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[beep]

[phone ringing]

Hold that thought.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Leave me alone, you jerk!

What was that?

Nothing.

Forget it.

[phone ringing]

Sorry.

[phone ringing]

What do you want?

MAN ON PHONE: I know
what scares you.

Gina?

What's going on?

Some guy-- he
keeps calling me.

I had my number changed,
but he's found it again.

It's probably some frat geek.

They're always pulling
crap like that.

Don't worry.

Nobody's going to get
you while I'm here.

Except me.

Roger, don't.

Not right now.

I can't.

[clattering]

Oh my god!

What was that?

Wait, don't leave me here alone!

Roger?

Oh my god, Roger.

Oh my god.

[screaming]

What are you doing?

I'm sorry!

I-- I forgot my keys, and I
didn't want to bother you guys.

Oh my god.

You scared the hell out of us.

I'm sorry.

Are-- are you going to
hit me with that thing?

Alexa, that guy--

he just called again.

You sure it was the same guy?

I'm positive.

[phone ringing]

Oh, god.

Hello?

MAN ON PHONE: I know
what scares you.

[dialtone]

[theme music]

Don't let those ambulance
chasers push you around.

Never have, and
never will, Captain.

Hello, people.

What's up?

I am stuck prepping
the Costanza case

all week long with Donovan.
- Ah.

Sounds like fun.
- Yeah.

Thrill a minute.
- Mhm.

Yeah, I'm going to fill in.

There's that Caribbean
flu that's going around.

We're a little
shorthanded this week.

Yeah, tell us about.

Well, I guess missing a
few days' work is nothing

in the cause of justice, huh?

You could save yourself
some time, shoot a lawyer.

You're so funny.

[laughter]

See ya, guys.

Yeah.

See ya, Rita.

Yeah.

So, looks like I'm your
partner this week, huh?

Great.

Oh, uh, you got a call.

Uh, Rick Faraday,
one on one, 10:00.

Basketball on taxpayer time?

Yeah.

Do me a favor.

Cover with the captain for me.

I am the captain.

Wrong.

You're my partner, remember?

I'm sensing a conflict
of interest here.

- Hey, Randy.
- What's up?

Oh, hey.

Excuse us.

Are you a cop?

Last time I looked.
Yeah.

What can I do for you?

Well, I've been getting these
very threatening phone calls.

Yeah, I'll tell
you what to do.

Go back to those double
doors, hang a left,

and talk to the desk officer.

NO, we've already talked
to the desk officer,

and he couldn't help us.

Did he take a report?

No.

A report isn't going to help.

We've got to have
somebody catch this guy.

He's dangerous.

Look, ladies, I'd love to
help, but I'm in homicide.

Wait-- wait--

so what you're saying
is, like, one of us

has to get killed before
you can do something?

Look, I know how
scary this can be.

No, you don't.

You don't.

I've been going through
this for a month now.

The phone company put
a trap on my line.

That didn't help.

He's been using
a cellular phone.

Look, I've even had
my number changed,

and somehow he's found it again.

It sounds like
somebody who knows you.

No.

We're talking about
a maniac here.

We don't know any maniacs.

Let's go, Alexa.

I told you we'd
get the run around.

Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Come on, hot shot.

Come on, champ.

Come on, coach.

Come on.

Let me see your bet.

Oh!

Sweet!

Nice D, coach.

[inaudible]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- You teach that to your girls?
- Easy.

I'm gonna show you
something really sweet.

Come on.
Come on.

Really sweet.

Come on, man.

So sweet, they call me sugar.

Oh, bingo!

Dial up your insulin, home boy.

I got your insulin.

All right, take the ball out.

- Take this.
- All right, try this.

It's your ball.

Take it out.

For the man
always losing balls.

Well, that's OK.

You have enough to
spare for both of us.

- Liz, how you doing?
- Hi.

Good to see you.

Yeah, you too.

A little sweaty.

I'm stressed out
as usual, but good.

- You look great.
- Thanks.

You, too.

Well, she always had a
thing for hot, sweaty men.

Married you, didn't I?

So have they
made you a partner

yet in that law firm of yours?

No, not unless I
sleep with the boss.

