skinny dipping with Candy.

Yeah, that'll work.

You think we'll get a
chance to watch her swim?

If she doesn't, watch
them come back here.

Where is she?

I need her here now.

Hey, she's crying.

What is it this time, Candy?

I don't--

I can't.

Candy, lose the robe
and get in the pool.

Now.

No.

No, I'm not going to do it.

What?

I said no.

Oh, for God's sake.

What is this crap?

Are we playing the
temperamental little star?

I won't let you
exploit me anymore.

If Rush magazine wants to make
money off of women's bodies,

it's not going to be mine.

Are you kidding me?

Honey, there are
thousands of girls

who would kill for this chance.

Then use one of them.

You are not ruining my life.

Wait a minute.

What about the pictures
we already took?

That's time, that's money.

I let you take them.

Use them.

But you won't take anymore.

They are no good to
me without this setup.

Sorry.

You have a contract.

You'll hear from my lawyers.

You'll never work again.

You know, you might
have been right about her.

That took a lot of character.

I'm telling you, Cap.

For a local girl,
she got a lot of class.

Local girl?

No.

I thought she was
from Cleveland.

Cleveland Wells?

There's a swamp town
just west of here.

Wait a minute, wait.

So Cleveland Wells, Florida,
not Cleveland, Ohio?

No wonder we couldn't get
any info from Cleveland.

But somebody at Cleveland Wells
can tell us whether or not

she was a swimmer.

I'm going to go check it out.
You keep an eye on her.

OK.

OK.

How could I
forget Candy Heart?

She was a beautiful girl
and a hell of a swimmer.

She is my team
captain for two years.

Well, she's famous now.

You know that, right?

Rush magazine, July issue.

Oh, yeah.

I hated hearing about that.

You know, she was a nice girl.

Religious, respectful, modest.

Modest to the
point of being shy.

Was she ever a
lifeguard coach?

I gave her the test right
here in the high school pool.

This is where she
worked three summers.

That's her.

She's wearing a bathing cap.

Yeah, she always wore one.

She was afraid the
chlorine in the pool

would ruin her
pretty blonde hair.

Now that sister of her's,
that's another story.

She wasn't afraid anything.

The sister who died?

Yeah, her name was, uh--

Lori.

She killed herself.

She'd been in that
filthy magazine too,

but that didn't surprise anyone.

That girl was as
wild as they come.

You just knew something bad
was going to happen to her.

Thanks, Coach.

You've been a very,
very big help.

My pleasure.

All right, give me
three potted palms

back there by the fountain.

The places looks totally--

Here it is, Karen.

Your new Rush
Centerfold of the Year.

You're a lifesaver.

You're going to be a star.

Are you still mad at me?

We were all so
sad when you left.

We're just glad
you reconsidered.

Our little family wasn't
the same without you.

Well, it didn't take
long to replace me, did it?

Rush magazine just
devours young women.

Even with Mr. Jackman
dead, Marilyn's a fool.

She reminds me of my sister.

[phone ringing]

You mind if I get?

That might be for me.

No, go right ahead.

I'm no longer a resident here.
- Yeah, Lorenzo.

Yeah, Lorenzo.

Uh-huh.

Listen.

Candy's the one.

It was revenge for
her sister's suicide.

The sister was a
Rush centerfold,

and Candy blamed
Jackman and the magazine

for her sister's death.

(QUIETLY) Well, what
about the hair in the pool?

CAPT. LIPSCHITZ:
She didn't lose any.

She was wearing a bathing cap.

Yeah, listen, Lorenzo, I'm going
to get some backup for you.

Uh, we can arrest
her for suspicion,

and my guess is we
get a confession.

All right?

Yes, sir.

I agree.

CAPT. LIPSCHITZ: Yeah,
listen, I'm sorry, Lorenzo.

But you were right about it.

She did the wrong
thing big time,

but she has the
heart of a good kid.

Yes sir.

I'll see you later.

[glass breaking]

[camera shutter clicking]

You look gorgeous.

That's good.

Great.

(YELLING) This stops now.

You're not ruining
anymore lives.

You-- you're no different
than your husband.

Don't you have a conscience?

Don't you even know
what you've done?

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[grunting]

No!

[shrieking]

Shh.

Shh.

It's OK.

[crying]

Oh, that spaghetti
was great, Rita.

I owe you one.
- No.

We're even.

You deserve it, you know.

OK.

So how about some coffee?

Uh, not yet.

Wanna go take a swim?

[whistle] I would
sink like a stone.

Well--

[groans]

Uh-- is this for me?

[laughs] Yeah.

Open it.

All right.

What do we got, what do
we got, what do we got?

[laughs] Uh, for swimming?

Mm-hmm.

I thought you should
break the habit

of swimming in your clothes.

[laughing]

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