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A homicide detective has been shot.

You may hear about it on the news.

But you won't get the truth.

Nothing's what it seems here.

Yeah, that's me.

No wife, no kids, no regrets.

Just one 9mm bullet lodged in my chest.

Let me take you back a few months to where it all started.

This is the little island of Palm Beach,

where everyone has three lives.

Public.

Private.

And secret.

And some of these secrets are whispered

by the best kept lips in the world.

My check tonight, Emilio.

Very good, Mrs. Schofield.

Ellen, hello.

Me and Barbara Bush...

Oh, okay. -

Okay, Michael, time's up.

Enquiring minds wanna know. -

Come on, Michael, go for it, go for it.

- Come on, Michael. - Don't worry about the money.

Gordon left me plenty.

Oh, well.

Come on, Michael, don't disappoint us, come on.

- Come on, honey, you really should. - Make a decision.

-Okay, okay, give me a second. -Okay.

I'm in. All right!

-Oh, yeah. -We need some more champagne.

- Satisfied, all right? Should I make my first speech? - Yes.

Hey, Morgan, wait, wait, wait.

You got something we need.

-I do? What is it? -Yes.

Another round.

Sorry, guys, last call came and went.

Sorry.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, hold it, let me ask you something.

My brother Michael is gonna be running for the State Senate.

All right. -Okay.

Now look at him. Take a good hard look.

Would you vote for this man?

Yeah, why not?

-I'd vote for you, too. -Me?

Well, you lost credibility there.

Hey, how about a vote for me, too?

-Sure, I'm not particular. -Whoa!

She's not particular?

Democracy in action.

This is not my goddam check!

-I'm sorry, sir. -Listen to me.

You come into a pricey joint like this,

you expected to be treated with just a little bit of difference.

Is there a problem here?

What's the hard thing about bringing the right fucking check?

Well, let me see here.

Ah, this is my check.

-Oh, I'm sorry. -Look at these prices.

I don't need some stupid bimbo...

Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're causing a disturbance, sir.

So why don't you just sit down and relax, all right?

That's it, just relax.

And be a man, all right? Leave the girl a 30% tip.

-You all right? -Mmm-hmm.

You are such a stud.

-It's this badge. -No.

Let's go to the club for a nightcap.

We'd love to, but we have a babysitter waiting.

I'll call her and tell her we'll be late.

Like I said, we have a babysitter waiting, so we'll have to pass.

I gotta take a rain check, too.

I have court early in the morning.

Jack, this is a big night for your brother.

Don't disappoint him, come on.

He can take it. I disappoint him all the time.

-Since the day he was born. -See?

I'm disappointed, too.

-Wasn't he a jerk? -Totally.

I'll see you guys later.

-Hey, how you doing? -All right.

Thanks for bailing me out in there.

Oh, it's no problem.

Do me a favor next time, just shoot the guy.

I can do whatever you want.

I can maim him, kill him.

-Painful injury. -That can be arranged.

Good.

Look, can I give you a ride home?

To Ohio? I don't know, it's pretty far.

Well, can I give you a ride to wherever you are going?

Hey, guys, I got a lift. I'll see you later.

Where to?

You decide.

-This is it. -The place you call home.

Well, actually, I'm fixing up a little cabin out in the woods.

- Really? Back to nature, huh? - Back to the wild.

- Trying to get out of town, you know. - Yeah.

Can I get you a drink?

No, no, thanks. But help yourself.

God, you got a lot of old stuff.

I call it classic.

All right. Classic.

Wow, look at this.

Now, you're not growing controlled substances in here, are you?

Only the finest.

- Really? - No, come on, I'm a cop. I can't do that.

And you collect old records? Excuse me, classic records.

They don't even make these anymore.

-Can I try one? -Sure.

Now, how do I work this?

- Here, here, here let me help. - Classic stereo.

No, just very old and it needs a little care, you know, that's all.

-Where did you get all these? -My dad.

He was a trumpet player in a big band.

-Musician, huh? -Yeah.

So where is he now?

I don't know. If he's alive, I'm sure he's playing somewhere.

A loner. Like you?

I don't know, I really don't know. I didn't know the man.

You smell good.

-What is that? -Night Wing.

It's English. It's very hard to find.

Rise and shine.

Time to wake up.

Here, baby, you want some coffee?

No, thanks.

I would like two eggs, over easy,

whole wheat toast and a side of bacon.

We don't have time for that.

-Why? -Well, I gotta be in court.

Did you commit a crime?

Very funny.

-Well, that was lovely. -It was.

And I'm stealing your shirt.

You're under arrest. - Lucky me.

-Call you later. -Bye.

So, okay, last night, right? -True.

They booked a 72-year-old guy for knocking off his wife.

-His wife? -Can you believe that?

He must have been angry.

I mean, why would a guy stay with a woman for 51 years...

- That's a long time. - Then, one day, pick up a baseball bat...

-Aluminum? -Wood.

-Old-timer. -Knocked her clean.

-You don't understand that? -No.

Then again, I've only been married for six years, 11 months and 26 days.

"A dead whore is nothing new.

"Go into court and you'll die too."

- Who wrote this? Minnesota? - I didn't know he could write.

That's bullshit. Come on, let's go.

The fat guy is Rudy Garidi.

Everybody called him Minnesota, after the pool player.

Steve and I had lots of trouble with him in the old days.

Now I was testifying against his brother Tony.

Tony ran a high class escort service

where time was money, and the girls were big time.

Detective Dobson, I wanna show you what has been marked

as state's exhibits number four, five and six.

These photographs were taken about 15 minutes after you arrived on the scene.

Do you recognize who's in the photographs?

Yes, the victim Kimberly Davis.

And would you tell us, please, how you came to arrive on the scene?

