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[music playing]

I feel the same way, Phil.

I just met you, but
it's like I can't

wait to get it on with you.

I'm not usually like this.

We could leave right now.

No, let's finish our drinks.

I want you to get me hot.

Tell me everything
you're going to do to me.

Don't hold anything back.

Oh, uh, it's not what
I'm going to do to you.

It's what I'm going
to do for you.

Yeah.

First, I'm going to
slowly take off your dress,

then your bra,
then your panties.

Ow.

What?

Your wedding ring got caught
in my garter belt. [sighs]

Sorry.

Maybe you should take it off.

Sure.

OK, OK, I was lying
naked on the bed,

and you were standing above me.

Go on.

I'd undress for you.

And you are going to
love what you see,

especially when I
slide out of my briefs.

Would you do something
for me, Mr. Phil Woodruff?

Anything, anything.

Would you take your
hand out of my pants

you slimy son of a bitch?

What?

What?

[ticking]

[theme music]

THEME SONG: (SINGING)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh, oh.

Whoa, oh, whoa, yeah.

Mm, ah.

NARRATOR: All kids like
amusement parks, the rides that

put your heart in your
throat or turn your last meal

upside down in your gut.

Some people never outgrow
that desire, you know?

That need to ride on
the edge, one last binge

before the diet, one real good
drunk before you ask for help,

and one last fling
before you tie the knot--

amusement parks you
can walk away from.

Too bad life isn't the same.

[music playing]

Hi.

I thought I heard you.

I was trying to be quiet.

I was kind of waiting up.

How'd it go tonight?

Oh, easy deal.

Phil Woodruff red flagged--

I caught his act on tape.

Don't you ever miss?

Why is it that most of your
cases turn out to be red flags?

Don't start on me, OK, Marcy?

I can't remember the last
time you caught a green flag.

Maybe I try
harder than you do.

Or maybe you just
don't turn them on.

I don't like men
any more than you do.

But I don't get off
on crucifying them.

Hey, they initiate contact.

I don't.

Whatever happens after that
is their own damn fault.

Come on.

You get off on teasing them.

And don't try and
tell me you don't.

You're sick, Heather, sick.

[music playing]

WOMAN (ON ANSWERING
MACHINE): Hi, you've reached

the offices of Red Flag, when
you need to know the truth.

Please leave a message.

[beep]

This is Heather.

I got Phil Woodruff
red flagged on tape.

I'll drop it by in your
mailbox tomorrow morning.

Hey, you got the butler's
statement over there?

Yes.

Uh, he said that he was
in the bedroom all night,

and he heard screaming.

But he assumed it was Mr.
Asheroff putting the wood

to Mrs. Asheroff again.

Why is it when a
man hears a woman

screaming he
automatically thinks

she's having a good time?

Well, because 9
times out of 10,

when a man hears
a woman screaming,

that is exactly
what's happening.

Please.

Come on, Sam, it's
true-- agony and ecstasy,

it all sounds alike.

Whoa, don't tell me that you've
never been with a man who

sounded like he was
dying when he was having

the best time of his life.

Could you please
just hand me the file?

Yeah.

There you go.

Thank you.

So speaking of
good times, how's--

how's Eric?

Good.

Yeah, good, just good, huh?

Well, that's a
little disappointing.

Why would that be
disappointing to you?

Because usually when you avoid
eye contact, things are great.

Will you stop?

Come on, Sam.

I tell you everything
about my love life.

You share too much of
your love life with me.

Yeah, but that's the point.

See, I-- I spread the wealth.

Huh.

Yeah.

So?
- What?

Come on.

I want to know.

No I'm not going
to tell you anything.

It's personal.

You're not going to tell me.
OK.

[sighs]

All right, that good, huh?

He must have been packing
some serious heat.

Would you please just
keep it down, all right?

(WHISPERING) I
suggest you tell me.

Yeah, he's great.

[music playing]

Oh, did you see that?

You never learn Bob.

That's another foul.

Mail it to my
business manager.

[music playing]

Oh, hi, I didn't see you.

But I saw you.

Here, you dropped something.

Thank you.

I haven't seen you
around here before.

Well, I'm--

I'm a new member.

I don't know anyone here yet.

Can I buy you a drink?

Um, that'd be nice.

But, um--

What?

Well, I'm engaged
to be married.

Then we have
something in common.

