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[music playing]

Mm.

This is so hot.

Oh, it's so tasty.

Come on.

Dance with me.

It's not really
how I wrote it.

Well, every time
we turn on the radio,

you're gonna hear it.

It's gonna be killer.

It's you, Shana.

It's not me.

You're gonna be rich.

And rich is good, Brian.

All that starving artist rap,
that's just a bunch of crap.

Bottom line, we're all in
it for the bread, honey.

My music means
more to me than that.

Yeah?

Well, it doesn't mean diddly.

The only people that see it are
a bunch of zit-faced rockers

in a coffee shop.

Malcolm and I shipped 12
albums double-platinum.

You know what we're about.

So you just shut up,
hold on, and it'll

be the ride of your life.

[moans]

Shana.

Shana, no.

Sha--

[door opening]

I've got your
drinks, Ms. Rose.

Learn to knock, Gilbert.

Top of the charts, Brian.

Believe me.

Where the hell is Brian?

Dammit, Brian.

[moans]

Shana.

Sha-- Shana.

No, it's too cold.

The water's warm, and so am I.

[screams]

[laughter]

No.
Come on.

Come on, Shana.
Lighten up.

I mean, your husband--

He is dead drunk by now.

Shana!

He's got a gun!

Oh, pfft.

Malcolm can't get
his gun off anymore.

He just waves it around.

Besides, look how little it is.

It's not nearly as big as yours.

Brian, it's me.

Open the gate, honey!

Better whip it out, kid!

Hate to shoot an unarmed man.

Open up the gate!

[gunshots]

[screams]

[theme music]

RITA (VOICEOVER): Sex,
drugs, and rock and roll.

That rush of adrenaline.

You know, they all get
you high, and nobody

likes to come down off that.

Nobody.

And don't we all live for it?

I mean, think about it.

The thrill of someone's touch,
the release from our pain,

and that soaring feeling in
our chest when a piece of music

really hits home.

Too bad in some cases all
three can get you killed.

[groans]

Oh, man.

Mm.

You know, I still dream about
spending the night with you,

but it never ends like this.

Ah.

You want some more coffee?

No!

I am pegging red line
on a caffeine meltdown.

[sigh]

You know, I think I would
sleep with my eyes open

if I could ever get to my bed.

You know, I bet paperwork has
killed more cops than bad guys.

No doubt.

What?

How hog-like of me.

I'm sorry.

Ladies first.
- No.

No, thank you.

I'm cutting back on my
congealed grease intake.

You know, that bed is
going to feel so good.

That's when you know
you're getting old--

when you look forward to
hitting the bed to sleep.

Well, you can speak
for yourself, all right?

Eric is making me breakfast.

I'll bet he is.

You get some rest, huh?

Somebody please help me!

I wanna know if
she's looking for us.

What can we do for you?

I-- I-- I think my
boyfriend's been shot.

I'm Sergeant Lorenzo.

This is my partner,
Sergeant Lance.

Why don't you have a seat?
- Come on.

Sit down and tell us
what happened, all right?

Um, my boyfriend--

I heard gunshots.

What's your boyfriend's name?

Um, Brian Fairchild.

I'm afraid that
bitch killed him.

He was working for Shana Rose,
and I went over there to get

him, and I couldn't get in.

Why are you sitting here?

Are you talking about
the rock star Shana Rose?

RITA: What's your name?

Kelly Anderson.

I went over there--

Look, she shot him.

Her or that freak
husband of hers.

And when was that?

I don't know, it was, um,
couple of hours, I guess.

I was just so afraid, I--

I went home.

I thought he'd come back there.

He didn't.

Please.

You've got to do something.

No, it's just that at first
you tried to pass her off

like some kind of loony
tune, and now you're

extending our workday
at least another hour.

Spill it.
Come on.

Well, she said her
boyfriend was shot.

We're detectives.

Yeah, we're
exhausted detectives.

Come on, tell me.

See, there's a little
history with me and Shana Rose.

Haven't seen her in
a couple of years,

and I would like
to see her again.

Really?

What kind of history was that?

Oh no.

You-- you don't expect
me to kiss and tell.

Fine, I don't want to know.
That's all right.