I was off-duty at the time having a drink in the hotel bar.

And I saw Tony Garidi enter through the lobby.

I overheard him ask for Kimberly Davis' room, and he went upstairs.

And did you see Mr. Garidi again?

About five minutes later, he came downstairs and left.

What, if anything, happened next?

The hotel manager grabbed me.

He said he discovered a body.

Her name's Kimberly Davis, a call girl.

-Did anybody touch anything? -No, sir.

She'd been stabbed to death with a letter opener.

Do you see the person that you know as Tony Garidi in the courtroom here today?

Yes, I do.

He's sitting right there with the burgundy shirt.

So you think Minnesota wrote the poem?

I think he's stupid enough to,

but I'm not sure he thinks in rhymed couplets.

-My car. -What?

My car! Son of a bitch! My car!

That Minnesota!

That Minnesota fucked up my car, man!

Look at those big chills.

Look at that, the good old Snakepit Bar.

-We got a contingency plan? -Yeah.

We lock him in a room with no food until he talks.

That will take about a minute.

Here, do me a favor.

-What? -Put on a vest.

Damn.

-What? -I only got one.

Well, here, you take it.

You got people who will miss you.

You know, I hear a lot of models hang out here.

You'd know 'em.

-At least we didn't miss happy hour. -Yeah.

-You want a beer? -Yeah.

Two beers.

Hey, you ever got any Rudy Garidi who comes here?

Never heard of him.

No, you don't.

Must be the kitchen.

Minnesota.

You stay right there and you won't get hurt.

-You wanna do the honors? -It's a pleasure.

-Hands up, everybody freeze! -Easy, boys!

- Easy! Easy! - Keep your hands up where we can see them!

Minnesota.

Get off me!

Get... Get off me! Get out of my way!

Do you see him?

Damn it!

Where is he?

Shit!

Get me out of here!

I can't swim!

Got you, sweetheart.

Take the stick, grab the stick, grab the stick! Come on!

Oh, Minnesota's all wet.

Come on, let me help you, let me help you.

Let me help you, that's a boy!

Listen, you son of a bitch!

You left the court while I was on the stand

and then you smashed the shit out of my car!

- I went outside to meet my lawyer! - Bullshit!

That's where I was. Just ask him!

That was my father's car, you asshole!

Did you send him this poem, man? Huh?

I don't believe this! You think I've been writing fuckin' poems?

I wanna call my lawyer!

Happy to see me?

Jesus, Ellen!

I could have blown your brains out!

- I wanted to surprise you. - Well, you did, you did.

-I did, I did. -You did.

Did I mention I'd been sleeping with Ellen Schofield?

We managed to keep it very quiet.

I'm good at that.

Her husband died last year and even though she wore black,

she wasn't exactly a grieving widow.

How was your day in court?

Well, murder trials are never pretty.

Actually, it was a rotten day all around.

Well, sensitive guy doing a macho job.

That's a real turn-on to me.

Everything's a real turn-on to you, Ellen.

How you been?

Eating my heart out because I wasn't with you last night.

Oh, yeah?

-What's that? -What?

Oh, it's... It's a bruise.

Oh, honey.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Ellen! Ellen! What are you doing?

Don't bite it, that hurts.

You think you're so smart, don't you?

Well, not smart but not dumb either.

Let's just say I keep my eyes open.

Where were you last night?

I called you a couple of times.

I, uh...

I unplugged the phone.

Are you gonna unplug the phone tonight?

How's that?

Ladies first.

Gotcha!

Jesus! Don't do that, man!

Don't leave you door open.

What's the matter with your phone?

- I've been trying to call you. - Oh, long story.

-These look very nice. -Thanks.

-Here's your mail. -Thanks.

-Would you like some coffee? -Sure.

Good, make me some, too.

-Happy to do it, Jack. -Thank you.

You make lousy coffee.

Hello.

Another one.

-Steve? -What?

"You only do it to hurt me more.

"Live by your lies, die by my cord."

-More poetry. -Poetry?

That junk's not poetry.

"Live by your lies, die by my cord."

Look at that.

Sealed with a kiss.

Okay, I promise I'll get a car one of these days.

-Yeah, right. -Thank you.

-Drive carefully. -Bye-bye.

-Good night. -Bye.

-Cake time. -Cake time.

Let's go, everybody.

- Cake bearer Nancy, come here. - Let's all come and eat cake.

-Come on. -All right.

-It's great. -Let's gather around here.

-Come on. -Move closer.

Speech!

-Okay, okay! -Speech!

-Pipe down! -Speech!

All right, we wanna hear it. Go for it.

I just wanna thank everybody for coming tonight and...

I'd like to propose a toast to my husband

for giving me seven of the happiest...

Minutes.

-No, Steve, days. -Days?

Days.

Someone's sleeping on the couch tonight.

-Cheers. -All right.

-Hey, tell me how you've been? -Hey, Jack.

Keeping busy since you left the force?

A good PI is never out of work in Palm Beach, Jack.

Yeah, a good one.

What about you?

Who are you working for these days, huh? Come on.

Come on, Jack, why do you think they call it private investigators?

Yeah, all right, all right.

-Hey, good looking, where you been? -Ooh!

Honey, see any hot prospects here tonight?

Besides you? None.

Did he tell you he saw that cute girl from the restaurant?

-The waitress? -The waitress.

Now, what could a woman like that see in a guy like him?

Oh, come on, quit picking on me.

Don't mind him, Jack, he's just jealous.

He's got the seven-year itch.

Well, that I wouldn't know about.

Yeah, you got the seven-day itch, Jack-O.

-She is tough, man. -Yeah.

So seriously.

- How come you didn't bring Morgan? - She's working late.

Until when? She'll wait up for you, Jack. I know the type.

Yeah? You'd like to know the type.