So am I. So what?

We're just talking
about a drink.

Well, I guess one
drink wouldn't hurt.

It's really a shame
we didn't meet before.

It doesn't have to be.

We could still have
something really special.

And then when it's over,
kiss tenderly and walk away.

This is so naughty.

I want you so bad.

I want to wrap
myself around you.

There's a beautiful
hotel right up the road.

Let's go up there now, baby.

Sure.

Why don't you go on ahead?

And if I'm not there
in a couple of days,

start without me, baby.

Men are pigs.

Marcy, I hope you're
not still mad at me

because I could
really use a hug.

The ME put the time
of death about midnight.

Cause of death, massive
trauma to the head

from a blunt object.

Baseball bat maybe.

Yeah, maybe.

I'd say from these
wounds whoever did this

was going for the bleachers.

Thanks, guys.

Well, speaking
of home runs, you,

uh, seeing Eric again tonight?

I don't know.

Why?

Well, I just figured
since you opened up

that part of your life again--

And what part would that be?

Oh, the physical part.

I think we're getting
a little off track.

You're at a crime scene.

Well, I just want to make sure
that you kids are, you know--

Yes, we're always safe.

Thank you.

Very good, I
was just checking.

Thank you very much, Dad.

CHRIS LORENZO: Well,
you're welcome.

Since you brought
it up actually,

there is something
you could do for me.

Aha, name it.

Um, I want to
borrow your kitchen.

I want to cook Eric
dinner, and the painters

are still working on mine.

So let me get this straight.

You-- you're going
to cook for Eric.

I thought you liked the guy.

Shut up.

So you found Heather
about 1 o'clock.

The killer really
trashed the place.

Have you, uh, noticed
anything missing?

Some cash, a few
pieces of my jewelry.

Look, I found
this in her purse.

It's a key to a locker.

Know what it's for?

No, I-- I've never
seen it before.

Heather have a boyfriend
that you know of?

No, she hated men.

We were lovers.

Had the two of you
been getting along?

I loved her.

We had our bad moments
just like any other couple.

But I didn't kill her,
if that's what you mean.

Rita, I don't think this
was a regular burglary.

Whoever did this was
looking for something.

After they killed her,
they kept looking.

Blood on the dresser
drawers, no usable prints,

but take a look at this.

So the lady wore a wire.

Heather and I,
sometimes we'd earn

extra money working part time
for a company called Red Flag.

Red Flag, what the
hell is Red Flag?

Looks like we've found a serious
path of destruction here, Sam.

Looks like whoever
got to Heather

did not stop
searching there, huh?

Yeah.

[music playing]

Oh, dear lordy, no, how
could they do this to me?

Atticus.

What do you have
to do with Red Flag?

My dear, I am the
founder, proprietor,

and operator of Red Flag, and
I have been severely violated.

RITA LEE LANCE: Come on.
Come on, Atticus.

Let a man embark on an honest,
politically correct venture.

Look what it gets him.

Atticus, you've never been
involved in an honest venture

in your life.

But Red Flag, that, uh, that
sounds like an insecticide.

Well, in a way, it is.

What's going on, Atticus?

Simply put, I am saving lives.

Ahem, if you could give us
the longer version, please.

The divorce rate is
climbing above 50%.

Families are being destroyed.

Sexually transmitted
diseases are running

rampant through the country.

The fabric of society is
coming apart at the seams,

and something has to be done.

I'm doing it.

Yeah, Atticus, the uh,
shorter version, if you would.

Well, say that you
are about to be married,

and you want to be sure
that your spouse to be

doesn't have a roving eye.

Oh, no.

Or maybe you're
married already,

and a certain distance has come
between you and your spouse

that you can't explain.

Who do you call if you
want to know for sure?

Red Flag, that's
who, for a small fee.

How small?

Oh, um, $2,000 and up.

Well, you're a real
philanthropist, Atticus.

I know.

You see, you simply fill out
this detailed questionnaire

listing your spouse's or
affianced favorite haunts.

I then discharge one of my
highly experienced operatives

into the field.

RITA LEE LANCE: Highly
experienced in what way?

Well, most of
them are ex-hookers.

Anyway, the girl makes herself
available to the man, subtly,

of course.

I met one of your
girls, Atticus.

She was as subtle
as a heart attack.

Precisely.

Yeah.