Well, I-- I was fresh
out of the Academy.

Moonlighting for
a security service

that handled her concert gigs.

Uh-huh.

Now, we weren't together long,
but, uh, well, it was magical.

How long?

Well, you know--

One night.

One very special,
unforgettable night.

It was a one-night stand.

Look, Chris.

Yeah.

Do you honestly
think she's going

to remember you among
the 364 other guys she

slept with that year?

[laughter]

It was more than that.

Trust me.

Hmm.

20 bucks says she won't
know you from Rush Limbaugh.

Done.

SHANA: A couple of cops
came by maybe an hour ago,

and I explained
everything to them.

So what do you two want?

Autographs?

No.

Ms. Rose, I'm Sergeant Lance,
this is Sergeant Lorenzo.

We had a young woman who thinks
her boyfriend, Brian Fairchild,

was murdered here last night.

Kelly.

[laughter]

You know, that little acid
head really ought to be

in a group home somewhere.

I'm surprised she didn't
report that he was

abducted by a flying saucer.

She sees those all
the time, you know.

- Was he here last night?
- Yes.

And there was a scene,
but nothing major.

Sometimes my husband
gets a little protective.

Protective or jealous?

Aren't they the same thing?

MALCOLM: Shana, what are these
people doing in my house?

SHANA: My husband, Malcolm.

Darling, this is
Cop 1 and Cop 2.

Lorenzo.

Sergeant Lorenzo.

Mr. Rose, we got complaints
that there were shots fired

in your estate last night.

The cops were already here.

Don't you city employees
ever talk to one another?

You have an altercation
with Bryan Fairchild?

I already told you there was.

I'll handle it, Shana.

Yeah, the little
no-talent was here.

He hated my remix of his
pathetic little song.

You do somebody a
favor, you know?

I threw him out.

Was that the last
time you saw him?

About what time was that?

It was late.

Shana, just shut up.

The last time I saw
him, he was scrambling

over the fence in my back yard.

This was 4, 5 o'clock
in the morning.

Everybody happy?

This sort of
thing is really very

common with creative people.

The whole process is
like giving birth.

It's horrible, and it's
wonderful at the same time.

Sweetheart, you
have to stop babbling.

You're making my headache worse.

What do you know
about giving birth?

Malcolm is the best
producer in the business.

Unfortunately, Brian isn't
prepared to do what's

necessary to be successful.

Did you have a
contract with Brian?

Absolutely not.

I just wanted to buy
one of his songs.

Mr. Rose, do you own a gun?

Several.

Locally registered and licensed
permits to carry in 28 states.

What about it?

You fire one of
them last night?

I'm a little, um, fuzzy on
the events of the evening.

Oh, you remember what you
told the other officers, honey.

You said you thought
you heard a prowler.

Um, yeah, that's right.

I, um-- I thought I saw the
punk coming back over the fence.

At least, I thought
that was him.

And, um, fired off a
couple of rounds just to,

uh-- just to warn him.

Where is he now?

How the hell do I know?

Look, it worked.

He ran like a scared jackrabbit.

You know, Mr. Rose,
even if nobody was harmed,

you could still be arrested
for brandishing a gun.

Yes, yes.

I understand the drill.

Sweetheart, why don't you give
them the name of our attorney?

And if you see that
punk again, tell him

I want him the hell
off of my property.

He's not usually like that.

Does he usually shoot
people in your backyard?

SHANA: I'm lucky
if he goes outside.

He's shot more
televisions than Elvis.

CHRIS: What about boyfriends?

Moving targets are more fun.

Malcolm and I have been
married for a long time.

We've changed a lot.

We, uh, have an arrangement.

RITA: I guess your husband just
forgets about your arrangement

sometimes.

SHANA: Only when
he's on a mean drunk.

Malcolm makes a lot of noise,
but he would never hurt anyone.

Is it all right
if we look around?

No, go ahead.
I'll be inside.

Thanks.

Talk about success
screwing people up.

Yeah.

Look, don't gloat, all right?

I'll give you $20 on payday.

Oh.

You thought she was going
to remember you, didn't you?

Well, I remembered her.

When I'm with somebody and
that somebody is special,

I never forget.
- Oh, right.

