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[music playing]

[whistling]

Come on, shake it, baby.

Shake that money maker
right in my face.

You want a buck, sugar buns?

Come baby.

- I'll take care of him, boss.
- No, I got this one.

Shake it, baby.

Shake that money maker.

Hey, Dutchie.

Come on, let me buck you!

What's your name?

Ernie.

You're out of order, Ernie.

Another word comes out
of your foul mouth,

you're gonna be out of teeth.

The lady's a special
friend of mine.

I suggest you take that
dollar bill you've been waving

and buy yourself some class.

Now, move, while you still can.

MC: Let's hear it for Christine.

Way to go, Christine.

Nice job.

Next up, we have lovable Liz.

Christine, where you
going in such a hurry?

Dutchie wants to
buy you a drink.

Raincheck, OK, Donnie?

I promised to meet
a friend of mine.

A girlfriend.

That's what I wanna hear.

A pal from school?

Yeah, we're studying
for finals tonight.

Hey, Donnie, thank you so
much for handling that drunk.

God, he was really starting
to get on my nerves.

To serve and
protect, that's me.

Christine, you're not
moonlighting on me, are you?

No, Donnie, of course not.

I know the rules.

Why would you ask me
something like that?

I dunno.

I hear things, not always
true, but gotta ask.

But remember, in
here, you're safe.

Out there, there's a
lot of crazy people.

I know, crazy people.

I gotta go.

Bye.

Bye, Dutchie.

[whimpering]

Night.

I thought you
chickened out on me,

and I was gonna have to
work this circus alone.

Sexy, hon.

I said, dress sexy.

Tamara, I thought
this gig was hostessing.

So why are you dressed in
your little hooker outfit?

We're the entertainment,
and the money's good.

So just smile and flirt.

Anything you do beyond
that is your business.

Have you been waiting for me?

[laughter]

Who's the new talent?

Very nice.

Well, I didn't wanna
disappoint you, Mr. Thornton.

I'll introduce you.

Later.

I'm on a roll.

Two cards.

[snapping fingers]

Do that for me again, Clyde.

We're in for a very wet night.

[theme music]

Woo!

Take it off.

Woo.

[chuckling]

Hi.

I got a little friend who's
just dying to meet you.

Look, I already told you once,
please just leave me alone OK?

Well, you've been
teasing me all night.

Do you want me to play rough?

OK.

Ugh.

Hey, you can't just
take off and leave me.

Your boss just
tried to rape me.

He's just drunk.

Besides, you got paid
for the whole night.

Yeah?
Well, keep it.

I'm outta here.

You'll do what
I tell you, bitch!

Whoa, chill out, Chick.

We don't need this.

We don't wanna ruin the party.

Fine.

The hell with you.

Get out.

And there is lots of party left.

And you can make yourself
a nice piece of change.

She's-- I--

I didn't mean to.

I-- I--

I just woke up, and--
and she-- she's--

I just woke up, and
she was like that.

I-- I can't remember.

She's dead.

Mr. Thornton, you
played too rough.

God.

What am I gonna do?

You're gonna put on your
clothes and get outta here.

I'll handle everything.

But Chick--

Come on, Mr. Thornton,
you've gotta move!

High diver that
missed the pool?

Thought you were going to
Keys with Jillian this weekend.

So did I, but she got
tagged for emergency surgery.

Ugh!

I was in the neighborhood, and
I heard your radio squawk, so--

Oh.

You know, not every
death is a murder, Rita.

Sometimes, you just
gotta let one pass on by.

Yeah, well, not this one.

This is definitely
not a suicide.

See those broken
capillaries in her eyes?

- Yeah.
- She was smothered.

Then somebody dressed
her up to take

the fall down, heels and all.

Found the other one over there.

Suicides usually
take their shoes off.

Any ID?

No.

No, I've sent for
the night desk clerk.

It seems that nobody seems
to have recognized her.

You know, I'm figuring
from a straight drop

down and the force of impact,
I'm guessing the 15th floor,

give or take, a
room on either side.

Yeah.

I guess we should start
there, work our way up, huh?

Wait, what do you mean, "we"?

I'm off duty.

Make that past tense, partner.

