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- You bastard!
- How are you, Michael.

You're drunk.

Shut up!

I ought to kill the both of you!

How average.

How boring.

How you.

I want my key back.

Or do I have to have
the locks changed?

Come back to bed, darling.

You haven't finished me.
Michael is leaving.

Leave her alone, man.

Get out, or I'll
call the police!

You better call an
ambulance, 'cause pretty

boy here is gonna need one.

Your boyfriend's not
much of a fighter.

I don't take 'em
to bed to fight me.

Go home, Michael.

Not yet.

[doorbell buzzing]

Michael?

Oh, my God.

Michael, what happened.

You're bleeding.

Easy, easy.

Damn whore.

Lorraina?

You didn't-- Michael,
you didn't hurt her.

Michael?

[theme music]

SGT. LANCE (VOICEOVER):
Family, what a concept.

Are they the people who
are bound to you by blood,

the relatives you talk to
and see on the holidays,

or are they the
people in your life?

Like the buddy that
always helps you move,

or the girlfriend who sits with
you when your heart is broken?

Figuring out family
can be pretty tricky,

especially when those
ties that bind tangle you

in knots you never dreamed of.

Ugh.

Morning, partner.

Thank you for leaving
the "good" off that.

You're not even gonna ask?

Ask what?

Ask about my back.

You didn't see me
crawl through the door?

OK, I am guilty.

I should have never asked you
to help me paint my place.

You could have
said no, you know.

You know, I just have
one question for you, Sam.

Was that phone call
really more important

than holding the ladder?

Look, you knew I wasn't
holding onto the ladder.

Why did you try to
climb to the top step?

What are you trying to
do, break your neck?

I guess I'll
just have to settle

for almost breaking my back.

Uh!

Yeah.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Ice.
- That's OK.

I like it hot.

No, I am talking
about for your back.

Ice packs.

And you should be in bed, Sam.

You shouldn't be sitting here.

You're gonna compress
the disk, and you'll

never get rid of the spasms.

I'll bet you Jillian
can prescribe

a muscle relaxant for you too.

She's in New York on a
conf-- are you sure about ice?

I read somewhere that heat
was-- was good for the back.

I had a heating pad
on it all night long.

And do you feel better?

See?

Ice.

Well, I hope you two
had a nice weekend.

Got a customer on
Bayview Way that didn't.

Uniform secured the area.

Coroner's on the way.

Ugh.

Whoa, my uncle Morty gets up
faster than that, and he's 89.

Back?

Well, just a
little stiff, Cap.

Yeah, you better go on ahead.

He'll only slow you down.

Go ahead.

Yeah.

I'll catch up.

You know what?

Rest, OK?

I will call you if I need you.

Heat.

I got a pad in my office.

You can lie on my couch.
Come on.

But Rita said ice was best.

Rita knows homicides.

Lipschitz knows backs.

I was born in a brace.

Trust me, lean on me.

Let's go.

Come on.

Hey, Keisha.

Hey.

Looks like a lot
of attitude here.

We got six stab wounds,
nasty-looking holes.

More blunt edge for that
kind of tissue damage.

Right, so either
a letter opener

or a screwdriver, probably.

Or a very dull knife.

Maybe a serrated edge.

She doesn't have
any defense wounds

on her arms and her hands.

Probably asleep.

The angle of entry
appears to support that.

So where's your
partner in crime?

He's, um, nursing a bad back.

Uh-huh.

I warned him about
those exotic positions.

So can you ballpark
me a figure here?

Well, rigor and
lividity indicate

that she's been here a while.

I'm guessing four,
maybe six hours.

Liver temp will help narrow
it, but I think we're talking

very early this morning.

So we have got some
vegetable oil up there.

And it looks like we've
got a couple of stains

down here on the bed skirt.

Wow.

Frying chicken in bed.

Now, there's a good time.

And you don't have
to look your best.

You're bad.

These are the girls
we're seeing this morning

for the [inaudible] shoot.

You have a meeting with Anne at
3:00, regarding new accounts.

Michael.

I don't smell coffee.

Michael, something
terrible's happened.

What?

What is it?

Lorraina was murdered.

Oh, no.

Michael, you didn't do
anything crazy last night?

No, of course not!