So what brings you down
to the salt pits, honey?

I just need you to
sign these loan papers.

We're building a new house
right near Lighthouse Point.

That's nice.

Pricy neighborhood.

I don't know why they need
me to sign these papers.

You're the one
who's paying for it.

So-- is there anything else?

No.

Just that I won't
be home for dinner.

I'm working late.

Fine.

Would you like me to put
something on the stove?

No, that's OK.

I'll pick something up
on the way to the office.

Nice seeing you, Chris.

You too, Liz.

Everything OK with you two?

Yeah.
Just leave it alone, all right?

It's your ball.
Let's go.

- Yeah.
- Pick it up.

My ball.

Can you believe those cops?

I swear, the whole system is
set up to protect the criminals

from their victims.

I don't like to think
of myself as a victim.

Well, sorry, but I
mean, what does it take

to get a little protection?

Can we please talk
about something else?

Yeah, come on,
Lexi, give it a rest.

OK.

Hey, Jeff, how about
that Dolphins game?

No, no, no.

No, there'll be no discussion
of football in this house.

Men who watch
football, and the women

who resent them, next on Oprah.

It's burger time.

You're so funny.

Excellent.

Did you get the salt?

Yep.

[phone ringing]
- I'll get--

I got it.

Hello?

MAN ON PHONE: I know
what scares you.

Oh, my god.

It was the guy again.

Uh, come on, Tina.

Don't you think you're getting
a little bit psycho about this?

You don't get it, do you?

This is really scary.

It's probably
some pathetic loser,

just getting his jollies.

You don't know that.

Why are you getting so bent
over a few lousy phone calls?

Hey, come on, Rog,
give her a break.

It's not just the calls.

I mean, she doesn't know
who or where this guy is.

No.

Maybe Roger's right.

Maybe it's silly
to get so afraid.

This guy probably is
just some sicko who gets

off on other people's fear.

He likes scaring you.

He's doing a hell of a job.

That's exactly what he wants.

Well, I'm not going
to give it to him, then.

Good for you.

Let's eat, shall we?

Oops.

Hey, Liz!

What brings you to
this stolen pit?

Caffeine.

Did you actually eat here?

I wouldn't call it eating.

It was more like refueling.

So you hungry?

Not that hungry.

Actually, I have to head back.

Can I walk with you?

Sure.

Why, just the
smell of that place

reminds me of the
food in college.

Hey, I loved the
food in college,

thoug I don't see
any other benefits.

We were wild, weren't we?

Yeah.

I miss those days sometimes.

Do you ever wonder what
life would have been

like if things had worked out--

differently?

Yeah.

I kick myself often for
having split up with you.

But you know, now I got Jillian.

Chris Lorenzo,
a one woman man?

Who'd have guessed it?

Yeah, I know.

Surprises me, too.

Look, Liz, are we good
enough friends where I could

ask you a personal question?

I hope so.

Rick's been a
little edgy lately.

Is something going
on with you two?

That obvious, huh?

He's been in a funk ever since
I joined this new law firm.

He keeps sniping at me
about the money I make.

How he can't afford this
or that, but his wife can.

I'm getting so
sick of hearing it.

I don't understand why he just
can't relax and enjoy himself.

Well, it's hard for men when
their women make the big bucks.

I went through the same
thing with Jillian.

You know, it's--

I was an idiot for
a while, but then,

eventually, I got over it.

I don't know if I can
hang in there long enough

for him to work through this.

If he ever does.

Why don't you go
see a counselor?

Yeah, right.

He'd never agree to that.

It gets ugly sometimes.

You guys are good together.

Don't give this thing
up without a fight.

You want me to go talk to him?

No.

I don't think you should
get in the middle of it.

But thanks.

You're a real friend.

Gotta run.

See ya.

Bye.

I really appreciate
this, Charlie.

No problem.

Any time you need a walk to
your car, you just let me know.

Why can't all men be
as sweet as you, Charlie?

Not enough desert.

Thank you.

Now, you drive carefully, huh?

I will.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

I know what scares you.

[screaming]

[car horn]

[car horn]

[siren]

I was just talking with her.

Walked her to her car.

I looked in the back, but
I didn't see anything.