Oh, I see how you are.

Hah-hah.

Suite 1601.

Here we are.

Yes, I thought so.

That was one of three
hospitality suites

for the Marco Convention.

It's a huge group from
all over the country.

Over 200 rooms.

They've been checking
out all morning.

Terrific.

There must've been a mob in
and out of there all night.

I'm afraid so.

We had noise complaints
well past midnight.

Who was the local liaison?

The company must have a pointman
handling things on this end,

right?

Yes, Wayne Thornton.

He's with Marco's office
in West Palm Beach.

Thornton.

We're gonna need a
list of all your people

that worked the party.
- Of course.

Anything we can do.

Thank you.

Thanks.

All these floors are
supposed to be sealed off.

Excuse me.

Somebody was thirsty.

Policia.

Well, the trash they took
out of here for analysis.

This place has been wiped clean!

The maid said there was a
huge party here last night,

lots of drinking.

Having the bag the linens,
the glasses, everything.

Look what I found without
even getting my hands dirty.

Appears the lipstick
matches our victim's.

That railing's got
a layer of dust on it.

It would've been a pretty
good trick to crawl across

it without leaving a trace.

She had help.

I'd say she did.

Yeah.

Yeah, she was one of them.

Dead, huh?

Bummer.

Pammy, Tammy,
something like that.

So there was more
than one woman there?

Yeah, there were lots
of women there early.

Company types, you know.

This one, her friend came in
later, when it was all stag.

Midnight, at least.

They were pros.

One of the dudes
there hired them.

So they were prostitutes?

Two women in a room full of
drunk, horny men, what else?

I mean, they weren't tricking.

At least, not when I was there.

Just hanging out.

Kind of like
hostesses, you know.

They were still there
when I left them,

and they were starting
to get raunchy.

What was the name
of the other woman?

Katie, Crystal.

Something like that.

Blonde, kind of tall.

So what about the
guy who hired them?

You remember him?

He was young, real slick.

Promoter type.

Snapped his fingers at me.

I hate that.

Chad, Chip.

Or something like that.

Yeah.

Appreciate it, Clyde.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah.

This one's gonna be real easy.

So what have we got?

We got about 200 suspects
scattered all over the country.

We got a Jane Doe victim,
and no hard evidence.

Oh, yeah.

This one's gonna
be a slam dunk.

I dunno.

Maybe I can still
pull Jillian out

of the ER, head for the Keys.

Don't kid yourself.

I wouldn't dream of hogging
all the glory a case like this

brings.

You are so good to me.

I know.

THORNTON: I wish I could
help you, but as I told you,

I don't have anyone working
for me named "Chip."

This is terrible, just terrible.

That poor woman.

But I can't believe
that any of my employees

are mixed up in this.

It's unthinkable.

You rented the
hospitality suite.

You were the host to
lot out-of-towners.

Must've been a
late night for you.

I left early.

And I certainly
never saw these two

prostitutes you say were there.

Didn't say they
were prostitutes.

But one can assume.

SGT. LORENZO: Our business,
we don't assume anything.

What time did you
leave the hotel suite?

9:30, maybe as late as 10:00.

Plenty of people saw me leave.

We'll need their names.

I told you I'll cooperate.

I don't appreciate
being grilled.

Do you think "Chip"
could be a nickname?

Maybe it's short for something.

Sure, I suppose it could be.

But as I told you, I don't
know anyone by that name.

We're gonna need a list
of all your employees

out of town and locally.

Anybody who had access
to the suite that night.

There'd be hundreds
of names on that list.

We're aware of
that, but there won't

be too many Chips, will there?

Fine.

I'll have my assistant start
to work on that right away.

Now, if there's
nothing further, I'm

a little late for a meeting.

All right.

You can just fax that
list to this number here.

Fine.

Certainly, Sergeant Lance.

Thank you, Mr. Thornton.

Relax, Mr. Thornton.

They've got nothing.

They know she was murdered.

You said that they'd buy the
suicide, that they'd think--

Hey, it was worth a shot, OK?

Most cops wouldn't
look past the obvious.

Besides, you said yourself
they're gonna have hundreds

of blind alleys to wander down.