Well, anyway, uh, if the
gentleman takes the bait,

she gets it all on tape.

And I pass it on to the client.

This is the most
evil thing that you

have ever done, Atticus.

Well, actually,
I think there's

a little poetic justice here.

So if the guy doesn't
take the bait,

then there's no
harm, no foul, right?

Exactly.

No, no, no, wait a
minute, big time foul.

I mean, come on.

What poor guy is going
to be able to resist

some beautiful woman
who comes on to him?

Well, you would, I hope.

Mhm, now, those are
called green flags.

They number about
1 out of every 10.

You ever think something could
go terribly wrong, Atticus?

One of your operatives is dead.

Heather St. Clair was
murdered last night.

Oh, my god, no.

Well, that's-- this is horrible.

So maybe whoever trashed your
place might have had something

to do with Heather's death.

We'll need a list
of all the cases she

worked on in the last month.

Such a beauty too--

she was very efficient.

Matter of fact, she caught
a red flag just last night.

Dropped this off in my
mailbox on her way home.

Let me see that.

Larry Holger?
[music playing]

Hey, mister, want to
buy a box of candies?

We're raising money
for our baseball team.

How much?

- Hey--
- $3.

3 bucks, huh?
You got it.

Hey, how many
times have I told you

to stop bothering my customers?

Now go on and get out of here.

Thanks, mister.

See you later, haircut.

Go.

Hi, folks, Larry Holger
of Larry Holger Motors.

Sorry about that.

It's all right, Mr. Holger.

We need to ask you
a few questions.

Sure.

Uh, let's step over here.

All right.

You ever seen this woman before?

No.

You sure, Mr. Holger?

She's a beautiful woman.

I'm sure I would remember.

Why?

You met her yesterday at
the Shore Ridge Tennis Club.

Your fiancee hired her
agency to test your fidelity.

What-- what, Ellen?

That's ridiculous.

You guys must have me
confused with someone else.

Why don't you listen to this?

HEATHER ST. CLAIR (ON
TAPE): It's really a shame

that we didn't meet before.

LARRY HOLGER (ON TAPE):
It doesn't have to be.

We could still have
something really special,

one last hot fling before
we lose our freedom forever.

When it's over, we'll kiss
tenderly and walk away.

That ring any bells for you?

OK, we had a couple of drinks.

I mean, you should've seen the
way she was coming on to me.

Who could resist?

Apparently not you.

Please, Ellen can not
find out about this.

The tape was running
when you caught

up to her in the parking lot.

Want to hear it?

No.

Look, one minute she's
practically raping me,

then she turns around out of the
blue and treats me like dirt.

I got mad.

So you felt the need
to belt her around.

CHRIS LORENZO: You
followed her home.

You killed her.

No way.

Mr. Holger,
you're under arrest

for suspicion in the murder
of Heather St. Clair.

Put your hands on
top of your head.

Put your hands on
top of your head.

Chris, hey, I just saw
Holger walking out of here.

His alibi check out?

Yeah, all the way.

He was having dinner
with his fiancee.

She just came to pick him up.

Yeah, well, they were
having quite an animated chat

as they left the building.

Yeah, I'd say their nuptials
are headed for the rocks.

Oh, well, I guess
it's for the best.

If he hits one, he's going
to hit them, all right?

So did you get anything
on Heather's key?

Uh, no.

I contacted the
manufacturer to get a trace.

But it's a common locker type.

But they use them in the
train stations, bus stations,

airports, gyms, everywhere.

So it's going to take a while.

Anything on Heather herself?

Oh, yeah, she has a sheet.

She was arrested
for extortion, tried

to convince some
drunk stockbroker he'd

run over a non-existent child.

She wanted 20 grand to
keep her mouth shut--

walked on a technicality.

Sick, imaginative, but sick.

So maybe this isn't about
some guy trying to get even.

I mean, maybe Heather
was working another angle

that backfired on her.

It is some guy Heather
tried to red flag

that's getting even with her.
Trust me.

When we get these
files from Atticus,

we'll have more suspects
than we can handle.

Great, huh?

CHRIS LORENZO: Yeah.

[music playing]

Aren't you done
yet, you stupid bird?

OK, Mr. Chicken, I'm just going
to give you a little goose.

[knocking]

Hi.

Hi.

Doctor, please come in.

Mhm.

Come on.

It's nice of Chris
to loan us his kitchen.