You shouldn't be thinking that way on your anniversary, boy.

Hey, you can read the menu without ordering.

Happy Anniversary, Steve.

-You can? -Yeah, I can.

Hey, Steve.

Yo.

Didn't get your beauty sleep last night, Jack?

Hey, you don't look so hot yourself.

A little too much anniversary waltz?

-No comment. -No comment?

Good morning, gents, don't get too comfortable.

We got a fresh one in West Palm. Just came in.

Come on, boys, let's go here!

-Yeah, okay. -Let's go, let's go!

- Hey, Jack, come on. - All right, take it easy.

Jack.

Jack, what's the matter? What's going on?

Jack.

Damn it!

Great.

Well, we can forget about Minnesota. He's locked up.

And his lawyer confirmed his story anyway.

All right.

Look, Jack.

I know this is rough, but did she make a...

A habit of walking around in the raw?

- How should I know? - Well, it's kind of weird.

Well, we can't find the clothes that she might have been wearing last night.

I can't help you there, Steve.

Okay.

Is this shirt yours? We found it in there.

She took it from me.

Let's make a hole. Let him get through here, guys.

-That's the murder weapon. -Thanks.

"Die by my cord."

Emilio, did you see her leave last night?

She went out with the other girls at the end of the night.

They always go home together.

Did you see her talking to any particular customer?

Say, in the parking lots? Somebody watching her maybe?

We were very busy last night. I didn't notice.

One more thing.

Do you know what she was wearing?

Yeah, a black vest and a black skirt.

-They leave their jacket here. -Okay.

-How long did you know her? -Not long.

Were you seeing anybody else?

Detective Dobson, were you seeing anyone else?

Yeah, for about four months.

And did this person know about Morgan?

I don't know. It's not, like, I was tied down to her.

Anyway, she's not the jealous type.

Every woman's the jealous type, Jack.

Okay.

What about Morgan?

Jilted lover? Ex-boyfriend? Something like that?

I don't know. I found those posters on the wall in her bedroom

from the Squeeze Club. Signed, "Love, Russ."

Check it out.

Hey, Jack.

-Smarten up. -Yeah, right.

Wow. Look at this.

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm getting old and I look like a cop?

- Because you are and you do. - Well, thank you.

Hi, how are you doing? - Good.

Look, you know a guy named Russ? Played in a band here?

Hung out with a girl named Morgan?

-The babe from Emilio's? -Yeah.

- Can you tell me where the guy is? - Yeah, he went on tour.

He'll be back next month. Russ. Russ Collins.

Where is he touring?

Holland, Denmark, you know, somewhere over there.

When did he leave?

Man, they've been gone forever. At least a couple of months.

-All right. -Damn.

Okay, the lipstick on the envelope is Yves St. Laurent Ruby Red.

Let's see, here we go.

Same as on the girl's mouth.

Wait, you're saying the poet and the murderer are the same person?

I'm an analyst, Jack, not a detective.

Thousands of women probably use it.

Now, the type print from the poem is from a Daisy Wheel Elite 12.

Probably a computer printer. Pretty standard.

But the reel must be a damaged roll

because the "D" and the "L" don't print properly.

See?

-Any fingerprints? -Mmm-hmm.

Yours and Jack's.

Great.

What a pleasant surprise.

I wasn't expecting to see you until later.

-Hi, Steve. -How you doing?

We were just in the neighborhood and I forgot to ask you

what the hell do you want me to wear to your party tonight?

Just look good.

Marie is gonna make some tea. Would you like some?

-Yeah, sure. -Sure, we do.

Hey, can I use your phone. I gotta make a call.

Go ahead.

Okay, watch her.

Have a seat. I'm just gonna change.

I never see Jack during work hours.

Must be very slow in the Palm Beach Homicide business.

Unfortunately, it's never slow.

Not in this county.

Any grizzly, fascinating crimes of passion?

Yeah. But I wouldn't call it fascinating.

I might.

Tell me.

How does your wife feel about being married to a cop?

It's not easy.

Some women find danger exciting.

Maybe I should marry a cop.

For protection? -No.

I had enough protection from my late husband.

The thing is, uh...

Most cops are either married or running around.

Are you speaking from experience?

Don't start asking me about my experiences.

You could become one of them.

Ah! Caught in the act.

I was just leaving a little gift for Mrs. Schofield.

Just a surprise for her. Just between you and me, okay?

She's a great lady, Mrs. Schofield.

Steve...

I have a very personal interest in protecting Michael

from any kind of scandal or intrigue.

And, well, since you're the only one who knows I'm sleeping with Jack...

I'd like to keep it that way.

Sure.

You know how people like to make something out of something.

Yeah, I do.

I bet you do.

Excuse me!

-Long call. -Oh, nightmare.

The department had me on hold forever.

Your partner's been keeping me amused.

Oh, yeah? He's an amusing guy.

A married amusing guy.

-Just had an anniversary. -Oh.

Happy Anniversary.

Now we better get going.

See you later.

How did you do?

-Got a match. -Yeah, I know.

Let's try this.

-Good boy. -Always working.

Well, well.

You got lucky lips, Jack. It's a match.

Yves St. Laurent Ruby Red.

But don't get too excited.

I know. Thousands of women use it.

May the angels lead you into paradise.

May the martyrs come to welcome you,

and take you to the Holy City, the new and eternal Jerusalem.

Jack will be here, Ma.

You know Jack. Jack's in his own little world.

Jack's on Jack Time.

Well, here he is.

Jack's here, Ma.

-Hi, Jack. -Hi, Michael.

Hey, Ma, look what I got you. How's that?

-Wow, Ma, flowers. -Happy Birthday.

All of your favorites. Carnation, roses, huh?

You all right, Ma? You want something?