But the other girl,
if they find her--

Now, she could be a problem
for you, Mr. Thornton.

But hey, me, I'm
a problem solver.

I'll bet you are too.

See, my problem is, I
don't make enough money.

And you're gonna solve
it for me by creating

a new vice presidency, Wayne.

Ooh, I like that.

Wayne.

A little less formal.

So what do you say?

We just drink a toast to the
end of both of our problems.

What, you're not gonna--

I'm gonna pay her off.

What do you think?

Now, you put together some cash.

Say, 50,000.

50,000?

I can't get my hands
on that kind of money.

Well, you'll
think of something.

Because you don't
have much time, Wayne.

MC: Well, let's give
it up for Christine.

Let's hear it for
Christine, guys.

You guys wanna see
her back out here,

you need to give it up for her.

Come on, guys, give it up.

[whistling]

Let's hear it.

Guess who's back.

Hey, boss.

Was I OK tonight?

The best, doll.

That fag Nicky
said you wanted him

to walk out to car with you.

You got a problem, you
don't come to me with it?

I didn't wanna bother you.

You're a busy man.

Besides that, it's really
not that big of a deal.

You're scared.

That ain't nothing.

That's something.

You don't trust me
no more, Christine?

It's just an old
boyfriend's been bothering me.

You know, hang up calls,
that sort of thing.

Well, he was in here tonight,
and just kind of freaked me

out.

That so bad?

Come on, I'll walk you out.

I could use some fresh air.

OK.

MAN: Hey, slow down, you jerk!

Turn on your lights,
would you, Pete?

Christine, you OK?

You have the nervousness
of a lawyer in confession.

Was that the guy?

No, I don't think so.

God, those brakes
screeching like that,

it scared the hell outta me.

I'll take you in my car.

No, really.

No, I'm fine.

I'll drive myself.

Yeah, Cap, you
wanted to see me?

Sit down.

So where are you
on the Jane Doe?

Well, she's no
longer Jane Doe.

Her name is Tamara Adkins,
AKA, Tamara Knight.

Now, she got three par for
hooking, Mobile, Alabama

'92, Jacksonville a year later.

Three months ago
in Coral Gables.

That was her last known address.

So was does it sound like?

Out of town talent
working a convention?

Yeah, apparently.

I'm running credit card
checks for local activity.

I already struck out
with the rental car

agencies and the DMV.

Good.

So-- ay-yi-yi-yi.

- You-- you OK, Cap?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A park bench is softer
than that couch.

Go ahead.
- Ah.

Well, no wants or warrants.

Coral Gable PD said
that she's been

a stranger since her last bust.

That's unusual.

Hookers hook.
- Mm-hm.

And in a small
town, they get busted.

Unless she was trying to clean
up her act and go straight,

get out of the life.

A lot of women do that, and
then they head for a new town

with a clean slate.

Yeah, but she wasn't selling
Tupperware at that convention.

But the autopsy
revealed semen, right?

Yeah.

So what kind of a working
girl in the '90s works

without a glove?
- Yeah.

Can I have some of
this coffee, Captain?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

She was smothered to death,
ME thinks during rough sex.

Could've been a gasper, but
skin underneath the fingernails,

bruising?

I don't think sex
was consensual.

No, I'm thinking that
somebody at the party

wanted more than casual
conversation with the hostess.

They, uh, got rough.

If she was trying to go
straight, clean up her act,

where would she start?

Let's-- let's see.
She's-- she's new in town.

- Yeah.
- She's gorgeous.

She's not gonna go to
the pancake shack looking

for a waitress job, right?

Tamara Knight, it screams to
be up on a marquee somewhere.

She could have been
a dancer, right?

She'd make a lot of money.

She wouldn't have been shy.

Good.

Good, Lorenzo.

So now maybe the other woman
with her in the hotel suite

that night was also a dancer.

I want you guys to get on that.

Rita is already there.

You know, Cap, I hate to see you
in the dog house with Fran, hm?

Flowers.

Flowers will smooth
everything out.

Is there a sign
around my neck that says

"share with me, care with me"?

Work, Lorenzo!

Go!

You know, Cap, if
you're not gonna go home,

you might wanna invest in a new
shirt, 'cause that one is ripe!