Yeah, well, he's, uh, spending
the night at Gillian's tonight.

Besides, I don't think he, uh,
he uses his kitchen very much.

Ah, what a waste.

Why?

Do you like to cook?

Absolutely.

No man should ever leave his
mother's home without learning.

Not only is it a
vital survival tool,

but it also guarantees
you'll impress the ladies.

I see.

Only you aren't doing the
cooking tonight, are you?

Oh, well, then there
goes my guarantee.

We'll just have
to see about that.

Is something burning?

Oh, no, the chicken.

Oh, geez.

How could you do this to me?

I don't think it was personal.

Ow, ow, ow.

Ah.

I was a little nervous.

I mean, I haven't cooked
for anybody in a long time.

- Nah, it's all right.
- No, it's not.

I wanted dinner to be perfect.

And now it's ruined.

Well, not necessarily.

You got all the fixings here
for a great pasta Russell.

If I can find a--

aha.

You think Chris would mind if
we borrow some of us spaghetti?

No, probably not.

Then don't worry about it.

Problem solved.

Open the wine.

Sure, fine.

We already know what
your motives are.

Why don't we eat first?

[music playing]

Boy, if that tastes
as good as it smells--

What?

Nothing.

Presentation is everything.

It certainly is.

Looks like you're getting
a little ahead of me.

Well, you just
haven't been keeping up.

Well, I was cooking.

You know, you look
really cute in an apron.

It's just getting
a little hot in here.

Let's put that down.

I'm starving.

Aren't you hungry?

Uh-huh.

Well, maybe we
ought to sit down.

We could-- get a--

[music playing]

Oh, sweet mercy, not again.

Hey!

I got the front.

Go.

[music playing]

Yeah, [inaudible].

So that gives you the
right to come in here

and bash a man's brains out?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
you're damn right it does.

Sit down.

Because that bastard
ruined my life.

My wife kicked me
out of the house.

And now I'm living in
a hotel with everything

I own in a cardboard box.

What were you looking for?

His files on me
and the damn tape.

Because I got my wife's
copy of the tapes,

so I figured if I get his
copy, then she'll have

nothing back her up in court.

She's threatening
to take everything

I've worked for-- everything.

Look, Mr. Woodruff, I'm
not entirely unsympathetic.

But this isn't the
way to handle it.

What kind of fascist society
is this anyway, huh, huh?

I mean, first they try
to outlaw smoking, right?

Now they can send gorgeous
Amazons after you, huh?

Oh, you are total slime,
buddy, total slime.

It's an important job.

Somebody had to do it.

Mr. Woodruff, your
alibi checked out.

Yeah, I told you it would be.

Listen, he was having a knock
down, drag out with his wife

the night Heather was killed.

It lasted till about 3:00 AM,
and he checked into a hotel

about 4:00.

Back to square one, huh?

Yeah.

Well, now you're
going to be living

in a small room with everything
you own in a manila envelope.

Rusty, I want you to take him
in, breaking and entering,

paperwork to follow.

Nobody could have resisted
that woman-- nobody, nobody.

OK, all right.

Atticus, what
have you unleashed?

My girls never make their play
till the man makes first move.

Those are the rules.

So what if she wasn't
playing by your rules?

I mean, maybe Heather
was playing her own game.

Like what?

Like, I don't know, blackmail.

That sweet child?

I don't think so.

Sweet?

You kidding me, Atticus?

Heather's red flags probably
accounted for half the murder

rate in Palm Beach County.

Hey, Atticus,
were you able to put

together a list of her
cases before this happened?

Yeah, they're all here.

She got 22 red flags,
three green flags,

and four open cases.

I had to reassign those
open cases to Marcy Fort.

Like the beat, the
business does go on.

So anyway, um, I'm sorry
about the mess in your place.

Yeah, don't worry about it.
I just got one question for you.

How'd you get the pasta
sauce on my ceiling?

[honking]

ERIC RUSSELL: Hey, guys.

Hey.

Hi, nice set of wheels.

These, uh, these yours?

Yeah, I just picked it up.

Well, you certainly know how
to make an entrance, don't you?

I wanted one of these since
I was about 14 years old.

So I figured, what the hell?

Chris?
- Yeah.

Thanks for the use of your
kitchen the other night.

We had a really great meal.

Oh, no problem, I didn't know
Rita was going to cook for you.