I mean, I flipped out when
I saw her with Jeremy.

Things got wild,
but I left, Denise!

She was alive.

She was gonna call the police.

You believe me, don't you?

You know I do.

But you know what
it's gonna look like?

I mean, what people think
if they know you were there.

You were with me
last night, Michael.

All night.

But Jeremy.

Jeremy won't say a word.

If his wife finds out
he was banging Lorraina,

his whole career is gone.

He won't risk it.

Do you think he
might have done this?

No.

No, if he-- if wanted to kill
anyone, it would have been me.

I loved her.

Oh, my God.

The police are gonna find
out about me and Lorraina.

What do I say?

That it was
business between you.

That is all they can prove.

Once they know you have
an alibi for last night,

they'll lose interest.

I take it by
"intimate," you mean "who

was Lorraina sleeping with?"

I'll get writer's cramp,
drawing you up a list.

Sex was power to Lorraina.

And she loved power.

Hm.

I guess Michael would have
been on that list, huh?

Definitely.

I wouldn't mind
having him on mine.

He's a photographer .

Our competition's
number one shooter.

That's interesting.

He's all over her book for
months, and then nothing

the past couple of weeks.

She dumped him.

He didn't take it well.

He called her constantly.

She wouldn't even talk to him.

He sent her gifts,
the whole shot.

[sighs]

She was such a bitch, but she
must have been great in bed.

What-- uh, what was
Michael's last name?

Ferraro.

Smile.

That's it.

Excellent.

Beautiful.

Great.

You know, I know
it's cold, but I

want you to keep the energy up.
Smile.

Arch your back.

Fluff your hair for me.

Toss that up a bit.

That's great.

That's it.

Excellent.

Smile.

Beautiful.

Excellent.

All right, lean into me now.

Come on down.

Down.

That's it.

Great.

That's it.

Excellent.

All right, great.

That's great.
That's great.

Keep smiling.

Lean down.

That's it.

That's great.

Beautiful.

Lean down.

I need you to lean
down, that's it.

That's it.

Beautiful.

Great.

Excellent.

Hi.

Sorry, but this
is a closed shoot.

Yeah, um, I need to
speak with Michael, please.

- One sec.
- That's great.

Keep smiling.

Come on, down.

Down, that's it.

Lean down.

Arch your back a
little bit, Mimi.

Arch your back.

Michael.

There's a cop here to see you.

Take five, everybody.

How you doing?

Hi.

Hm.

Denise, this is
my sister, Rita.

Hi.

OK, so you're not my sister
by blood, but you know,

the years we spent together
in that foster home,

they really meant a lot to me.

Yeah.

I've always
considered you family.

Well, you helped
me through some very

lonely times, Michael.

You were just as important
to me as any real brother

could have been.

Well, I've got
some calls to make,

so I'll leave you two alone
to catch up on old times.

It was very nice
meeting you, Rita.

Yes, you too.

What has it been, Rita?

Like a year since
we've seen each other?

I mean, we live
in the same town,

and we never get together.

I know.

It's ridiculous, isn't it?

Time just seems to fly by.

Unfortunately, this
is not strictly

a social call, Michael.

I'm-- I'm investigating
the Lorraina Garvey murder.

Murder?

Good lord, when did this happen?

Well, Last night.

I'm surprised you
didn't hear about it.

News like this usually
travels pretty fast.

You knew her, right?

Of course.

She ran Exclusive Advertising.

That's a very big house.

Her assistant said the two
of you had a relationship.

Is that true?

You're sounding
pretty cop-like.

If you knew I knew
her, why'd you ask me?

Force of habit, I guess.

So the two of you were seeing
each other until, like,

the last couple of weeks or--

She was hustling me.

Strictly professional.

She wanted me to leave
Suncoast and work for her.

You had quite a few
meetings together.

She kept sweetening the offer.

Was sex part of the package?

Could have been,
if I wanted it.

But Lorraina had, uh, too much
testosterone for my taste.

I said no.

But it took her a
while to stop asking.

Her assistant said that
you called her quite often.

You sent her gifts.

Yeah.

Yeah, I called her
a couple of times.

I wanted to smooth things over.

You know, my livelihood depends
on my reputation in this town,

and I didn't want
her badmouthing me.