I'm shocked at what
you're telling me,

but I ain't surprised.

Girls like Tamara, they
don't generally get too old.

She was trouble
from jump street.

What kind of trouble are
you talking about, Donnie.

Name it.

I run a straight joint here.

You know that.

She didn't expect that.

So she was tricking.

And drugs.

I mean, trouble like that
I could live without.

A lot of attitude,
all of it bad.

So I tied a can to
her pretty tail.

How long ago was that?

About three weeks, a month.

Who remembers?

I could have payroll
check it out If you want.

No, that's OK.

You hungry?

I got some nice, fresh
cannolis just come in.

No, thanks, Donnie.

Listen.

You-- um, do you
know if she made

any friends while she was here?

Chrissy over there.

She likes everybody.

She's a sweet kid.

And she likes to take in strays.

Don't matter if they got
four legs or two legs.

Hey, Christie.

Come here, sweetheart.

Christie, this is a very good
friend of mine, Rita Lance.

She's a cop.

Not vice, so don't sweat it.

Hi, Christie.

Hi.

What's this all about?

Tamara got herself
whacked and pitched off

the balcony of a hotel
a couple of nights ago.

See what I'm telling
you about these wackos?

- How horrible.
- Who?

Well, that's what I'm
trying to figure out.

Were you-- were you
close with her Christine?

No, I just knew her from here.

Anything you can tell me.

You know, her boyfriend, where
she hung out, anything at all.

I haven't seen her since,
well, you know, since she left.

Um, you think of anything,
you give me a call, all right?

Sure.

OK, thanks.

Donnie, you mind if I talk to
the other girls while I'm here?

Hey, la casa
mia e la casa tua.

Knock yourself out.

OK.

Listen, we-- uh, we know Tamara
had another girl with her,

working the party that night.

We think she might have brought
one of your dancers with her.

DONNIE: No way.

House rules strictly forbid
any type of moonlighting.

Um, Donnie, I have to
go pick up my drink order.

Excuse me.

OK, see you, Donnie.

See, I'm just wondering
why Christine was

so upset over Tamara's death.

If they weren't that close,
it doesn't make sense.

Somebody you know
getting murdered is scary.

Yeah, but it's more than that.

See, I think she knows
more than she's letting on.

She could have been there at
the party with Tamara, right?

I mean, she fits the
bartender's description,

and Christine is not that far
off from Katie or Crystal.

Well, we'll bring
the bartender in,

see if he can ID her.

Even if he does ID her, I
mean, what's the big deal?

She was breaking any laws.

No, but she was breaking
Donnie's house rules.

And she knows girls
can get fired for that.

Yeah.

This is a good table.

All right, so lean on
her off the premises.

Tell her you'll run
interference with Donnie

for her, if she shoots
straight with you.

So how's your-- how's your
list of 1,000 suspects coming?

Any Chips?

No.

We got about 60 names
that start with C.

We're gonna be on the phone
for the rest of our lives.

Captain, you can't eat that
kind of stuff, remember?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

I can eat whatever
I damn well please.

Well, you better do it quick,
'cause here comes your wife.

Yeah, that's funny.

You're a real comedian.

You know that, Lorenzo?

What, do you think
I'm afraid of my wife?

Come on!

I'm a man, Lorenzo!

A free man.
Hah-hah.

Oh, boy.

This is living.

Not for long.

Why don't you just put
a gun to your head.

- I think we'd better--
- No, no, honey.

Please, sit down.

Finish your lunch.

I just stopped by to
drop off Harry's clothes,

since he decided to move out.

Hah.

I didn't move out.

I escaped.

I will no longer live my
life according to her rules.

Tell the laundry no detergent.

Scented detergent
makes you freak out.

Hah.

Meet the most controlling
woman on the planet.

It's Fran's way or the highway.

Uh-uh.

I need a wife, not a warden!

You know, this is-- this is
getting a little too personal,

so--
- No, no, no, no, no.

Just sit down.

Sit, sit, sit.

Sit.

Sit.

Maybe you'll learn something.

See this?

Yes.

This is not a
choke chain to be

used whenever they wanna jerk
you where they want you to go.

Uh-uh.

Nah.