She never cooked for
anybody else before.

Oh, well, she made a
wonderful meal for me.

Look, I'll see you
tomorrow, Chris, all right?

Yep.

So what would you
like for dinner tonight?

Same thing.

Good night.

Ah.

Well, this is the last
of Heather's open files.

We strike out here, back
to the drawing board.

Don't you give
me that Dad crap.

The day you marry into my
family's the day I die.

I know how you feel,
sir, and I understand.

I-- I told Shannon we
should wait until you

get to know me better.

But I don't know what else
I can do to prove I'm--

You can bloody well
disappear is what you can do.

[intercom buzz]

What?

Police?

Yeah, OK, send them in.

I offered you $50,000
to leave Shannon alone.

Shannon loves
me, and I love her.

I'll make it $100,000.

It's not about money.

Shannon and I have
something special,

like your late wife and you.

Don't you ever
mention Cecilia's name

in the same breath as yours.

Don't you ever.

We'll talk about this later.

Mr. Reeves, sorry
for the interruption.

I'm Sergeant Lorenzo.

This is my partner,
Sergeant Lance.

MR. REEVES: How are you?

We'd like to ask you
a couple questions, sir.

About the robbery last week?

Uh, robbery, no, no, it's
about a different matter.

That's too bad.

I was hoping you'd
caught the louse.

Cecilia's opal collection
had great meaning to me--

Australia 1982, best
year of our life.

She died six months ago.

I miss her very much.

We're sorry to hear that, sir.

Thank you.

Uh, well, what can I do for you?

Oh, that's Jonathan Sharp.

He was just leaving.

Jonathan Sharp, we need to
ask you a few questions as well.

Me?

Yes.

Um, why don't we take a walk
outside and talk while Sergeant

Lorenzo talks with Mr. Reeves?

Sure.

Mr. Reeves, two weeks
ago, you contacted

a Mr. Dunn at Red Flag.

Yes.
Why?

Has he found something?

Not that I know of.

Why did you contact his agency?

I love my daughter,
Sergeant Lorenzo.

She's all I got left.

I can't stand the bum
she's taken up with.

Jonathan Sharp?

Jonathan Sharp, a
low rent golf hustler.

She won't listen to me.

They're about to get
married in three days

with or without my blessing.

And I can't have it.

I can't.

So that's why
you hired Red Flag.

Yeah.

I know he plays around.

Just want to get some proof,
show Shannon what kind of a guy

he really is.

Anybody else from
Red Flag contact you?

No, we just talked
exclusively to Atticus Dunn.

You recognize this woman?

No, who is she?

She's the woman that Atticus
Dunn hired to test Jonathan.

She was found murdered
four nights ago.

According to Mr. Dunn, she never
made contact with Jonathan.

We're wondering if
she tried to reach

you, deal directly, and
sell the information to you?

If she had, I would have
paid her anything for it.

In three days, I lose my girl.

Could you be wrong
about Jonathan, just

being an overprotective father?

Overprotective?

That bum is a
womanizing hairball.

I won't have him in my family.

I'll kill him first.

That's a bad idea, sir.

Trust me.

No, never.

Yeah, lovely lady though.

She was supposed to
contact you at Splash.

You, um.

You do go there, right?

Yeah, sure, sometimes.

It's a nice crowd.

You should try it sometime.

So why would she
want to contact me?

Uh, Mr. Reeves hired an
agency that specializes

in testing men's fidelity.

Heather was supposed
to try and test yours.

Really?

Lousy business.

No, I'm not surprised.

He would do anything to try
to keep me away from Shannon.

But that's pretty low, using
a beautiful woman like that.

You have a weakness for
beautiful women, Mr. Sharp?

Oh, only extremely beautiful
women, Sergeant Lance.

Jonathan, there you are.

Hey.

This is Sergeant Lance.

She's with the police.

And this is my fiancee, Shannon.

Didn't I tell you
she was beautiful?

You're here
about the burglary?

Uh, I just had
those few questions.

Thank you, Mr. Sharp.

JONATHAN SHARP: Any time.

How'd it go with Jonathan?

Well, he seemed
harmless for an NVM.

NVM?

Yeah, No Visible Means.

Something about him though--

I think I'm going to run
him through the computer

when we get back.
- So what do you think?

You think he's
marrying from money?

It kind of seemed that way.

You, uh, you get anything?