When was the last time
you saw her, Michael?

I don't know.

I'd have to check my book.

A couple weeks.

You have any idea who
might have killed her.

I guess anyone's
capable of murder,

if they're pushed hard enough.

And Lorraina pushed hard.

She had a lot of enemies.

Look, a small favor.

It won't do me any
good with my company

if word got out
that I was thinking

I'm going with Exclusive.

I don't see why
it has to come up.

Well, listen, I, um--

I guess I should get going.

It was so great
seeing you, Michael.

We should get together sometime.

Yeah, sure.

You know, we always say that,
but we never seem to do it.

Well, then how about
breakfast tomorrow?

Of course, if you're busy--

No, Four Leaves it
is, just like old times.

Bye.

Bye.

Mm!

8:00 then, is that good?
- Yeah.

- OK.
- It's great.

Mm!

Oh, yeah.

Ah.

Oh.

That's it.

That's it.

Oh.

Oh.

What are you doing?

Enough heat!

Too much heat is
not a good thing.

What are you talking about?
That felt great!

Uh-uh.

No, I can tell by the moaning.

This couch is killing you,
and you are killing me.

Let's go!
Up, up, up.

- Easy, easy!
- Let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

That's it.

Over there.

Walk, walk.

You're going home, Lorenzo.

You are in no shape to work.

Lance, you wanna do
us all a big favor,

you take your partner home?

You know what?

I just gotta make a couple
more calls on the Garvey case.

Now!

Calls you can make
from your car phone.

He is now your
responsibility, since you

are responsible for this.

Wait, I'm responsible?

Well, you asked him to paint.

I could have said no.

What kind of friend says no?

Ah.

All right, can you make
it to the car or should

I call the paramedics?

No, I'll make it.

Break out the medal of valor.

Easy.

- You OK?
- Mm-hm.

All right.

Hold on.

- What?
- Well, it's nothing.

Just, my grandmother used to
cut the crusts off my sandwich

when I was a little
kid, you know?

Yeah.

[knocking on door]

Come in!

Thank you, Sam.

You're welcome.

I'll get it.

Thanks.

- Hey.
- Come on in.

- How you doing?
- Good.

You ready go?

Um, I'm just gonna
check my messages.

OK.

Where are you guys going?

We're going to see the Stones.

Wait, the Stones got
sold out months ago.

Yep.

A friend of mine
works for a broker,

and she scored the tickets.

Eighth row center.

Eight row center.

But I guess we're gonna have
to scalp yours, 'cause Rita

said you can't move.

You got me a
ticket to the Stones?

Yes!

Ah.

Yeah, Sergeant Lance.

I'm checking in.

Ugh!

I guess he's not faking, huh?

That was mean, Keisha.

[moaning]

It was very funny,
but it was mean.

No, we're just going
to the movies, Chris.

She wanted to know if
you really hurt your back

or were you just
guilt tripping me.

See, you're lucky
I can't get up,

because I'd have to kill you.

Now, wait a second.

Say that again?

So she was sure it
was a red Corvette?

OK.

Well, listen, I'll check it out.

Yeah.

Anything else?

OK.

Then I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Interesting.

A woman in Lorraina Garvey's
neighborhood phoned in.

She said she saw a red Corvette
leaving Lorraina's driveway

at 1:00 AM in the morning.

Hm.

Well, looks like you
got yourself a suspect.

Fits with the time of death.

Well, I guess we
should hit the road, huh?

- Yeah.
- Listen, I'll see you, Chris.

Yup.

I'd say, "get some
rest," but I know

that's all you're gonna do.
- Hah!

That's very funny, very funny.

[sighs]

Better go easy on that
stuff, or you won't be

around for the fortune cookies.

Oh.

Well, we wouldn't
wanna chance that.

I mean, my-- my
future is so rosy.

"You may soon be arrested for
a murder you did not commit."

Michael, stop it.

What if she finds
my fingerprints

all over the place?

I mean, Rita already put
the two of us together.

And you explained it.

Michael, you're acting
like you did it.

I mean, you have
nothing to hide.

You really think Rita'll
try to pin it on you?

She's like your little sister.

She's a cop!

If at all points to me--

You're innocent.