See, men are
professional amnesiacs.

Oh, please.

That's how they
live with themselves.

No, listen.

They just dance to the trail
of broken hearts and promises

they've left behind.

And you say that I
make sexist remarks.

I remember.
- You do?

Yeah.

All right.

Double or nothing
says you cannot name

every person you've been with.

And what-- what
do I have to do?

I gotta come up
with a list here?

Exactly.
But if you can't, whoever--

I can, and I will.

It's a bet.

All right.

All right.

[chuckle]

This is where
Brian climbed over.

I wonder if he cut
himself on those spikes.

Well, either that,
or Malcolm Rose

is a really good
aim for a drunk.

What do you got?

Blood.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, you missed breakfast.

Yeah.

Something came up.

You know, I tried to call
you, but, uh, your phone

must be off.

Mm.

I've been writing for hours.

Just knocked off.

I'll make you dinner instead.
- Dinner?

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

If you don't stop that,
you'll put me to sleep.

You look like you need some.

I can sleep later.

I've been thinking about
this moment all day.

So have I.

[moans]

Kelly.

Brian.

Damn you, I was so scared.

I thought you were dead.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Were-- Were you shot?

No, I--

I just scratched my shoulder.

What happened?

I messed up, Kelly.

You were right.

About everything.

Shana started coming
on to me, and--

I-- I don't want
to hear about it, OK?

Just promise me, promise me
that you will not go back there.

- I have to get my tapes back.
- Brian, don't.

Shana and Malcolm are
completely whacked out.

Kelly, I'm not going to
let them steal my music.

[scream]

GILBERT: I don't know.

I took Shana to the party, and
Malcolm decided to stay at home

and drink his dinner.

That his normal routine?

Well, ever since
Shana quit the road,

he's been like a useless
piece of luggage.

If you know what I mean.

Were you with
Shana at the party?

No.

I'm a house man.

Sometimes chauffeur.

I don't get invited to parties.

I had a couple of drinks.

And I crashed in
the back of the limo

What time you bring her home?

Well, I don't remember
looking at my watch exactly.

Maybe midnight.

Midnight.

Was there anybody
else who could verify

the fact that you were sleeping
in the back of the limo?

I hope not.

Shana don't like me
sleeping on the job.

So you didn't see
your husband after you

came home from the party?

No, I, uh, just assumed
he was asleep in his room

when I went to bed.

All the times he
took care of me,

and I didn't even look
to see if he was OK.

I was, um, under
the impression

that you and your husband
weren't very close.

Sex, I can get anywhere.

But I will never find
anyone like Malcolm again.

He was my mentor, he
was my business partner,

and he was my very best friend.

So you didn't notice
anything unusual?

No.

Well, the alarm was
off when I came home,

but sometimes Malcolm
forgot to turn it on.

So I didn't really
think anything of it.

No gunshots?

No.

Well, the alarm wires
were cut by somebody

who knew what they were doing.

Saw the forced entry
over by that door.

Yeah.

No other room in the
house was touched,

and apparently nothing
else was missing.

Yeah.

You know, I'm going to say from
the broken glass and the scuff

marks, this is where
the fight began.

RITA: Right.

And it ends right
over here by the pool.

So as the intruder
breaks in, Malcolm

must have surprised him.

Malcolm was waving
around one of his guns.

The shooter lunges,
they wrestle for it.

Boom, intruder wins.

And then he panics.

Of course, he has to
take the gun with him.

Yeah.

- Yeah, that works for me.
- Yeah.

SHANA: You asked if there
was anything missing.

There is.

What?

SHANA: Tapes.

Rough mixes of studio tracks
and demos of the people Malcolm

was working with.

They were stolen
from the music room.

Whose tapes are missing?

Brian.

Brian Fairchild?

Yeah.

Oh, but he's a nice kid.

He could never have done
something awful like this.

RITA: All right.

So I'll make the call
to Kelly Anderson.

Yeah, I'll take the hostess
of the party she was at.

You know, I don't know
why it makes me so mad

that I'm just another
notch in her bedpost,

but it makes me mad.

So you're feeling
cheap, used, and cast

off like a wad of Kleenex?