No, but I'll tell you.

If Jonathan Sharp shows up
dead in the next three days,

I will know exactly
where to look.

Hm.

[music playing]

[sighs] Hey, did you
get the NCIC report?

Yeah, uh, no hits on
Jonathan Sharp, no record.

He's squeaky clean.

Ah, so I was wrong.

It wouldn't be a first time.

Uh, maybe not.

You know, I stopped by the
Splash bar on my way home

last night to talk
to the bartender.

He made Heather's photographs.

Said she was in there
a couple of weeks ago.

See, I knew it.

So could he put
her with Jonathan?

No, or at least, he wouldn't.

Turns out that Jonathan
is a very good customer.

Hey, what about you?

Did you find anything out
about Heather's locker key?

No, he said it's
going to be a while.

AUDIO TECH: Sound
check, check, one, two.

In a little over 24 hours,
she's going to be married.

And I need results tonight,
and I don't give a damn if you

hire the entire Rockettes.

I'll do my best, Mr. Reeves.

No, your best may not
be good enough, Mr. Dunn.

I want you to get Jonathan Sharp
putting the make on a woman,

and I want it on tape.

Well, now, my girls
are good, but it may be

that Jonathan is a green flag.

That's $10,000, Mr. Dunn, in
advance, another $10,000 upon

delivery.

Understood?

$20,000.

I trust that's satisfactory.

Mr. Reeves, for this kind
of money, I'd put a wig

and get the man to
put the make on me.

I don't care if
you use a chimpanzee.

Just get him by tonight.

[music playing]

All my other girls have quit.

You have to help me
out on this one, Marcy.

Who else can I turn to?

You-- you always
were my favorite.

Mr. Dunn, please.

I came to tell you that I don't
want to do this anymore either.

Ever since Heather died--

For $5,000?

$5,000?

In cash, $2,500 now, $2,500
when you deliver the tape.

Well, maybe just
one more time.

Oh, that's my girl.

What if he green flags on me?

Some men do, you know.

Pull out all the stops, Marcy.

You pull out all the stops.

Hey, looks like
we caught a break.

Heather's key is from a
locker in a bus station

up in Boca Raton.

Let's take a drive.

ATTENDANT (ON
LOUDSPEAKER): Attention,

this is the last
call for bus 502,

3:30 service to Miami,
now boarding at gate two.

Once again, this is
the final boarding

call for bus 502, 3:30 service
to Miami, now boarding--

146, 147.

That's interesting.

Got your recorder on you?

Yes, I sure do.

HEATHER ST. CLAIR
(ON TAPE): But I've

never played nude golf before.

It sounds fun, Jonathan.

JONATHAN SHARP (ON TAPE):
You're going to love it.

There's this old man
I teach who has a very

private nine hole course.

Sound like somebody we know?

The guy who never
met Heather St. Clair.

Yep.

HEATHER ST. CLAIR (ON
TAPE): But why nude?

JONATHAN SHARP (ON
TAPE): Because I

love to watch naked women putt.

But it does make it real hard
to keep my eye on the ball.

HEATHER ST. CLAIR (ON TAPE):
You're a slime bag, Mr. Sharp.

I wouldn't touch you if you
were the last man on the planet.

This is a red flag.

Yeah.

Why didn't she turn this in?

I don't know.

So she held this tape
back to blackmail.

But why would you
blackmail somebody

who doesn't have anything?

Good question.

What else we got in here?

Jewelry of the
late Mrs. Reeves.

I think something's starting
to come together, Sam.

It's starting to come together.

[music playing]

Hey, James, a beer.

Hi.

Hi.

[knocking]

Is your father home?

Yes.

What about Jonathan Sharp?

Is he here?

Of course not.

It's bad luck to see the bridge
the night before the wedding.

Can we come in?

It's not Sheffield's stance.

It's his grip.

If you don't have a firm
grip on your big bat,

what have you got?

A tiny bat.

Do you recognize any
of these, Mr. Reeves?

Those are Mother's opals.

We found these in a locker
that belonged to Heather St.

Clair, the girl from Red Flag.

How did she get hold of this?

Well, we think it all
revolves around Jonathan Sharp.

I know this may be
painful for you,

but I think you
should hear this.

HEATHER ST. CLAIR
(ON TAPE): But I've

never played nude golf before.

And today is my last
one as a free man.

That calls for a celebration.