-She's cold. Susan? -Cold?

Get mom's sweater.

Mom, this is Florida. How can you be cold?

She's getting worse, Jack.

Okay, all right.

Jesus! It's her birthday.

Couldn't you show up on time for once?

Michael, she doesn't know what day it is.

She doesn't know what time it is. Come on.

She knows a lot more than you think.

Michael, I went to Morgan's funeral today. I thought you'd be there.

I know, but it would have turned into a circus.

The press would have been all over him.

What? For going to a funeral? Come on!

It wouldn't have been about a funeral.

It would have been about a candidate being at the funeral.

It's been crazy.

It's time for your mom's birthday cake, Michael.

You wanna bring her in, Jack, please?

Ma.

Jack's gonna bring you in, Ma.

Jack.

Big time, bro, big time.

Hey, you telling me. Ellen really did a number, huh?

-Yeah. -Glad you could make it.

-Thanks. How do I look? -You look good.

Could have worn a tie, maybe.

Hello, Mrs. Schofield. It's a pleasure to see you. Again.

It's quite a shindig here. I'm very impressed.

Thank you, Jack.

Michael, I'd like you to meet Crane Taylor.

Crane used to work with Gordon.

- Yes, a pleasure to meet you. - How do you do?

And his wife Ingrid.

-Well, hello. -It's nice to see you.

Nice to meet you.

You hate this, don't you?

I like watching you work.

Well, it's not exactly work, but it's not play either.

And we know how to play, don't we?

What the hell do you mean by that?

I mean, playing around.

A little something on the side.

Susan. Hello, Philip.

This is Jack, he's Michael's brother.

Good for you.

- Friend of Ellen's, are you? - Yeah, sure, why not?

You know, there isn't a man here who hasn't made a play for Ellen.

Before my husband died, of course.

They like to draw the line somewhere.

Excuse me.

-I'm so glad you both made it. -Thank you.

So you were friends of the late Mr. Schofield?

- Yep, a hell of a guy. - That's what I understand.

-Can I ask you something? -Ask away.

-How did he die? -She never told you?

No.

Well, she didn't fuck him to death, if that's what you're worried about.

- No, no, I'm not worried. - Philip, he's just a friend.

Well, old Gordon had a massive heart attack watching a Red Sox game.

That will do it.

Ellen got her money the old-fashioned way.

-She married it. -Ah.

Welcome.

I'd like to thank all of you for digging deep into your pockets

in support of Michael Dobson's campaign.

I promise you, Palm Beach County won't be the same.

Let's have fun. - Yeah.

Marshall, let's dance.

What's with all the questions about Gordon's death?

-You couldn't ask me? -No.

I couldn't ask you.

I can't ask you.

What else do you wanna know about me, Jack? Or Gordon?

I already know plenty.

Stewardess, first class cabin, Pan Am.

-You saw the world. -Right.

Then Gordon brought me to Palm Beach.

I said, "Don't try to make me into something I'm not."

He said...

"How do you know what you're not?"

Did you love him?

Sure.

But I was more of a trophy than a wife.

But he taught me I could be anything.

Do anything.

Can you?

Can you do anything?

Yes, I can.

Excuse me, Ellen.

Here she is, here she comes.

She's coming, here she comes.

She's coming, she's turning, she's turning...

She's turning, let's go. Here we go.

One o'clock. What did I tell you? She's going out to lunch.

You're a lot better at this kind of thing than me.

I know, I know.

Look, we got a match on that lipstick.

We gotta do this.

All right, go in there and wrap that secretary around your finger.

-No problem. -All right.

I'll be right here.

- Hi, is Ellen Schofield in? - You just missed her. Sorry.

I'm here to fix the printer on her computer.

They called last night.

-Who called? -I guess she did.

She does have one, right? The Daisy Wheel?

Yes, she does have one. It's just I wasn't aware there was anything wrong with it.

Well, there must be, because I'm here.

Listen, I'm really running late.

-Come on. -Thank you.

-It's right this way. -Great.

Thanks a lot.

Excuse me.

Can you believe that I stayed up all night

writing that speech and now I forgotten it?

- Do you have a copy of it? - Yeah, it must be in the office.

By the way, the guy is here to fix the printer.

What guy?

Vicki!

Tell them I'll be 20 minutes late, thank you.

Okay, so the type on the printer doesn't match the letters.

Right, but the lipstick did.

I know, man, but I need more than that. That's not enough.

Get your feet off the table, will you?

Who raised you?

Ms. Beth has you well-trained like a little monkey, huh?

If you lived with someone for longer than a weekend...

-Hey. -Look.

Do you trust her?

She comes up from the street.

She fought very hard to get to where she is now.

But I don't know if she's capable of killing someone.

My sense of her is that she's out for herself.

So it's natural you two find each other.

What? Opposites attract?

No, birds of a feather, they flock together.

You're very funny! - Daddy!

Jesus Christ!

Nancy!

Nancy?

-Surprise. -What are you doing?

-I'm dying. -Jesus Christ, playing dead.

You don't do that, you understand me?

You don't do that. And what is this?

You know you're not supposed to be playing with Mommy's stuff. Huh?

What's this on your face? Get that off of there, okay?

That's right, all right.

That's a good girl. That's a good girl.

Ruby Red.

I guess Wicks was right. Thousands of women use it.

Hey.

You stayed in the country last night. How was it?

-I slept like a baby. -Yeah?

Hey, Jack. Did these belong to your friend Morgan Cassidy?

Vice Squad found them in a crack spot.

-No, these are too big. -Yeah.

She was really slim. Morgan had a great body.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Yeah, we'll keep looking.

Lipstick.

Another letter?

"Now you know how much it hurts,

"prepare to die for Gloria Wurtz."

Jesus!