Yes, I am.

See, you're obviously in
touch with your feminine side,

triggered by a guilty conscience
resulting from few blank spots

on your list.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Wrong.

Wrong.

You see that list?

Working my way back
from present day.

I'm already to my college years.

Real short list, huh?

Very funny.

Very funny.

No, I remember
Maggie Splekowski.

It's her roommate that
I'm drawing the blank on.

Look-- Yeah.
OK.

Very cute, brown hair.

She had a little button nose.

Yes, beautiful body--

No.

Look, her brother's name
was, uh, Bobby or Tommy.

Something like that.

That help?

No, Jerry, I don't
care about her brother.

I want to know what her--

you go ahead and put me down
for $50 on that game, OK?

Yeah, thank you.

Oh.

So what are you working on?

Well, I'm-- I'm, uh,
working on my list,

and it's going very well.

Right now, I am up
to Misty Midkiff.

Oh.

Yeah.

Circumstances-- my senior
year was last Friday.

Had a broken heart--

I'd just gotten dumped
by Cheryl Ann Croix.

We went to dinner, we
had a couple of beers,

and well, Misty listened.
- Uh-huh.

It was beautiful.

So what-- what did
you get on Kelly?

Well, she said that
she hasn't seen Brian.

But you know what?

Hope she sings a lot
better than she lies.

She was playing this
tape while I was there.

It was like a rough demo of his.

I'm thinking maybe it's
one of the ones that was

missing from Malcolm's house.

And I found this right on
top of her laundry basket.

So there was no search
and seizure problem.

CHRIS: Well, we don't
need the crime lab

ninjas to tell us
it's the kid's blood,

but rules must be followed.

This has turned out
to be a slam-dunker.

Yeah, I also put a stakeout
outside her apartment

to see if Brian shows up.

Did you, uh-- Did
you get anything?

Yeah.

Shana's alibi checked out.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

Right.

OK, we're on our way.

All right.

Kelly just loaded a couple
of suitcases into her van,

and she's headed
down Palm Avenue.

BRIAN: I hate what
he did to our stuff.

He tried to make it
sound like Shana used to.

Like some Vegas act.

Brian, do you swear
to me nothing bad

happened last night?

I told you, Malcolm
gave me the tapes.

He told me to take
them and get lost.

I never touched him.

Kelly, you know me.

You know that I'd
never hurt anybody.

Brian Fairchild, you're under
arrest for suspicion of murder.

Turn around.
- No, please.

RITA: Kelly, come on.
Sorry.

BRIAN: I didn't do anything.

Let's go.

You know, this really blows.

I told you.

I went to the music room,
Malcolm gave me the tapes,

and I left.

You and Malcolm fight?

[chuckle]

BRIAN: Fight?

Get real.

He was so drunk he
could hardly stand up.

You know, Brian,
selling your songs

should be a dream come true.

What happened?

Malcolm Rose was a
major player in the '80s.

He produced all Shana's stuff.

I thought he could help us.

But, uh, he was
still back there.

He was still hanging
onto that slick pop crap.

He wouldn't listen.

Everything had to be his way.

Man, I would rather keep my day
job than sell us out like that.

You think he was trying
to steal your song?

I don't know.

Maybe.

But I didn't kill him.

I didn't have to.

He was done a long time
before we ever met.

I need a word.

So I just got off
the phone with Donovan.

Tells me you're having
problems with the kid.

This same kid who was
looking like a dunker

when last we spoke is all
of a sudden a problem?

Look I gotta tell
you, everything

we got connects Brian Fairchild
to Malcolm Rose's murder,

but I find myself believing
the kid's story about Malcolm

just giving him those tapes.

And I find myself asking why.

Cap, the professional way
the alarm system was cut--

I mean, the kid doesn't
have a previous B&E record.

That's a good start.

And there was no powder
residue found on his clothes.

And we haven't found
the murder weapon yet.

Right.

OK.

So cut him loose if you can't
jam the slipper on his foot.

But then I want you guys to
go out and get me a real guy.

Brian, are you
sure about this?

I mean, I thought you
said you liked it here.

Yeah, but you didn't.

Look, turns out that you were
right about a lot of things,

OK?