All right, don't blame
yourself, because there's

no way you could have known.

Did you see any
suspicious people hanging

out in the library earlier?

No.

We don't permit loitering.

You make regular rounds?

I check the parking
lot every half an hour.

All right, look, we've
got your phone number.

If we need anything
else, we'll call.

She was such a sweet girl.

I-- Damn.

So-- the killer must have
known when the security

guard made his rounds.

That means he'd
been watching her.

Yep.

He knew she'd changed
her phone number,

and when she'd be
at the library.

Somebody who knew
her pretty good.

Another student?

Teacher?

Maybe a friend?

[screaming]

My god!

Oh, my-- Tina!

Tina!
Tina?

Oh, my god, Tina.

Ma'am, it'd be better
if you stayed back.

Tina?

Oh, my god.

I knew-- I knew when
she didn't come home,

and I saw the lights--

and her car.

You?

You're-- you're the one
who wouldn't help her.

Oh, my god.

Oh, is this enough for you
now, mister homicide cop?

Or should she still go
see the desk sergeant?

I think she's
going into shock.

Oh, my-- oh, my god.

It's all your fault
that she's dead.

She died because of you!

What?

Victim's roommate.

Roger Barrows?

Yeah.

That's right.

Sergeant Lorenzo,
Palm Beach Homicide.

Oh, yeah.

The helpful cop.

I stayed up all last
night with Alexa.

She told me all about you.

Look, I'm going to
be late for class.

Class can wait.

I need to ask you a
couple of questions.

Try to make it fast.

How long did
you and Tina date?

Not long.

She transferred in from
Michigan about three months ago.

Said she couldn't take
another winter there.

Was she ever involved
with anybody else?

No.

She was too busy
with her studies.

She never went out much, except
for maybe to the library.

I don't think she
hung with anybody,

except for me, Alexa, and Jeff.

Who's Jeff?

Alexa's boyfriend.

When the two of dated, did
you ever have any big arguments,

any big fights?

What kind of question is that?

Routine.

Yeah, well, the
way it came across,

it sounds like you're
thinking of me as a suspect.

I'm just trying to
eliminate you as one.

Look, I'm gonna
be late for class.

Answer the question.

Did you two fight?

Sometimes.

Nothing heavy.

Just, you know,
the way couples do.

Right.

Where were you last
night, around 10:30?

At home, studying physics.

Anybody see you?

Take any calls?

No.

And no.

Not an airtight alibi, is it?

Sorry, I didn't
know I needed one.

Anything else?

No.

No.

I am sorry about your loss.

Yeah.

Whatever.

Hey.

What do you want?

Just came by to see
how you were doing.

I can't stand to
be inside anymore.

Everything reminds me of Tina.

If there's anything I can
do for you-- anything at all--

You're a little late.

It's OK, Jeff.

- You Lorenzo?
- Yeah.

All the cops in
Palm Beach, they

pick you to work this case.

Luck of the draw, I guess.

Well, shouldn't you
disqualify yourself

for your personal involvement?

You watch too much TV, Jeff.

Come by to soothe your
guilty conscience, huh?

Come on, Jeff.

Leave it alone.

It's all right.

I feel terrible about
what happened to Tina.

The only thing I can do is
find out who killed her,

and I need your help for that.

I'm sorry.

This just isn't a good time.

Alexa, don't you
want to stop this guy

before he hurts somebody else?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

MAN ON PHONE: I know
what scares you.

Oh my god.

It's him.

It's him.

Oh, my god.

Can you stop him
from hurting her?

I want you to think
about getting out

of town for a couple of weeks.

At least until we find this guy.

Is that your idea of help?

I can't leave.

What about school, and my life,
and my job, and my family--

my whole life is here.

Then I'm gonna insist you
get 24 hour police protection.

Why should she be the
one that's punished here?

I don't know how else to help.

You want to help?

Get out of here,
and find the guy.

Look down below!

There you go.

Look back-- to the middle.

To the middle.
To the middle.

All right, ladies.
Take the shot.

Take the shot.

Yes!

Defense, ladies!
[whistle]

That was good.

That was good.

It's not good enough to win
state, but we're getting there.