D, L. Same D and L.

Who's Gloria Wurtz? You know a Gloria Wurtz, Jack?

Jack!

-Jack! -He left already.

I'll be right back.

Jack?

Jack?

You wanna tell me what's going on?

No, I don't wanna talk about it.

What do you mean you don't wanna talk about it?

- I don't wanna talk about it. - This is our case, Jack!

Who's Gloria Wurtz?

She's my first grade teacher.

-What happened? -I testified against her.

About what?

You know, I really don't remember this.

I don't sit and spend my time thinking about this shit!

Think about it now, Jack.

Well, it's not gonna happen to somebody else.

I remember she took me into a closet...

and shut the door behind us.

She said we were going to play a game.

Then she said, "Don't move, honey. Let me do everything."

And I didn't move.

Christ!

You happy now?

I thought it was all my fault.

Even later in court.

I didn't know everything that was going on.

Even the lipstick.

What do you mean?

Shit.

She used to put lipstick on me before she touched me.

Have you ever talked to a shrink about this?

No, I haven't told anybody until now.

You should, Jack.

This shit is like a time bomb.

Here, we go. Come on, come on, come on.

"Parole." Okay, so where is she now?

"Deceased."

One week before I got the first poem.

She have any angry relatives?

I remember there was a son about seven-years-old.

That would make him about 40 now, right?

You got any idea where he is?

There weren't any relatives, so I think he was put in a foster home.

I'm sorry this all had to come up again, Jack.

Oh, forget it. I was a kid.

You should have told me about these letters.

Michael, your hands are full right now, all right?

- Do you think whoever wrote these letters... - Killed Morgan?

Probably.

Jesus Christ, Jack! That means they might be after you.

Let me call somebody and get some help.

Don't worry about it, I can take care of myself.

- I do worry about it. - Yeah, well, I carry a gun.

I'll wear a sweater, I'll fasten my seatbelt...

Fine, fine.

Come on, man, let's roll, okay?

Thanks, Michael.

Jack?

Hi, Amanda.

-Hi, Steve. -How you doing?

Good to see you.

See you later. -Take care now.

Amanda.

Goddammit!

Okay, the last known address for Steven Wurtz.

- "Key West." -Yeah, here, I got a match.

Let's fly down.

Squeeze Club?

Morgan hung out there.

Yeah, I must have picked it up when we were there.

Oh, Lieutenant. Key West, tomorrow.

We got an address on Steven Wurtz.

Oh, not for you, mister. Tomorrow you see the shrink.

Steve told me about Gloria Wurtz.

This is fuckin' ridiculous.

Come on, that was 30 years ago.

Well, I don't give a shit.

A woman you were involved with just got killed.

And you're getting fan mail. You go see Dr. Kenderson!

Hey, hey, what is this? Cut me some slack, huh?

Steve handles Key West.

Do I have any kind of choice?

Yeah, you could do it my way or you could do it my way.

-Hi, sailor. -Hey.

How you've been?

Good, I gotta finish my workout.

Ooh, I'll finish it for you.

Dinner's in the oven.

Nancy's at Mom's.

I gotta get you alone for a change, if you catch my drift.

- I'm catching your drift. - Ooh, well you better.

Tell me that you want me more than anyone else.

You know I do.

-Listen to me. -Mmm-hmm.

-I gotta go to Key West tomorrow. -What?

We may have a break in the case.

Tomorrow's Saturday. Fuck the case, Steve.

You told Nancy you'd take her to her soccer game.

I know, I'm sorry. I can't.

Well, then you tell her, because I'm not going to.

What do you expect me to do? Quit my job?

This isn't about your job, Steve.

Are you the only cop on this case?

What about Jack? Can't Jack go?

He can't.

Yeah.

Hi.

Now? Can't it wait...

Yeah, okay. Sure.

Right.

Something's come up.

I won't be long. I promise.

I love you.

Keep it warm.

Don't you get a little lonely rattling around in here by yourself?

Sometimes.

-Drink? -Sure.

So why am I here?

-I was in the middle of a... -What?

Dinner on the table?

A night alone with the wife at last.

Something like that.

How nice for you.

I bet she watches you like a hawk.

She can get jealous, sure.

And so can you.

What was so urgent you had to see me?

I wanna know why you were in my office the other day

fooling with my computer.

You're pretty smart.

You bet I am. Answer the question.

A woman was killed and Jack's been getting death threats.

We think they're connected.

And what?

- You think I'm threatening Jack? - I didn't say that.

But he sent you to match my printer to the letters.

I just said he was getting death threats.

Who said anything about letters?

If you're looking at printers, it's letters, right?

Don't underestimate me.

It was that little waitress at Emilio's, wasn't it?

I don't know why you called me.

You know as much as I do.

Well, I don't know whether Jack was fucking her.

Neither do I.

Did you know that Michael was having a thing with her, too?

Must run in the family.

I'm sure Susan's relieved that his political career is taking off.

Guess so.

I appreciate you coming over so quickly.

Why didn't you call Jack?

Because I wanted to call you, Steve.

Look.

It's also possible that someone's trying to hurt Jack

by hurting people that he's...

Close to.

I can have someone put outside the house if you want.

No.

I don't like to be watched.

Goodnight, Steve.

Your wife is pretty, isn't she?

Yeah, she is.

And you love her, right?

I do.

Well, then...

You better hurry home before dinner gets cold.

Say bye-bye to Daddy for me, all right?

Be good, all right?

So I'll be at the Coral Sands. You have the number, right?

-Okay, I should be back tomorrow. -Sure.

-Bye, sweetie. -Bye.

I love you.

See you later, Jack.

By the way, Ellen Schofield called me over to her house last night.

Ellen called you?

For what?

She told me that Michael and Morgan had something going a while ago.