[tires squealing]

Brian, watch out!

[gunshots]

[groan]

Kelly, no!

Kelly, come on!

Don't leave me, Kelly!

Kelly, no!

Hey.

Boy.

It's days like this that
I really hate this job.

Yeah, me too.

I put an APB out on Gilbert.

Brian gave me a definite ID.

Good.

How's he doing?

Why don't you-- you know?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Brian, I'm-- I'm so sorry.

I guess, um, I'm going to
have to call Kelly's parents.

[sobbing]

I ought-- I
ought to tell them.

Is it OK if I call--
call them first?

Sure.

Yeah.

That bastard was
trying to kill me.

Brian, do you
have any idea why

Gilbert would try to kill you?

You still don't
get it, do you?

It's about the music.
He wanted my songs.

[chatter]

- All right.
- All right.

Nice going.
All right.

Ball.

All right, ready?

Let's go.

All right, get him, get--

Ooh.
Yeah.

[cheers]

[inaudible]

Woo!

Woo!

All right.

All right.

All right, look.

I've had it.

You guys go on.

Thanks.

[cheers]

Hey.

Hi.

This is a nice surprise.

Yeah, well, I'm brown
bagging lunch today,

and I have a tuna fish
sandwich with your name on it.

Oh, great.

I was worrying how I was going
to get out of there alive.

[chuckles]
Let's go to the pier.

We'll picnic.
- OK.

You know, I wasn't sure
if I should stop by.

Um, I knew you were
writing all day.

So what's going on?

Oh, nothing.

Just a little stuck.

It's all part of the process.

Ah.

Need something
to get my juices

going, so I picked up a game.

You look great.

Thanks, thanks.

So everything's all right then?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Why?

I don't know, I just, uh--

I get this feeling
that something's

going on with you that you're
not telling me about it.

I can't fool you, can I?

No I'm just a little--

having a hard time
getting the book started.

It's no big deal.
I've had writer's block before.

It'll pass.

OK.

You're not worried about it?

No, not at all.

Just these ideas are
just bursting to get out

the head sometimes,
they just go away

and hide for a little while.

And trying not to write
helps you find them.

Eric.

Eric, look, I was trying
to say is that, you know,

if you are worried, it
would be OK to tell me.

You think it's possible--

No, no, forget it.

What?

Tell me.
I mean, what?

Is it possible to what?

To lose your talent.

No.

I mean, I don't think
it happens that way.

So is that what's going on here?

Huh?

No, not really.

I'm just being dramatic.

That's why I'm
lucky to have you.

Keep things in perspective.

Well, listen, if you ever do--

[inaudible] It's OK, Rita.

Come on.

SHANA: Malcolm took care
of all the business.

He hired Gilbert a
couple years ago.

So you know anything
about his background?

Well, he worked as a
roadie and a bodyguard

for a Seattle-based grunge
group, and that's all I know.

Did you have any
problem with him before?

I don't know.

I really didn't have
anything to do with him.

Malcolm always dealt
with the staff.

Are you positive he's the
one that killed that girl?

We have several
other witnesses

who have confirmed Brian's
description of both

the car and the shooter.

He killed Malcolm
too, didn't he?

He's definitely
a suspect, yes.

You said there
wasn't much contact

between you and Gilbert.

Why would he be targeting
people surrounding you?

You two have something going on?

Oh, hell.

All right.

About a year ago, Malcolm's
drinking really got to me.

I needed a distraction,
and Gilbert was it.

It was brief, it
was purely physical,

and it was over in a week.

Well, maybe it was
just over for you.

Uh, you know,
we're going to set

up police protection for you
and, uh, Brian Fairchild.

Um, I have a recording
session this afternoon.

Well, there'll one lucky
uniform who gets to see Shana

Rose in the recording studio.

If you'll excuse me.

Sure.

It's no wonder she can't
remember-- is there anybody

that lady hasn't slept with?

Now, now, now.

Don't be bitter.

Come on.

And Lisa.

No.

[inaudible] Yes.

Very interesting.
Yeah.

- Uh-huh.
- He matches up perfect.

Yeah, I saw that coming.

Huh.

Yeah, hey.

Is this Rob?