All right, I would like
everyone here tomorrow at 3:00.

That means stretched
and ready to go at 2:45.

No one is to be late.

All right?

That was a great practice.
Let's go on three.

Ready?
- 1, 2, 3.

[exclamation]

All right, everybody
get home safe.

Looking good, ladies.

Hey.

Hey.

I taught 'em
everything I know.

You taught 'em
everything you know?

Careful.
Don't let 'em hear that.

Yeah.

Listen, Rick, I want to
talk to you about something.

But you gotta-- you gotta
promise not to punch me out.

Oh, you're not going to
come on to me, are you?

Not in my worst nightmare.

Good.

Then fire away.

Yeah.

Look, uh-- everything
cool with you and Liz?

Sure.

Why do you ask?

Just thought I picked up a
vibe between the two of you

the other day.

Well, maybe you're, uh--

maybe you're being
overly sensitive?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe, but-- look, I
think I know what's going.

See, I happen to be involved
with a woman whose income makes

mine look like pocket change.

So?

What's your point?

Well, just--

I had to realize I was never
going to match up in the cash

department, but that I
had some other things

to offer that money can't buy.

A manly physique?

No, definitely, but--

but some other things, too.

Yeah, well, it's a little
different when you're married.

Come on, man.

It can't be that different.

Sure it is.

When you realize that your wife
is going to make more in a week

than you do in an entire year?

It's not until things
change, or for now.

So what?

So it's a hard
fact to swallow.

What about the fact
that Liz is going

to love you no matter what?

Yeah?

For how long?

Don't kid yourself, man.

Money matters.

It's this invisible
yardstick that people

always use to measure the
guy standing in front of you.

Nobody will admit to
it, or talk about it.

So don't kid yourself.

It's always there.

I can't believe you, man.

Come on.

In college, you were
always the idealist.

When did money start
meaning so much to you?

When I left school, and I
woke up in the real world,

and my wife started
leaving me behind.

That's not the way it is.

How long before
she starts comparing

me to the men in
her world, and she

sees that I don't measure up?

A month?

A year?

With Liz?

I'd say it'll be forever.

Nothing is forever.

Oh, OK, so that means I have
the rest of my life to wonder

when she's going to bail on me?

This is no way to live, man.

I think you oughta
talk to somebody.

You know, what--
don't you have

anything else better to do, than
poke your face into my life?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Uh-- forget it.

Sorry.

That's it.

Mm.

That's it.

Let Dr. Jeff rid of
all that tension.

Just let it melt
away, under my hands.

I'm going to make you
forget everything.

It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Just let it all out.

Let it all out.

Let it all out.

Yes.

I know what scares you.

[scream]
- What?

What did you say?

Uh--

What did you say?

It was-- it was just a joke.

A little twist on the heat.

No, it was beyond sick.

Totally nuts?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean anything by it.

Now, you gotta believe me.
- No.

Get away from me.

Get away from me!

I want you to leave right now.

Get out!

No, no, get away from me!

Alexa, don't
treat me this way!

Don't--

[glass shattering]

Alexa!

Please!

Hey, Sam.

Hey.

Hey-- what did you get?

Well, forensics on
Tina Spencer's car

came up with five hairs.

They pulled them off the
floorboard of the back seat.

Short, dirty blonde.

Definitely not the victim's.

Doesn't mean
they're the killers.

Doesn't mean they're not.

What's this?

Hey.
- Hi.

Can we talk?
- Yeah.

Absolutely.

Uh, let's have a seat.

Alexa Tanner, I'd like
you to meet my partner.

This is-- this is Rita Lance.

Hi.

I'm real sorry
about your friend.

Um-- we kind of got
off to a bad start.

Don't worry about it.

Um-- I'm real confused.

Something really weird
happened last night.

And I don't know who to talk to.

You can talk to us.

I don't know.

I'm probably overreacting.

What's on your mind?

I was with Jeff
last night, and we

were making love, and he--

he-- he put his hand over
my mouth, and he said,

I know what scares you.

Just like the
guy on the phone?

Exactly like the
guy on the phone.

You know, maybe he was
joking, but it was so sick.

So then what happened?

I freaked.