There comes a point
where enough is enough.

And you just
reached that point.

Rita, Chris, always a pleasure.

Buh-bye.

Bye, Fran.

Did you learn anything?

Christine.

Hi, could we talk
to you for a minute?

Look, I already told
you guys, I didn't

know Tamara that well, OK?

We worked together a few weeks.

She got fired, end of story.

But were you with Tamara
that night in the hotel suite?

No.

You know, we could bring
the bartender that worked

the party down to your club.

I'm sure he'll remember you.

Fine, whatever.

But you're wasting your time.

Lots of girls look like me.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm
working splits this week.

I need to get some sleep.

You're a loose end, Christine.

You ever thought about that?

Meaning what?

Meaning, whoever killed Tamara
knows you can identify him.

Yeah, we found you.
Trust me, so can he.

Well, it wasn't me, so I've
got nothing to worry about.

Excuse me.

[sighing]

Man, she didn't even blink.

No.

Maybe you misread
her this morning.

Yeah, maybe.

Enough talk.

You're boring me.

Look, you like Elvis, right?

[knocking on door]

Now, his motto was TCB.

"Take care of business."

Mine's GTM.

"Get the money."
I gotta go.

I'm expecting a call from
New York any minute now.

Hi, doll.

Don't you look pretty tonight?

But you're a little
overdressed for the room.

You got another set.

Uh, Charlotte's
covering for me.

Donnie, you've
been so good to me.

This really hurts, but, um,
I have to get my paycheck.

What?

Get outta here.

What are you talking about?

You're serious.

We can talk, can't we?

I'm leaving town
in the morning.

I have some friends in Atlanta.

And then, I don't know, maybe
back home to see my folks.

You're in trouble.

I knew it the other night.

It's the boyfriend.

I'll break his legs for him.

He won't bother you more.

I was with Tamara the
night she was killed.

I left before it happened.

This guy roughed me up.

He tried to rape me, Donnie.

Tell me, tell me.

It was so horrible.

I was so scared.

Everybody was drunk.

I left, and Tamara stayed.

She was really high.

The cops know I was there.

And now he knows where I work.

That was him the other night?

Yeah, one of his guys.

Look, Donnie, I
gotta get outta here.

Tell me his name, Christine.

Thornton.

he was the boss of the
whole company or something.

Look, can I please
just get my paycheck?

I really need to go.

That should cover it.

A little extra, a little
bonus just for good luck.

But why didn't you tell me?

You know you can come
to me with anything.

Because I broke the rules.

I was moonlighting!

I love my job, and I just
didn't wanna lose it.

[sobbing]

Look, I better go.

I'll walk you out.

OK.

[phone ringing]

I bet you that's your
important call from New York.

Look, I'll have somebody
else walk me out.

Thank you for everything.

Bye.

You take care now, Christine.

Yeah, what?

Hi, Mr. Scalia.

Yeah, I've been waiting
for your phone call.

[moaning]

"Sure, no problem.

Stay with me.

I could use the company."

I must have been out of my mind.

Oh, I'm dying here, Lorenzo.

My intestinal tract is on fire.

What is taking so
long with the tea?

I am doing the
best that I can, Cap.

It's got about 900
different ingredients.

Why can't you just take
antacids like everybody else?

And poison myself?

I don't think so.

Ah, not too much
peppermint, please.

I'll bloat, and then I'm
in really big trouble.

Would you mind hurrying up?

I would like that tea tonight.

I made the cold
compresses for your head.

I ran all over town to get your
herbs for your little miracle

concoction.

If you keep pushing, you're
gonna be wearing the damn tea!

You ate the cheeseburger
and fries, not me.

You're right.

Yes, I am.

Hey, I'll go.

Why should my suffering
be your concern.

No!
Like hell!

You're gonna drink the damn tea.

Mm, mm, mm, mm, uh-oh.

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

What the hell was that?

I'm-- I'm stopping up.

You're stopping up?

- Do you have a humidifier?
- What?

Mm, mm, mm.

I don't have a humidifier.

Well, you gotta--
mm, mm, mm, mm.

That's it.

I'm stopped.

[phone ringing]

Lorenzo.

Yeah.

Hi, Rita.