Hey, it's Chris Lorenzo
from Florida State.

How are you doing?

Good.

Look, uh, I got a
question for you.

Now, you remember
that homecoming party

that we went to, and I
went out with Maggie's

Splekowski's roommate?

Right.

What was that roommate's name?

Uh, look, I'm going
to call you back.

I gotta go.

Hey.

Hey.

RITA: Ballistics report.

Says the slugs that
killed Kelly Anderson

were fired from the same gun
that killed Malcolm Rose.

All right.

If we're doing this thing right,
he should still have the piece

when we bring him down.

Yeah.

So he must have
set up the break-in

after he murdered Malcolm.

What do you know,
the butler did it.

Yep.

Gotcha.

How did you get
past the police?

Same way you do when
you don't want to be

seen by your adoring public.

They're doing the pages.

You took a hell of
a chance coming here.

You're worth it.

[moans]

You could have
ruined everything.

But Shana.

The tapes weren't
at their apartment.

So he must have had them
with him in the van, which

means he's still got them.

But not for long, love.

I can't put out a new
album of Shana Rose originals

with Fairchild still alive.

Well, I'll take care of it.

Just like I took care
of Malcolm for you.

It was his fault. He wanted
to give Brian back those songs.

He didn't trust my talent.

He didn't understand that
once I sang those songs,

I made them mine-- my creations!

That's right, love.

You're the best.

Nobody does it like you.

Why should he have a taste of
the profits he don't deserve?

Eh?

Now it's just you and me.

Malcolm never gave
you your due, did he?

He wanted me to try for
a comeback album next year.

I can't wait another
year, Gilbert.

You promised me I
wouldn't have to wait.

Have I ever disappointed you?

No.

And you better not start now.

ERIC: Can I open them yet?

Yes, you can open them.

Wow.

Come here.

Eric, this thing must
have cost a fortune.

You really didn't
have to do this.

I know.

But I figured if I was
going to invite you

to an evening of bad
wine and boring chitchat,

the least I can do is get
you something to wear.

You are the most beautiful
woman I have ever, ever seen,

Thank you.

But I still think that this is
way too an extravagant a dress.

I ever tell you how much I
love this spot on your neck?

Yes.

And I love what you do
to that spot on my neck.

I hope so.

I thought you wanted
to see me in this dress.

I did.

Ah.

So why are you trying
to take it off me?

Make it wrinkle.

Liar.

Rita!

Rita, we need to go.

Oh, I'm a lucky guy.

Thank you.

When I was in high school,
I gave all my girlfriends--

all my girlfriends--

ID bracelets.

Uh-huh.

It was an ultimate sign
of affection back then.

Or marking your territory.

Well, that too.

Anyway.

I want you to know how
special you are to me.

Small things in small
boxes make me very nervous.

[chuckle]

It won't bite.

I promise.

Open it.

Look, Eric, I'm
not used to this,

you know-- the dress, and--

Rita, do you love me?

Yes.

I mean, yeah.

Well, then, don't
worry about it.

Well, are you going
to open the box?

RITA: Oh.

It's, um-- it's gorgeous.

Here.

Let me.

Cap.

Yeah.

Just talked to the officers
out at the Rose estate.

Shana slipped out
without a police escort.

Uh-huh.

So she's not as upset as
she was the other day, huh?

Apparently not.

You get anything
else on that suspect?

Yeah.

Here we've got an Interpol
ID on Gilbert Youngs.

He's wanted for
murder in London.

He was cited in
Seattle two years ago.

It's about the same time
Shana rose claims that Malcolm

hired Gilbert, right?
- Anything farther back?

No, they're checking on it.

OK.

Thanks.

Hey, uh, how
about our Ms. Rose?

She said something
about a recording session.

Rita went to check it out.

Hello?

Hey, you're early.

Why don't you go in and warm
up the pipes while I set up?

I think you're--
you're mistaken--

You're backup vocals, right?

Wrong.

I'm Sergeant Lance,
Palm Beach Police.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well-- Right.

Whatever.

You, like, uh, find that
dude that whacked Malcolm?

No, not yet.

Have you, uh, have
you seen Shana?

She called.

She said she was
stressing on the time.