I locked myself in the bathroom,
I told him to get out, and--

I don't know.

Just-- the way that he said it?

I was scared.

I told him to get out,
but he hung around

until 4:00 in the morning.

I don't know.

I think I overreacted.

No, you didn't.

You just lost your best friend.

What Jeff did was not funny.

You had every right
to react that way.

Do you think Jeff
could've had anything

to do with these phone calls?

I-- I don't know how.

I mean, the last couple
of times the guy called,

Jeff was with me.

Yeah, like the
other afternoon.

I was there, too.

I just have this--

creepy feeling.

Like-- like it can't be
him, but maybe it is?

I don't know.

So how much do you
know about Jeff's past?

Um-- He's--

he's from a rich
family from Virginia.

His mother's dead, and his--

his dad's in Europe
a lot on business.

I don't know.

Jeff's not real talkative
on that subject.

Do you know where Jeff was the
night that Tina was murdered?

Well, he-- he said that
he was at the movies.

You know, that old art
house on Baker Street?

He goes there a lot.

At least, that's
what he told me.

You got a picture of Jeff?

Oh.

Yeah.

Short, dirty blonde hair.

Tina, is there a place you
can stay for a couple of days?

At least till we
check this guy out?

Yeah.

My parents' house, I guess.

OK.

Why don't you do that?

I'll get the phone
number on the way out.

I'll walk you out, OK?

Thanks.

Sure.

See ya, partner.

See ya.

Right there is the
sunken living room.

Over there is the dining room,
next to our huge kitchen.

And right here will be a
gigantic picture window.

What do you think?

I think if it makes
you happy, it's OK by me.

That's it?

That's your reaction?

This is our dream house.

No, this is your dream house.

Let's see, I can
contribute about

1/10 the cost of this house.

I'll tell you what, maybe I
can go for the guest bathroom.

That's what I could-- no,
no, you go with the fixtures.

I can't do that.

Let's go with the chimney.

That's what I could afford.

You're being ridiculous.

No I'm not, Liz.

I can't compete in
your world anymore.

I never asked you to.

Here we go.

Poor Rick.

Don't you get bored
feeling sorry for yourself?

I know I sure as hell do.

I love you.

And I know you love me.

Why isn't that enough anymore?

You recognize him?

Sure, I know this guy.

He's in here all the time.

Seems like a nice guy.

Kind of goofy sometimes.

In what way?

Oh, you know, he's always
got some dumb comment

about the movies.

Like I'm the one that
decides what we show.

Or like, the film's
scratched, or something.

I mean, what does he expect?

We show old movies here.

Right.

Was he in here the
night before last?

Say, between 10:00 and midnight?

Let's see-- what
were we showing?

Oh, yeah, it was
Hitchcock night.

10:00 show.

"Psycho."

He was definitely here.

You sure about that?

Yeah, he loves that one.

I don't like the
scary ones, so he

teases me about it sometimes.

He tease you that night?

Yeah.

He filled his mouth full of
ketchup and made a scary face,

and let it drip down his chin.

Like, I'm so terrified, right?

What a kidder.

Well, he's kind of
goofy, like I said.

So he was in here at 10:00?

You happen to see him leave?

No.

Oh, I had to work
the box office.

We were showing
the "Rocky Horror

Picture Show" at midnight.

It gets really crazy.

Of course, he could have
gone out the back exit.

Thanks.

Yeah, what was the
disposition on that one?

Uh-huh?

Great.

OK.

Anything else?

OK, thanks.

Well, you will never
guess what I got.

Mr. Priot's a mile
long on Jeff Chadwick?

Yeah, pretty much.

How did you know?

That's what any good
partner would've done.

Mm.

Hasn't been in any trouble since
the family moved to Florida,

but has been in and out
of psychiatric treatment,

and was quite the
probation poster

boy back home in Virginia.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Listen to this--

trespassing, fined and released.

Breaking and entering,
case dismissed.

Vandalism, father paid
restitution, charges dropped.

Expelled from Blackport
School in Richmond

for stalking and threatening
a female teacher.

Later arrested for
violating a restraining

order in connection
with the same teacher,

placed on probation.

None of the cases
ever went to trial.