You're kidding me.

Damn.

[snaps fingers]

Yeah, I'll-- I'll stop
by in a little while.

What?

They had a hit and run
fatality at Dream girls.

One of the dancers was involved.

They give you a name?

No, but I got a
good idea who it is.

Huh.

Hey.

Hm.

No skid marks.

The guy could have been
drunk, didn't see her.

Yeah, maybe.

Witness said the car
never even slowed down.

But you know what?

You don't buy that,
and neither do I.

Yeah.

Somebody killed
this girl because they

knew she was in the
hotel suite the night

Tamara Knight was killed.

Bob?

Thanks, guys.

Lorenzo, Lance.

Stay back.

It's all right.

He's a-- he's a friend
of the victim's.

You're damn right I am.

Get off of me!
Over here, you two.

I got something to say to you.

Donnie, I am real sorry about
what happened to Christine.

Not as sorry as the son
of a bitch who killed her's

gonna be.

I know who did this.

You've got 24 hours
to take him down,

or I'm gonna kill him
with my bare hands.

Donnie, you're upset.

You're saying things
you don't mean.

Look, we're just gonna
let this slide, all right?

Why don't you just
tell us what you know?

Christine worked that
hotel party the other night.

The boss there, the big
shot, he tried to rape her,

but she left.

Tamara stayed.

Do I gotta paint the
picture what happened next?

She tell you
what his name was?

It was Thornton.

I repeat, you got 24
hours to take him down,

or hunting season opens.

Look, I appreciate
the information, Donnie,

but this is police business, so
you just stay out of this, OK?

We're gonna handle it.

You crowd us,
we'll lock you up.

Save your threats, hot rod.

Just get him.

'Cause if you don't--

Serious as a heart attack.

Yeah.

So we've got a vague description
of a car, partial plates given

to us by a witness three
sheets to the wind,

and the word of a mob guy.

I doubt very seriously that's
gonna buy us a warrant.

And we're not gonna get into
Thornton's garage without one.

I bet he already dumped the
car and reported it stolen.

You know what?

I'll run to the
DMV, see if we can

get a description of
his cars, get that

to the body shops around town.

All right.

You know, it's a lovely
evening for a stakeout.

Your car or mine?

[laughter]

You gotta-- you
gotta be kidding me.

I don't know how
Franny can stand him.

I've been with him six hours,
he's already driving me nuts.

He's like, "do this, do that,
get, me this, get me that."

"Uh, this is too hot, Lorenzo.

No, no, not too hot.

It's too cold, and
there's a draft."

"Not- not a draft.

It's stuffy in here."

Man, what is he gonna
be like when he is old?

I don't know.

I guess that's-- you
know, that's how they met.

She was a nurse.
He was a patient.

That part of their relationship
just never has changed, huh?

Yeah, every
hypochondriac's dream--

a private, live-in nurse.

So did he, um--
he ever tell you

what the big fight was about?

No.

No, but they better
work it out quick.

I can't survive the
Lipschitz syndrome.

Got him.

Here we go.

Mr. Thornton?

Good morning.

What is it with you people?

I told you everything
I could at the office.

Now you have to
harass me at my home?

No, see we're not
here to harass you, sir.

We're here to ask
you a few questions.

Where were you around midnight
last night, Mr. Thornton?

Here, all night.

Why are you asking?

Look, I'm gonna be late.

I've got an early meeting.

Can your wife verify that,
that you were here all night?

She's visiting her
sister in New York,

but we spoke on the
phone around 11:00.

I'm sure there's a
record of the call.

Now, if you'll excuse me--

You spoke for
over an hour, then?

Of course not.
Maybe 10, 15 minutes.

Well, see, we were more
interested in your whereabouts

about midnight last
night, just before.

So you don't have an alibi then?

An alibi?

What for?

Oh, this-- this is outrageous.

You familiar with a
club called Dream Girls?

Were you there
last night, sir?

No, I've never heard of it.

So you don't know a dancer
there named Christine?

See, we were
thinking maybe you met

her the night of your party.

She was in the hotel suite.

She had a friend named Tamara.

You know, I have tried
to cooperate with you,

but this is ridiculous.

Am I under arrest?