Act guilty like this
around her, and you'll

force her to doubt you.

You smile at breakfast
tomorrow, talk about old times.

And if she brings it up, then
be helpful and concerned,

and do anything you can to help.

For a moment--

for a split second last night,
I could have killed her.

I wanted to hurt her.

It's only because
she hurt you so badly.

I hate seeing you like this.

I don't think
we should do this.

I don't wanna ruin
our friendship.

What we have together at work.

Let me help you, Michael.

Let me.

So um-- so tell
me about Michael.

What is he?

Your half-brother, step,
foster, I get confused.

Foster brother.

Um.

Well, we haven't really
been close for a long time.

I guess because we remind each
other of sad times, you know.

Those were very painful
years for both of us.

And I guess I was
a little ticked

off at him for abandoning me,
maybe a little jealous too.

Jealous of what?

Hm.

Well, all foster
children have this dream

that their real parents will
come pick them up someday.

And Michael's dream came true.

His real mom came and got him.

Hm.

It's weird that he shows up
involved in a murder case

that you're working on.

Yeah.

Small town.

Hm.

Let me guess--

Belgian waffles, whipped cream.

No, no.

Those days are long gone.

Now it is a bagel
and cream cheese.

You know, I remember
when the Lances

took us here for your birthday.

You'd talked about
those waffles all week.

And then they didn't have any.

And you cried for
the rest of the week.

Right.

Taking their name was
a real tribute to them.

They're-- they're
good people, you know?

A lot of who I
became I owe to them.

Well, I guess business
is doing good.

That's-- that's a beautiful car.

Well, you know me.

I always wanted the best toys.

Can I help you?

Did you order?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

OK, I'll have
oatmeal and fruit.

Thanks.

Something on your mind, Rita?

[sighs]

Are you being straight with
me about your relationship

with Lorraina Garvey?

I mean, I get the feeling that
you're not really connecting

all the dots, you know?

Sure, there just
isn't much to tell.

You think I'm
holding out on you.

A witness said they saw
a brand new red Corvette

leaving her place
about 1:00 AM the night

of the murder, Michael.

Well, there's a lot
of Corvettes in town.

It's a popular car.

Were you there?

No.

I get what this is about.

I thought you really
wanted to see me.

I did.

Save it!

All right?

It's just like
when we were kids.

You still have that
disapproving look

on your face, so disappointed!

I was always the one in trouble,
little Rita the perfect!

Look, that is not fair.

I had to ask you the question.

Look, you said you weren't
there, so you weren't there.

Why don't we just forget about,
and we can start over again,

all right?

No.

It's too late.

We're strangers.

And maybe we always have been.

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

Yeah, Sergeant Lance.

Yeah, go ahead.

Patch him through.

Yeah, hi.
This is Sergeant Lance.

I'm working on
the Garvey murder.

Beautiful.

Great.

Jeremy, Jeremy, you gotta
go profile for me, buddy.

Profile.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Let's go.
That's it.

[sighs]

Makeup!

MAN: Yeah?

Makeup, would you do
something with his eye?

The bruise is screaming at me.

Today?

I'm dying here!
- Excuse me.

I'm-- uh, I'm looking
for Jeremy McGray.

And who might you be?

We're running very late.

There's not time to chat.

I don't think this
is gonna take too long.

You know, I never bought
that walked into a door bit.

A fight, yes?

Over some woman?

No, no, no.

Please, don't bore
me with the details.

There, Mr. Black Eye!

If you're gonna arrest
him, would you just let

me finish this roll, please?

That's, uh, some eye
you got there, Mr. McGray.

Yeah, I ran into a door.

Yeah, I heard.

That happened at
Lorraina Garvey's house

night before last?

You lost me.

Listen, I'll try not to
go too fast for you here.

See, one of the assistants
in your agency's office

said she saw you and Lorraina
leave a night shoot together,

and she saw you kissing
in the parking lot.

So?

So that makes you a real
good suspect in a murder.

She give you that black eye
trying to fight you off?

Yeah, I bet forensics
would be real good placing

you at the murder scene.

Why don't we-- uh,
why don't we just go

ahead and finish this downtown?

Go ahead and put your
hands behind your back.

Wait a second.

Don't you wanna give
me a chance here?