The kid never served
a day in jail.

Might be time to
change all that.

Why?

What did you get?

I talked to a
witness who can place

him at the theater at 10:00
the night of the murder.

Not one person saw him leave.

Ah.

Which still leaves the time
of the murder unaccounted for.

I say we pick him
up, run it by him.

No, no, no, no.

The only thing we have to
tie this kid to the murder

is a piece of hearsay
from a hysterical witness

who was in a state of
extreme emotional duress.

And five short,
dirty blonde hairs.

Which would be enough
to bring him in so we

could take a comparison sample.

I will bet you, C notes
to singles, that they match.

There he is, Cap.

[siren]

Jeff, hold it!

Hey, guys, I'm getting hungry.

What's for dinner around here?

By the time you
get down to lockup,

it'll probably be cold
mystery meat sandwiches.

Can't wait.

Why are you guys
holding me here?

Where's my lawyer?

You made your call.

We have no control
over when he shows up.

In the meantime, we'd like to
ask you a couple of questions.

Bag that.

I got nothing to say
till my lawyer gets here.

Just to give you
something to think about,

we pulled a couple of
hairs off your sweatshirt.

They were compared to
hairs found in Tina's

car the night of the murder.

Guess what?

They match.

Go figure.

[knocking]

Not a moment too soon.

Liz, what are you doing here?

They told me I'd
find my client here.

Your client?

Right.

You made bail for
that little bastard?

I had to, Chris.
It's my job.

Maybe you should pick
your clients a little more

carefully, because I am telling
you that this kid is dangerous.

Look, I didn't ask for this.

I work for a full service firm.

His father happens to be one of
our biggest corporate clients.

How did he make bail?

Wasn't all that hard.

You guys really
don't have a case.

This kid freaked
out on his girlfriend,

and when we tried
to bust him, he ran.

He's got a history of
psychiatric problems,

he's been on probation
for stalking before,

and his alibi is shaky at best.

Now, what do you call that?

Circumstantial and hearsay.

You can't disprove
his alibi, and you

have no physical evidence
tying him to the murder.

We found his hair
in the victim's car!

Oh, come on, Chris.

Those kids were friends.

They hung out together.

They double dated all the time.

And besides, you were
there with Jeff and Alexa

when the guy called.

Now, you tell me, how could
he have been in two places

at once?

I don't know.

But I do know that he
killed Tina Spencer.

And so do you.

I know nothing of the sort.

Besides, you'd still have
to prove it in court.

What are you going
to do if this guy goes

back and finishes off Alexa?

How are you going to
live with yourself?

Please, can't we keep
this from getting personal?

This is personal.

You're letting a killer go free.

I'm sorry, Chris.

It's just my job.

Come on.

Out on you.

No, you touched it last.

- It hit your hand.
- Bull.

It's my ball.
- Yeah?

Take it.
- No, you take it.

All right, I got it.
- Come on.

Come on.

Charge.

- I am--
- No basket.

Charging.

I am sick and tired of
your tickety tack crap.

You know, your attitude's
something above me, man.

Yeah.
- Well, ask me if I give a damn.

You wanna tell me
what's going here?

- Why don't you tell me?
- The truth?

I'm pissed off at your wife.

My wife?

Your wife.

She sprung a guy from jail
today that belongs in a cage.

You always get this twisted
up over defense lawyers?

I expected a
little more from Liz.

I didn't think she'd
sell out her principles

because this kid's dad is
some high powered client.

What do you expect her to do?

Tank on the case, get
fired or disbarred just

to keep you happy?

This kid terrorized
a woman for months,

and then he cut her throat.

Now, I want you to tell me--

what kind of a person
allows an animal like that

back out on the street?

- It's her job, Chris.
- Yeah?

Well, her job sucks.

I'm gonna forget you did that.

Yeah?

I won't.

No, but I--

let me call you back.

Lorenzo, what's up?

I'm gonna nail him, Cap.

Easy.

No, he's guilty, and
he's out there right now,

trying to figure out
how to do it again.

Hey, I'm with you, but we
can't touch him until we come

up with something concrete.

And the phone thing along
would sink us in court.

I disagree.