Not yet.

Then step back.

If you want another interview,
set it up through my attorney.

[car starts]

He's pretty damn
sure he's gonna

get away with murder twice.

Yup.

He's a smart guy too, you know.

Smart enough where he
wouldn't use his own car

for something like this.

Yeah.

Marco is a big operation.

I bet they have a fleet of
cars he'd have access to.

Worth a shot.

You know, there is
an upside to this.

What's that?

If we don't get
him, Dogs will.

That thought crossed my mind.

Ah.

Here you go.

Thank you.

- Sure.
- All right.

Chris?

Yeah.

Check this out.

Ah-hah.

Bingo.

Wayne Thornton,
you're under arrest

for suspicion of felony hit
and run and vehicular homicide.

This is insane.
Call my lawyer.

Good idea.

He can meet us downtown.

You have the right
to remain silent.

SGT. LANCE: Would you
like another glass

of water, Mr. Thornton?

You seem to be sweating.

It's hot in here.

Getting ready to
get a lot hotter.

That car was used
in the hit and run,

and the lab tests
are gonna prove it.

The glass fragments will
match the broken headlights,

and the paint will
match the traces

on the victim's clothing.

Now, you had access to it,
and you don't have an alibi.

That car was wiped down,
so we don't have your prints.

But I bet you the prints we
pull off that glass are gonna

match the prints that we pulled
off the phone in the bedroom

of the hospitality suite.

Well, just a minute here.

What hotel suite?

We're talking about
a hit and run.

You ran that woman
down because she

knew you killed Tamara Knight.

You're out of line, Detective.

This is the first I've
heard about any of this.

You tried to rape Christine,
and she got away from you,

so you went after Tamara.

You raped her, and you smothered
her while you were doing it.

Your client is out
of line, Counselor,

and he is fresh out of luck!

Viable sperm was retrieved
from Tamara Knight's body.

And we can DNA match it to you.

Now, we can either get a
court order for a sample,

or you can volunteer, and you
can save us all a lot of time.

Sperm?

I-- I couldn't.

It's not possible.

Go find yourself a judge.

You're not gonna
sandbag us like this.

Wayne, don't say another word.

If you're gonna
charge him, do it.

You left out that one little
detail, didn't you, Wayne?

No, you don't understand.

I couldn't have done it.

I couldn't have.

I had a vasectomy years ago.

I was so drunk I blacked out.

I couldn't remember anything.

When I woke up, she was there.

That's enough, Wayne.

THORNTON: I-- I thought--

I thought that I had done it.

He said that he could
take care of it,

that he could make it
look like a suicide.

He set me up.

He's the one who did it.

He's the one who killed her!

Who?

Be quiet, Wayne.

You're confessing to
accessory after the fact.

Do you understand that?

[whispering]

My client has nothing
more to say at this time,

unless you're willing
to talk about immunity

in exchange for his testimony.

Mr. D, phone
call for you, sir.

Thanks, Shell.

Yeah, what?

He's dead.

I'll rip his freaking lungs out.

This is good.

I'm gonna take him here.

Ah.

All right, take-- take
anything you want.

Just don't hurt us.
- Out of the car.

I'll blow your brains out.

Move.

OK.

Don't even think
about following!

Novak's out of the office
at a meeting, Captain.

We're gonna try to intercept.

Yeah, we've got units
checking out his residence.

Uh-huh.

Dump the car.

You strip it and you burn it.

You report it stolen.

Plea-- please, I
haven't done anything.

Why are you doing this?
- Just shut your mouth.

You're gonna find
out soon enough.

THORNTON: If it's
money that you want,

my company will
pay to get me back.

You know, in my business,
I see a lot of degenerates.

But you're the worst kind.

You're an animal.

I'm gonna be doing the world
a big favor when I snuff you.

But you're gonna
hurt for a while

first, So. that you
can think about what

you did to them two girls.

No, no, no, no, it wasn't me.

No, it was this punk who
works for me, Chick Novak.

Sure, it was.

No, I'm-- look, I'm
telling you the truth.

I'm testifying against him.
That's why the police let me go.

MAN (ON RADIO): All
units, be advised.