You know about that?

- I suspected it. - So why the hell didn't you tell me?

- Look, he's my brother. - Right! And I'm your partner!

That stuff happened a long time ago.

Just find this Wurtz character, all right?

238-A?

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Martyn?

Hello, is anyone home?

Hi.

Hello.

-You're Mr. Martyn? -That's me.

I'm Steve Frayn. I'm looking for a guy named Steven Wurtz.

Does he still live here?

-Are you a cop? -Yeah, Palm Beach County.

Oh, very nice.

-How do you do? -How do you do?

-Please, have a seat. -Thank you.

Yeah, Steven left here two years ago.

-Is he in trouble again? -I'm not sure.

Well, he always had his problems

over a troubled childhood.

Gave him a chip on his shoulder.

Never could settle down, even here.

Do you know where I might find him?

Well, he did used to go to

St. Anthony's Catholic Church every Sunday.

It's down on Mateo.

You might want to try there tomorrow.

Great.

Could you tell me what he looked like?

Your lucky day.

I was always very fond of him.

Who is it?

Who is it?

You cops are all so trigger-happy.

What the hell are you doing here?

I made a few calls.

I've been thinking about you.

Oh, man.

What about Jack?

Sometimes you do things you know are wrong.

But you do them anyway. -

Because you reach a point.

Where you know you can't stop.

Oh, Ellen.

Ellen. Ellen, Ellen...

Don't worry. Don't worry.

She doesn't ever have to know.

Ah.

This isn't gonna be a long story.

And you flew all the way down here just to seduce me.

No, Steve.

I didn't come down here just to seduce you.

I wanted to corrupt you.

Ellen?

Ellen?

Are you here for confession?

I don't know.

How long is it since your last confession, my son?

It's been a long time.

Yes?

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

Go on, my son.

Excuse me? Are you Steven Wurtz?

-No, I'm not. -That's his jacket.

-Do you know him? -Sure, who are you?

I'm with the police. Do you know where he is?

Yes, I do. He died last year.

-Are you sure? -Yes, I'm sure.

I buried him outside in the cemetery.

Hello. - Hi, honey, you okay?

-Hi. Fine. -Good.

-So how was Nancy's game? -She was great.

She scored a goal. Daddy.

Listen, did Jack tell you where he was gonna be today?

Yeah, he's right here. Would you like to talk to him?

Yeah, I do.

It's for you.

Me?

Hey, what's up? You find Wurtz?

Yeah, in a graveyard.

Steven Wurtz died of AIDS last year.

Ah, damn it.

Listen, tell Beth I'll be home later, okay?

What's up?

-Oh, he said he'll be back soon. -Right.

God damn it.

What's wrong? Here, let me get that for you.

You got a big knot back there, don't you?

You smell great.

What kind of perfume is that?

That's a terrible line, Jack.

At this moment, it could work, but it's still a terrible line.

No, really, what kind of perfume is that?

It's called Night Wing. Steve gave it to me.

Why? Does it smell familiar?

Yeah, it does.

Coral Sands.

Yes. Ellen Schofield, please.

Ellen Schofield already checked out, sir.

-Can you give me Room 237? -One moment.

Hello.

Hi, it's me.

Hey.

You just called me. I was on my way out.

Look, can you meet me at Stevie B's when you get back?

-It's important. -Sure.

Great.

Hey.

Jack. -Hey.

What's up?

Where did you get that Night Wing perfume for Beth?

You made me come here for that?

You're making a Christmas list?

It's important.

I got it at Mary Mahoney's, a little shop in Palm Beach.

-Why? -Yeah?

You ever meet Morgan before?

Say at the...

Squeeze Club?

-No, I didn't. -Huh?

Come on, I'm your partner, you can talk to me.

- What are you getting at? - You know what I'm getting at.

You know, Morgan used to wear that perfume.

She said it's very unusual. -

So?

So...

You like the women, don't you?

What are fuck you saying, Jack?

I'm saying...

Ellen Schofield was in the hotel room next to yours last night.

You didn't by chance run into her, did ya?

Did ya?

Huh? Huh!

- Take you fucking hands off me! - Fuck you, man!

You guys got a problem, take it outside!

-I'll take it outside! -Come on!

Yeah, go back to Beth and lie to her, man.

- But don't lie to me! - Hey, I don't lie to you, partner!

Then answer the question, god damn it.

-You really wanna know? -Yeah.

Okay. I did it.

Does that make you feel better?

You're not who you thought you were, boy.

Jack!

Christ, I've been looking all over for you!

-What's the problem, Dan? -Kimberly Davis.

-Ring a bell? -Yeah.

-Dead call girl? -Right.

You know, Garidi's defense lawyer

is really jerking me around because your evidence reports

just weren't as thorough as they should have been.

Hey, that wasn't me.

-Was that right? -Mmm-hmm.

Well, you were the first cop on the scene.

And someone's report leaves out the fact

that they didn't find any clothing.

Now, did you see any clothing, Jack?

Because if someone tampered with evidence...

There weren't any clothes.

Whoever killed Kimberly Davis killed Morgan, too.

I'm certain of it!

Can you prove it, Jack?

You better be sure there's a connection,

because this could blow the Garidi case sky high.

There's a connection.

Number one.

Both women were young and attractive.

Number two.

In both cases, each victim's clothes disappeared.

Number three.

I'm receiving the letters which mention both killings.

One threatens, the other predicts.

What do you think, Steve?

What about Kimberly's lipstick?

Does that match, too?

Well, why don't we find out?

Hey, listen, I don't know if anybody bothered to check the lipstick.

Let's see. Where are we? D as in "deceased."

D'Amato. Daniel. Dandridge.

Kimberly Davis.

Alright, the lipstick traces...

"Max Factor Rosewood" and...