Five, four, three--

What are you doing?

Two--

[phone ringing]

Go ahead, pick it up.

Put it on the box.

Homicide.

Captain Lipschitz.

CHRIS (RECORDED): Hey,
Captain, this is Chris Lorenzo,

and I want you to know that
I know what scares you.

How'd you do it?

CHRIS (RECORDED): You want
to know how I did it, right?

Simple.

I program voicemail to call,
and leave a prerecorded message.

Bye, now.

Thank you.

No applause necessary.

I also found out
that Jeff Chadwick

subscribes to a phone service
that caters to college kids.

They're running a checking
on his records right now.

I'm headed over there.

Want to go along, partner?
- What, are you kidding?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

JEFF (OVER PHONE): I
know what scares you.

Jeff?

Is that you?

[dialtone]

[phone ringing]

You are killing
your case here.

Do you realize that?

[laughter]

JEFF (OVER PHONE): I really
love watching you undress.

It really turns me on.

All right, here's
the one that went out

the same time I was at Alexa's.

That's not Alexa's number.

That number repeats a lot.

It's a cellular number.

You know, he could
be rounding the call

through his cellular phone,
and call forwarding it

to another number from there.

Does that make
him harder to trace?

Almost impossible.

Unless you caught
him in the act.

Here's several calls scheduled
to the same number today.

In fact, there's one
programmed for a couple minutes

from now.

We've configured it
for an intercept.

If he's using call
forwarding, the end number

will come up in our computer.

Liz?

Rick, I am so
glad you're home.

What's going on?

I tried to call you from the
car, and there was no answer.

It's Jeff Chadwick.

He's been calling
here for half an hour.

I think he's here.

[phone ringing]

What do you want?

JEFF: I know what scares you.

I'm coming to get you.

Here comes your number.

That's Liz and Rick's
home phone number.

Right, that's it.

We're calling the cops.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

The line's dead

He cut the line?

Honey, just stay
calm, all right?

Just say calm.

[clattering]

- We have to get out of here.
- Shh.

Just take it easy.

[scream]

Hello, beautiful.

Why are you doing this?

Because I like you, Liz.

My husband-- he needs help.

That is the least
of your worries now.

Please don't hurt me.

I don't want to hurt you,
but you have to be nice to me.

All right.

But not here.

And not on the floor.

Smart girl.

Drop it, Jeff!

I can kill her before
you get off a shot.

I don't think so.

Drop it.

How about a game of chicken?

Count of three,
I cut her throat.

One.

Two.

Now you put it down.

Slowly.

The party's over, kid.

[shouting]

[gunshot]

You all right?

Yeah.

He's still with us.

He's not.

I'll call it in.

Thanks for backing
me up, partner.

Forget about it.

You know, you oughta come
out in the field more often.

Hi.

Rita.

So, how did it go?

It went OK.

At the last minute,
Costanza copped a plea.

Turns out George didn't
need me after all.

Aw, that's too bad.

Well, we certainly
need you here.

Yeah.

I can see that, Cap.

It's as though I
was never even gone.

Just like you left it.

So it would seem familiar
when you came back.

Ah.

Hey.

Hey.

So how's Rick doing?

Well, he's got one
hell of a concussion,

but I think he'll be OK.

Yeah?

So what about him and Liz?

Are they going to be all right?

Yeah, that I don't know.

That doesn't sound
too encouraging.

Well, I gave him
some bogus advice.

I told him it didn't
matter that his wife

made more money than him.
- Yeah, well, you're right.

It doesn't.

Well, it shouldn't,
but it does.

Wait a second, we
talked about this before.

Times have changed.

But they haven't
changed that much.

Every time he goes
out into her world,

Rick is looked down on
by the men in her circle.

I mean, there's the
loser she married.

Guy only pulls
down 30,000 a year.

Yeah, well, those
guys are jerks.

Yeah, but it takes its toll.

Even if he says
it doesn't matter,

it still chips away at
his self-confidence.

Once that's gone, it'll
matter to her, too.

You feel very strongly
about this, don't you?

They're my friends.

So that's all this
is about, right?

Doesn't have anything to
do with you and Jillian?

No.

Nothing at all.

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