[music playing]

Oh, way cool, man.

This is going to be
such a bitchin' tune.

I've heard this song before.

Huh?

I said I've heard
this song before.

No.

No way, man.

Shana just wrote it.

It's, like, totally fresh.

I thought Brian
Fairchild wrote this song.

Who?

Not likely.

Shana wrote it.

And Malcolm, he
produced the tracks.

Shana.

This is going to
be a monster album.

She wrote a whole
new set of tunes.

It's going to be a
major comeback for her.

[knocking]

Door's open.

[door opening]

Surprised to see me?

You might say that.

I wanted to come by
and see you sooner.

Make sure you were OK, you know.

But, uh, I've been in
a really bad place.

Yeah, me too.

Cops told me about Kelly.

I'm so sorry.

God, Gilbert's a
complete psycho.

I'm scared, Brian.

Um, sorry about Malcolm.

Look, look-- don't worry, Shana.

It'll be OK.

You know, this is the first
time I felt safe in days.

Shana, Shana--

Don't.

I can't.

I'm not surprised
you feel betrayed.

It was wrong to
change your songs.

I begged Malcolm not to do it,
but, uh, you know how he was.

Well, that's over now.

It doesn't have to be.

I would still like
to work with you.

You're so talented, Brian.

Let me sing the songs
the way you wrote them.

You still have those demos?

We could start fresh together.

I don't think that's
a very good idea.

Besides, I don't even
have the demos right now.

I could send somebody
to pick 'em up.

Look, I think it would
help us both to work

right now, because our
work is all we have left--

and each other.

Each other?

You never gave a damn about
anybody but yourself, Shana.

Kelly was so right about you.

I mean, anything for a hit.

Isn't that right?

Huh?

Gilbert, I need you.

[door opening]

Rita.

Yeah, Interpol just came
back with a match on Gilbert.

Well, somehow that
doesn't surprise me.

So you get any
word on Shana yet?

No.

She hasn't turned up yet.

It's just like Brian said.

It was all about the music.

Shana stole Brian's songs.

Without that, she's
got no big comeback.

Which paints a giant
bull's eye on Brian's back.

Did you get any
word on him yet?

No.

I called his apartment,
I couldn't get through.

I got some cars going
over there right now.

I'm headed over there too.

All right, I'm on my way.

Just tell us where
the demos are, Brian.

You don't want to
die for a recording

made in a damn garage.

What difference does it make?

I mean, you're just
going to kill me anyway.

That's right.

I already cut the tracks.

'Cause you always
were such a smart boy.

Get him down to the car.

[tires squealing]

Freeze!

[sirens]

[inaudible], Gilbert.

Oh, bugger off!

I'll cut his bloody throat!

Drop it.

Give it up, Shana!

I'll cut him if
you come any closer!

I swear I will!

CHRIS: Let it go.

Drop it!

[groans]

RITA: Come on, it's over Shana!

Why don't you just turn around?

No.

I can't do that.

Get him out of here.

None of this was
my idea, you know.

Look, if that's
true, what are we

doing up here on the roof, huh?

Don't!

I'll jump.

I swear to god I will.

Look, Shana.

There's always been someone
there for you to take the fall.

This time it's just you.

I want you to give me your hand.

Come on, you don't
want to do this.

HARRY: Lance.

Lorenzo.

Gotta package here addressed
to the both of you.

Well, thanks, Cap.

Yeah.

Wow.

I thought he was going
to take that bracelet back.

Yeah, he's supposed to.

Somehow he keeps on
conveniently forgetting.

So I wore it today just
to make sure he remembers.

You know, I tell you what--
a lot of women would say

that you were out of your mind.

Yeah, I know they would Ah.

Well, it's from Brian.

He's in New York.

He, uh-- he has signed
with a small label,

and they will be releasing
his CD in the fall.

Woo!

Good for him.

Chris?

Chris Lorenzo?

Hello.

Don't you remember?

I'm Maggie
Splekowski's roommate.

CHRIS: Yes!

How are you?

I haven't seen you in so long.

Rob said you were
looking for me.

It's so great to see you again.

[clears throat]

Chris, aren't you
going to introduce me?

Huh?

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