"Yves St. Laurent."

"Ruby Red."

Yes!

What happened when you went up to Kimberly Davis' hotel room that night?

-Nothing. -Nothing? Oh, come on, Tony!

- Don't be an asshole with me. - Ah, fuck you!

I'm just trying to help you out.

Oh, yeah? You didn't help me in court, motherfucker!

- Oh, come on, what is this? - Will you listen...

I know your lawyer explained why we're here.

Oh, fuck him too!

If we can prove that Kimberly Davis and Morgan Cassidy

were killed by the same person you'll be a free man, Tony.

Oh, thank you, boss. Thank you.

Hey, you're facing 25 years to life!

And you ain't gonna see daylight until they got people walking on fuckin Mars!

- Lock this son of a bitch! - You're hanging yourself, Garidi.

Wise up, buddy!

Okay. I called her.

I said, "Put on your blue dress and meet me in the lobby."

She said she had another appointment first.

So when I arrived, she wasn't there.

I knocked on her door.

No answer.

So I left, okay?

By the way, Jack.

What were you doing there?

What?

- Can you tell me that? - What the fuck? Are you asking me questions?

Why were you there, Jack?

I'm the one asking the fucking questions here!

Now, just shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear it!

What were you doing there, Jack?

Why were you there? -Good question.

What?

I know you like to fly solo, Jack,

but I didn't know you hung out alone in hotel bars.

I wasn't alone, I was with my brother Michael.

We'd just got off of work.

-Really? -Yeah, really!

How come you never brought that up at the trial?

Look, we had a quick drink and then he split.

I didn't see any point of dragging him into it when it was irrelevant!

-It's relevant now. -Oh, come on!

No.

No. No, my friend. You book the speech.

You tell him I'm gonna be late, all right?

Thank you.

I ought to kill you, Jack. You made me run.

-How are you? Nice to see you. -Okay.

-Hello, Steve. -How you doing, Mike?

Can I get you guys some coffee?

No, that's all right, Michael.

Boy, I just found out I gotta speak to the Post before lunch

-and I'm already booked on WLZ. -Yeah?

Schedule's gonna make me nuts!

Don't listen to him. He loves all the attention.

-Don't you? -Not entirely.

Hey.

- What is it? Business? - Yeah, as a matter of fact, it is.

- I'll see you later. - Okay, Susan, talk to you later.

Bye Susan.

What's up?

Michael, you remember the night we had that drink at the Prince Regent Hotel?

Sure.

Who else besides you knew that Jack was gonna be there?

I don't know, that was six months ago.

Um, Susan, I guess.

I don't remember.

How about Ellen Schofield?

She might have.

Why? What is this about?

It's about the Morgan Cassidy case?

No, we're just trying to cover all our angles, Michael, that's all.

Sorry we barged in, we're gonna barge out.

-Jack. -Come on, Steve.

I can't believe you treated him like a second story, man.

I know he's your brother, but you bailed back there.

What is it? I'm supposed to believe

that for some unknown reason my brother,

who I've known my entire life,

suddenly starts killing women while he's running for office?

- Does that make sense to you? - I've got a gut on this...

Oh, fuck your gut!

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, Jack, I don't trust him.

You don't trust him?

You?

Oh, come on, who are you supposed to trust in this case?

-I trust you. -Yeah.

Great.

Now what are we supposed to do?

We'll think of something.

It's hard to explain, Jack.

I just don't feel like he's hiding something.

Well, he's a politician and a lawyer. That's the way they act.

Besides everyone's hiding something.

-Including us. -Well, yeah, now.

Steve, your wife called.

She said it's urgent that you get out to the house now.

- Nancy's not here? - No, she's at a sleepover.

Beth?

What's up?

- What are you doing here, Jack? - We're working.

What's going on? Is there a problem?

Listen to this.

Steve, it's Ellen.

I know I shouldn't be doing this,

but I really have to see you, it's urgent.

I'll be home all day. -

Do you have anything you'd like to say to me, Steve?

No.

No?

No?

What the fuck are these doing here, huh?

- Where did you find these? - In the garage.

I was looking for a place to hide Nancy's birthday present.

These are Morgan's.

I swear to God, I don't know how they got here!

These are Kimberly's! These are the clothes they got killed in.

- For Christ's sake! - Someone's been in this house, Jack!

- Someone's been in this house, Steve? - Calm down.

Who's been in this house, Steve?

-Jack... -Calm down.

Calm down, okay?

- Who's been in this house, Steve? - Wait a minute!

All right, look. You're coming with me to the country.

-Now? -You said you trusted me!

Now trust me! I'm taking her, you go to Ellen's!

-For God's sake, come on! -What? My God!

-Beth, just go with him. -Where we going?

Just tell me where we're going!

-Jack? -Yeah, I'll be right back.

Ellen. Ellen!

Hello, Steve?

Listen, I'm at Michael's.

Ellen is dead.

I was right, Jack.

Jack?

-Jack, are you okay? -I'm here.

Beth too?

Yeah.

Look, buddy, I know you're all shaken up, but we gotta do this.

It's now or never.

All right, put the phone down right now!

Tommy?

Steve, what the hell are you doing here?

Me? What the fuck are you doing?

He's working for me.

Since when is he working for you?

Since I started the campaign.

What do you need him for, Michael?

Make sure I'm not surprised by any skeletons falling out of my closet.

I can't control what other people in my camp are doing.

For example, your buddy Jack and Ellen Schofield

are making me very nervous.

Ellen Schofield's dead!

- What do you mean she's dead? - She was murdered!

I just found her body!

Oh, my God.

So, what happened, Mike?

She got too close to the truth about you?

Is that why she called me?

What? What are you talking about?

I guess you don't know anything about Morgan Cassidy

or Kimberly Davis, right?