All right, we were together.

But then her boyfriend shows
up all drunk and crazy.

He did this to me.

Oh, that bastard.

Anyway, I split.

He stayed there.

Why didn't you
come forward when you

found out she'd been killed?

I'm married, and the
lady is not only my wife,

she's my agent.

What was the boyfriend's name?

Well, if I cooperate with you,
you'll leave my name out of it?

If you don't, you're
gonna go to jail.

And I'll bet you make
some horny convict's

day in a very big way.

CAPT. LIPSCHITZ:
So word reaches me

that you've requested
a warrant for one

Michael Ferraro's domicile.

I can assume that he is
number one on your dance card?

Uh, yeah, it's starting
to look that way.

Based on what?

Well, based on the fact that
he had a prior relationship

with the victim, that he
claims was all business

but witnesses contradict that.

I can put him at the scene
the night of the murder.

He was drunk.
He was violent.

He walked in on the
victim while she

was having sex with this guy.

He proceeded to
punch the guy out.

Then he chased him off,
and then he stayed behind.

I also can match his
car to the description

a neighbor gave us of a
car that left the house

about the time of the murder.

Hm.

And Ferraro's got a couple
of bubbles for assault

on his record.

I checked!

You two were raised in
the same foster home.

He was like a brother to you.

[chuckling]

There is no way you could
have checked all that, Captain.

What, did Chris tell you?

Yeah, from his bed of pain.

You know, I'm a little hurt that
you didn't tell me yourself,

Rita.

What, you were afraid I'd
pull you off the case?

Well, I should, you know.

Hey, wouldn't it
be easier for you?

But easy doesn't
make it right, Cap.

I mean, if I pass this
on to the new team,

they may not look
further than Michael.

I mean, you know the drill.

Bust your primary suspect,
investigation over,

case closed.

If I bust Michael, it's
because I know he's guilty.

[doorbells rings]

Hi.

Palm Beach Police.

Is Michael Ferraro here?

No, he's at work.

We have a warrant to
search the premises.

So.

I'll have to call Mr. Ferraro.

Well, I think that
would be a good idea.

He might wanna join us here.

MICHAEL: Hey, what in the hell
do you think you're doing?

You be careful with
that equipment.

Any damage, and I'll sue
your damn department.

Well, sis, you
enjoying yourself?

Michael, I think
we ought to talk.

Over here, come on.

No, we'll talk right here.

Fine, if that's
what you want it.

What's it gonna take
to get you off my back?

An alibi?

Fine, then question
Denise, my assistant.

I was with her the night
Lorraina was killed, all night.

You know, I don't
believe you could

even think that I would be
mixed up in something like this!

You know what, Michael?

There is a lot about this
case I don't believe.

You, for openers.

Now, if you just had a
business relationship

with Lorraina Garvey, why do
you have a key card to her gate?

Bet you have a key to
her house too, don't you?

Fine.

We were involved.

Is that what you wanna hear?

All I want to hear
from you is the truth.

You're in a deep
hole here, Michael.

And every lie digs it
a little bit deeper.

Why didn't you get
rid of the key card?

You had to know it was
gonna incriminate you.

I was drunk.

I thought I lost it.

I wanna know why you lied
to Rita in the first place.

Why not just tell the truth?

How would that
have sounded, huh?

I was there that night.

Jeremy heard me threaten her.

My job would have
vaporized if word got

out that I was seeing Lorraina.

Your job is the
last thing that you

need to worry about right now.

A security gate card ain't
exactly a bloody glove, pal.

SGT. LANCE: Just cool
it, Michael, all right?

SGT. LORENZO: You were
obsessed with Lorraina Garvey.

She dumped you.

You got drunk.

You went over to her place.

You surprised her in
bed with another man,

and you flipped out.

OK, fine!

I'm guilty.

I was in love with her.

If Jeremy wants to press
charges, then write me up.

But that's as far as it goes.

She was alive when I left.

Denise will back me up.

She was willing to lie about
you being with her that night.

She'll lie about
anything you tell her.

She is not a credible
witness, Michael.

When Jeremy left, you slapped
Lorraina around, didn't you?

Real tough guy,
slapping around a--

Sit in this chair!