Mm, what do you have in mind?

Anything at all, Jonathan.

Anything?

You may never get to do
it again, if your fiancee's

the prude you say she is.

Oh, well, she is beautiful.

Don't get me wrong.

But she's just a little
sexually inexperienced.

I'm sure you're
a great teacher.

I know a few things.

JONATHAN SHARP (ON TAPE):
But it does make it real hard

to keep my eye on the ball.

HEATHER ST. CLAIR
(ON TAPE): You're

a real slime bag, Mr. Sharp.

I wouldn't touch you if you
were the last man on the planet.

I'm sorry you had
to find out like this.

But there's only
one way those opals

could've gotten into
Heather St. Clair's locker.

It's if Jonathan
gave them to her.

He robbed us, baby.

The creep robbed us.

Heather must have
red flagged him.

When she found out what he had
at stake, she blackmailed him.

CHRIS LORENZO: Pay off or
she'd file a negative report,

and he could kiss
the wedding goodbye.

So she got greedy, pressed
him for more, he felt boxed in.

And he couldn't hit
this place again.

So he broke into her place.

He tried to find the tape.

She walked in on him.

He killed her.

I feel like such an idiot.

No, don't blame
yourself, Shannon.

This guy is a predator.

He makes his living
feeding off other people.

It's over, honey.

It's all over.

Oh, damn.

Wait, what's wrong?

I got so desperate, I
went back to Red Flag,

and I offered Dunn $20,000
to have one of his girls

nail Jonathan.
She's with him now.

I can't wait to know
what you taste like,

starting with your tongue.

Do I love a guy who
knows how to kiss.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

I know a perfect
little motel nearby.

RITA LEE LANCE: Splash, are
you absolutely sure, Atticus?

Yeah, yeah, I'm certain.

She checked in with
me when she got there.

Oh, good lordy, please hurry.

I couldn't bear it if
anything happened to her.

[sirens]

Well, it didn't stop you
from taking the $10,000

from Mr. Reeves now, did it?

My dear, I never thought--

RITA LEE LANCE (ON
PHONE): That's right.

Of course you didn't.

Sergeant Lance, it
wasn't the money with me.

I only want to help people.

[dial tone]

Hello?

Sergeant Lance, hello?

This is going to be fun.

I even know of a little
fruit stand along the way.

Great, I just need to get
something out of my car.

No, no, I've got everything
you need right here, honey.

Ow.

Johnathan, you're--
you're hurting me.

Let go.

How much did the old man pay
you, huh, you Red Flag whore?

Hey, lighten up.

We can deal here.

Yeah, that's what
the last one said.

Then she tried to
screw me anyway.

Heather?

You killed Heather?

You bastard.

I'll take this.

Thank you.

No.

[sirens]

Get in the car.

Give it up, Sharp.

Now you back
off, or she's meat.

Hands where I can see them.

[music playing]

You all right?

I'll let you know in
a couple of minutes.

It's too bad you couldn't
keep it zipped up

for one more day, Johnny boy.

You've been bagged.

You've been tagged.

You've been red flagged.

What he's really trying
to say is, wedding's off.

You've got the beach,
and you've got the ocean.

And it's gently rolling in.

It's just-- it's beautiful.

I don't know why I didn't
leave New York a lot sooner.

Oh, you mean you don't
miss it, all the excitement?

No.

- Hustle of the big city?
- No, no, I don't.

I like it right here.

I like Palm Beach.

I was thinking I
might settle here.

That-- that's-- that's
a pretty big decision.

I mean, relocating
your whole life,

maybe you should, uh,
you know, take some time

and think about it.

See how it works out.

I'm tired of jumping around.

I think I'm ready for
something permanent.

OK, come on.

Come on.

OK.

What?

Are you thinking of diving in?

Yeah, sort of.

What are you doing?

There are numbers
in this book that I'm

not going to need anymore.

I just thought
that you should be

the one to just set them free.

You're sure about this?

Absolutely.

You-- you-- you don't
have a copy of this?

No, no, I don't have a copy.
Just pitch it.

Pitch it.

Oh, my god.

Are you--

Sergeant Lance?

Yes?

I'm falling in love with you.

Is that all right?

It's scary.

But it's definitely all right.

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whoa, oh, oh, whoa, ooh, ah.

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whoa, oh, oh, whoa, ooh, ah.

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