No, I don't. Why should I?

Then why was Tommy hiding behind Ellen's house?

-Surveillance. -He works for me!

He was keeping an eye on Jack and Ellen!

Then why did you leave in such a hurry?

Mr. Dobson told me to report to him if anybody visited her.

I had no idea she was dead!

What happened to her, Steve?

I don't know, Mike!

The only fuckin thing I know for sure is that three women are dead

and you know something I don't! Now, what are you hiding from me?

- What do you think I know -about something? - Don't lie to me, Michael!

-Tommy... -Back off, Tommy!

- Stay out of this! - Go away, Tommy, go ahead.

You wanna know what I'm hiding?

All right.

I'll tell you what I'm hiding.

Gloria Wurtz never molested Jack.

We've got her record, Michael. Jack told me the whole story.

I know.

But she didn't do it.

What are you saying?

That Jack made the whole thing up?

No, he was an abused child.

Just not by her.

It was my idea to protect her, Steve.

I was 11 years old when Jack started

acting up, and they discovered he'd been abused.

I knew they'd break up my family and I didn't want that to happen.

So I told Jack,

"Just tell them that your weird school teacher Gloria Wurtz..."

He was too young, too scared to know any better.

It's my fault that an innocent woman went to jail,

and don't think I don't think about that

every day of my life!

Jesus Christ.

I was protecting my family! You know, I was 11 years old!

You ruined that woman's life.

I was protecting Jack!

You know, that's what I do. My whole goddamn life is protect Jack!

-From what? -From himself!

Jesus! You know him as well as I do!

-Do you have a computer printer? -Computer?

-Yeah, sure, why? -One with a Daisy Wheel?

Daisy Wheel, no. It's all laser here.

I used to have one.

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

Uh... I think it's at Jack's.

Okay, here it is.

-How do you turn this thing on? -Here.

Okay. D, L.

Shit.

What? What is it?

Nothing good.

Son of a bitch.

Kimberly Davis!

Steve?

It can't be Jack.

Oh, no?

"What took you so long, Steve?

"I gave you enough chances.

"You know, I really wanted you to stop me."

Oh, Jesus, Jack!

Beth!

"You plant a mine and 30 years later

"somebody steps on it."

"Innocent people always get hurt, like Tony Garidi.

"Of course, Tony didn't kill Kimberly. I did.

"All those women... They got what they deserved.

"Every single one of them."

Do you like my retreat?

-Huh? -Yeah.

I mean, I gotta fix it up a little bit.

But it's pretty, isn't it?

It's secluded.

Jack, who was in my house?

I don't know.

Don't lie to me about this, okay?

I'm gonna ask you a question.

Did Steve sleep with Ellen Schofield?

Beth.

Steve loves you.

How did those clothes get into my garage?

He didn't kill those women, I know that.

Who did?

You married the right guy, didn't you?

Didn't you? Huh?

-Oh, well... -Huh?

You always had a fatal flaw when it came to women.

-You know that, Jack. -I know.

I know. I'm working on that.

Gonna fix that.

You have really pretty hair, you know that, huh?

What's the matter with you? Huh?

What?

-What's the matter? -I'm just...

What?

-What? -I'm just... I'm scared.

Jack!

No!

Well, this is where you came in.

I bet you thought I was gonna be a hero or something.

Well, guess what?

I was.

Aim, fire!

Aim, fire!

Parade rest.

The art of good politics is using your influence

to cover up the truth.

And using your ability to turn defeat

into victory.

Michael and Steve cared about my reputation.

And theirs.

So they didn't bury a serial killer.

They buried a cop killed in the line of duty.

Not bad, huh?

Steve was cleared at the department's internal hearing.

People were very understanding.

But what does that get you?

But the story wasn't over.

Not quite.

Yes.

It's me.

Come on in.

Hi.

-Hi. -I'm glad you could come.

Well, I'm glad you invited me.

So, now that I finally have you here,

-would you like a drink? -Sure.

-Michael. -I'm sorry.

-I've had a lot going on, Amanda. -I know.

I'm so sorry about Jack.

Yeah, I'm sorry about Jack, too.

- Do you mind if I turn it off? - No, go ahead.

You know, you're very different from Jack.

Oh, am I?

You dated him, right?

Well, sure, Jack and I went out.

You slept with him.

Oh, come on, Amanda, you can tell me, I'm his brother.

You slept with him. Hmm?

How was he?

Jack wasn't easy, Michael, but I cared about him.

Oh, yeah, poor Jack.

Everybody cared for him.

Everybody fell for him, didn't they?

I don't know, I... I guess.

You're just like all the women at his funeral.

Kimberly.

And Morgan.

And Ellen.

You know...

You're quite like her.

Take off your lipstick! -

Take off that lipstick! I hate that lipstick!

Wipe that lipstick off!

Why do you do this? Why do you this to me?

You fucked Jack, didn't you? You fucked Jack!

You and all the others!

Didn't you? Didn't you? I know you did! I know you did!

Didn't you? Didn't you?

Let her go, Michael! Now!

I said now!

Amanda, move! Get back here behind me.

Keep your hands in the air and move back!

One kid in the family was abused, why not the other, right, Mike?

Besides, who else could have known about Gloria Wurtz?

What are you talking about? You killed Jack.

Did I?

How?

Even my little girl can play dead.

Get her out of here. Both of you, out!

Now! Go on!

Come on, let's go.

I told Steve it was all a mistake, Michael.

How can my brother wanna frame me?

How could you want me dead?

You killed three women.

They were whores.

I would have done anything for you.

I knew what it was like. I knew what she did.

Michael, how could you do it? How could you, man?

Michael, don't.

Michael.

Michael, no! Don't!

Michael!

You ready?

I will be.