Guess she's a little
tougher than you're used to.

Ugh.

You stay.

Ah, man.

You mind staying
in there with him?

Thanks.

You OK?

Yeah.

Get a football, we'll play
a little game of touch.

So what do you think?

Hm, took the words
right out of my mouth, Zo.

Well, he has admitted to
having a thing with her.

He admitted to smacking Jeremy
around that night at her house.

So he kills her
in a jealous rage.

Well, he's certainly
got the edge for it.

He's also got a blown alibi.

His assistant was
gonna lie for him.

Sounds very solid to me.

Why don't youse talk to Donovan?

You guys, something about
this does not add up for me.

I mean, the suit
does not fit him.

'Cause you don't want it to.

You're too close.

The smart move now is
to pull you off this

and put somebody on this
who can make this case.

It's mine, Captain.

OK, then put your personal
feelings aside and sew this up!

Here you go.

Thank you.

[sighs]

OK.

So Jeremy and Lorraina were
having an oil party that night

when Michael found them, right?
- Mm-hm.

But I found the plastic
sheets in the sink

in the laundry room.

So she put fresh
linens on the bed.

She took a bath, and then
put on a fresh nightie

before she crawled into bed.

She was asleep when
she was stabbed.

So Michael went someplace
else and stewed for a while,

got fired up and went back.

You know what?

I don't buy it.

I mean, Michael always
had a dangerous temper.

I mean, if it was
a crime of passion

and he went off in
a wild rage, maybe.

But cold and
calculated like that?

No.

I think he's telling the truth.

I think she was still
alive when he left.

I hope you're right, but the
needle points right at Michael.

He's got means,
motive, opportunity.

Only thing we're missing
is the murder weapon.

I'm gonna go through
his phone logs.

And then I'm gonna start
building the framework

to prove that he was obsessed.

Denise, this is
really sweet, but you

don't have to babysit me.

I'll behave.
I promise.

No more drinking.

Michael, I know
what this has done

to you, how it's upset you.

Don't be ashamed
to need someone.

It doesn't make you weak.

Look, let me just
grab a few things.

We'll go to your place,
I'll make you a nice dinner.

Just let me take care of you.

Denise, come on.

We talked about this.

This isn't such a good idea.

Oh, Michael, I want you.

I need you so bad,
just like you need me.

No, I don't need you!

Look, I appreciate
what you did for me.

But I hope you don't think
we're gonna be lovers!

We are lovers.

You belong to me, and
don't you ever forget it.

Not for a minute.

That's it.

I'm outta here.

Don't.

Don't make me go to the police.

You wouldn't want that.

You wouldn't want me to
give 'em the letter opener.

What letter opener?

What the hell are
you talking about?

Your letter opener,
from your desk.

It's got your
fingerprints all over it.

And Lorraina's blood.

Well, it's safe for now.

Where they'll never find it.

Unless you make me
give it to them.

You killed her.

No, darling, you did.

But as long as we're together,
no one will ever know.

And we're gonna be
together forever.

I just got Chris in
to see my chiropractor.

He'll straighten him out.

You should pardon
the expression.

Ah.

Whoa.

[sighs]

What?

Look at all these
calls to the same number.

It must be hers, huh?

Yeah.

He made over 100 calls
to her home and office

the week of her death.

All hours of the night and
day, right up into the time

she was murdered.

Look at this.

He even called her
from his car phone.

It should make nice ammunition
for the prosecution, huh?

This is weird.

Hm.

These seem familiar
to you, these numbers?

That's our main line.

Why would he have called
the police station twice?

These-- these calls were made
at the same time I got calls

in the field from witnesses.

One was telling me
about the Corvette.

The other one was telling
me about Jeremy McGray.

I thought you checked out
the neighbor who phoned in.

I could never get
in touch with her.

I thought maybe I
transposed a number.

The one I called
was a disconnect.

So if that one was bogus--

Atlantic Sky Models.

How may I help you?

SGT. LANCE (ON PHONE):
Hi, Amy Collier, please.

Amy Collier?

Yeah, um, she
gave me this number.

It's important that
I speak with her.

I'm sorry, but Miss Collier
hasn't been with the agency

for about six months.

OK, Thank you very much.

This whole thing
is a set-up, Cap.