Homicide suspect
Charles Chick Novak

has been spotted in the
Seawall Marina parking lot.

See?
Look, I'm telling you the truth.

I swear!
That's him!

What's he doing at the marina?

The company
keeps a boat there.

He must be trying to escape.

Look, I can take
you to the slip.

Goose it.

I wanna get there
ahead of the cops!

How far are you
from the marina?

We're minutes away right now.

Have any of the
uniforms spotted Novak?

No, no sign of him.

But you know, it's possible
he ditched his car there

to buy himself some
time when he found out

you guys were looking for him.

Listen, why don't you check
with the DMV and the harbor

master, see if Novak or Martco
Corporation has a boat there?

All right, I'll let you know.

Listen, Rita, we got a 911
call from Thornton's attorney,

Kingman, a couple
of minutes ago.

A guy that sounds a
lot like Dogs DiBarto

abducted Thornton at gunpoint.

Terrific.

That's just what we need.

OK, thanks, Cap.

Donnie's got Thornton.

Somebody must've tipped him
off that we let him walk.

He's gonna kill the wrong guy.

Just what we need,
another fire to put out.

[siren wailing]

Wayne, what the hell
are you doing here?

He's with me.

Once we're aboard, cast off
those lines and then beat it.

Wayne, what the hell is this?

Judgment day.

You two hit the other
side of the wharf.

You come with us.

Where's DiBarto?

The man who grabbed
you, where is he?

He's got Chick.
He's gonna kill him.

Look, it was him.

I was just covering for him.

I-- I-- don't you get it, man?

The man's a psycho!

I told you to shut up!

Now, back this tub outta here!

Donnie!

You gave us 24 hours, DiBarto.

I guess your word
doesn't mean very much!

So my watch runs
a little fast.

No question this is the guy that
killed both girls, am I right?

So back off, and let me
take care of business.

It's our business, Donnie.

Not yours.

You put your gun down.

Put your hands behind your head.

Do it!

What gun?

You see a gun?

As for this first piece
of garbage, go fish!

Whoa!

I did what I had to do.

You guys understand that.

And we're doing what
we have to do, Donnie.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to
remain silent, Donnie.

Anything you say--

Please, please.

Save that for the amateurs.

Could you have shot me after
all we've been through, Rita?

I'm glad you didn't
make me find out, Donnie.

Come on in.

Chris, why am I here?

I have nothing to
say to that man.

And I have nothing
to say to that woman.

Fran, sit.

What?

Look, you two wanna act
like a couple of kids?

That's fine by me.

But I got a little something
I'd like to get off my chest.

This can't go on.

Cap, I'm evicting you.

I can't stand the thought
of another night with you.

I can't stand the thought of
five more minutes with you.

The moaning, the whining.

Fran, how do you stand this?

Whining and moaning?

Yes!

You know that his
health is fragile.

Wait, how-- how can you be so
cold and insensitive, Chris.

Please.

Please, Fran, sit.

Now, Cap, I understand
how difficult

it must be to live with her.

I mean, she's so bossy.

She tells you what to do.

I mean, she-- she tells
you when to go to bed.

She tells you when to wake
up, what to eat, what to wear.

It must be so
frustrating for you.

Excuse me.

The woman cares
about me, Lorenzo.

A concept alien to you.

Fran means everything to me.

And he is my whole world.

But you guys are
having this huge fight!

What fight?

This is a little tiff!

Since when are you an expert?

Harry, um, why the blanket?

Are you, uh, a little feverish?

I'm freezing.

He keeps up like a
meat locker in here.

What, Frances?

You have that look.

I don't know it.

It could be a little fever.

Fever?

FRAN: Yeah.

[knocking on door]

Hi.

Captain, Fran, hi.

How's it going?

The ball is in play.

And the Dust Tom Jones'
cabin had cleaner air.

I'm gonna take him home
before he gets more chills.

You sure you
don't wanna join us

for some pizza, a little beer?

Pizza?

Hah.

No, thank you.

I wanna live.

Oh.

Yeah, and send my
stuff to the office.

Sure.

Sure.

Um, goodbye, you two.

Bye, Fran.

Bye, Fran.

[laughter]

You are a genius!

Yes!

[laughter]

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