Someone's been trying
to hand us Michael

Ferraro on a silver platter.

I'll ride with you.

This is crazy.

Don't you see that?

You need help.

You're what I need, Michael.

What I've always needed.

I'll be good for you.

Why couldn't you
see me, Michael?

I was right there beside
you all day, every day,

and you didn't see me.

You only had eyes for Lorraina.

That whore is dead now.

It's just you and me.

Am I so hard to look at?

So hard to see?

When you passed out
in my arms that night

after she'd broken your
heart one more time,

I knew what I had to do.

And you gave me the chance.

I used your car, your card
key to her gate, your key

to her house.

You made it so easy for me.

Tipped your sister towards
you with a couple of calls,

left the gate card
where they'd find it.

You crazy bitch.

Oh, don't worry, sweetheart.

They've just enough to
suspect, not enough to convict.

The letter opener
would be all they need.

But they'll never
get it, will they?

Oh!

Fine, be that way.

You'll get over it.

[knocking on door]

Hi, is Michael around?

He really hasn't been
answering his phone.

No, he called me from the car.

He asked me to stay late.

He's expecting a delivery.

He wants me to wait.

Did he say where he was going?

He was on his way here.

He should have been
here an hour ago.

They were gonna drop
by her place first,

but they should've
been here by now.

Is he with Denise Ryan?

Yeah, she picked him
up from the police.

Listen, if he calls you,
tell him to give me a call.

It's an emergency, OK?

OK.

Everything's OK?

Yeah, I hope so.

Michael, look at me.

Here comes the bride,
all dressed in white.

[humming]

[phone ringing]

Don't you love it?

My great grandmother wore it
on her wedding day in 1905.

Dance with me.

Take me in your arms,
and all our problems

will melt away, lover.

Um, it's bad luck to see the
bride before the wedding.

But you're a bad boy.

You like breaking the rules.

Dance with me.

Dance with me!

Nah, it just keeps ringing.

Why do you think she'd
set him up like this?

I think obsession pushes
people over the edge, Cap.

Probably gonna find
out she's been in love

with Michael the
whole time, but he's

been in love with Lorraina.

Denise probably killed her
just to get her out of the way.

Well, it works for me.

The frame could be
a way of keeping

him close, make him frightened
and more open to her, huh?

[phone ringing]

Hm, see how nice this is?

This'll be our song.

We'll dance to it
at our wedding.

- Denise, listen to me.
- Shut up.

Just listen to me.

This can't work.

You can't blackmail me.

I don't wanna hear this.

Just shut up!

You'll do what I say!
- I don't think so.

I think I'll take my
chances with the cops.

No, you won't.

You're mine.

Would you rather be
dead than be with me?

It's your choice.

You wouldn't kill me.

Oh, yeah.

First you, and then me.

We'll be together forever.

[car drives up]

No!

[knocking on door]

Michael, Miss Ryan,
it's Sergeant Lance!

CAPT. LIPSCHITZ: He's facing
us, and she's right behind him.

She might have
a gun on his back.

Why don't we buy him some time?

They must have gone
over to his place.

Why don't we check there?

Don't turn around.

Drop the gun.

[click]

Don't make me kill you.

I just wanted him to love me.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Looks like you saved
my butt one more time.

Cap?

Hm, nice your friend Eric?

No, Michael Ferraro.

Whoa.

There should be a box of
chocolates with those.

Maybe even a nice fur
coat, a diamond ring.

Come on.

Any other cop was working
this case, he'd be on his way

to the joint for life.

That was a good call, Rita.

Thanks, Captain.

So, um, Chris is late, huh?
You heard from him?

Oh, he's seeing my
chiropractor again.

The man's a wizard.

He's a witch doctor!

Oh, this man stuck needles
everywhere in my back.

Ouch.

Here, let me help you.
Come on.

Hey, hey, hey.

You'll be amazed at
how quick you recover.

Come on, trust me.

Acupuncture is a
wonderful thing.

Can a billion people be wrong?

I'm never gonna
paint for you again.

Cap, uh, could you help me
finish painting my kitchen.

Now, Cap, come on.

What kind of friend
would say no?

I mean--

A smart one.

Bye-bye.

Hah!

Great.

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