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( hard rock music playing )

( cheering )

* Gonna check her out,
she's my latest attraction *

* Gonna hang around,
wanna get a reaction *

* Gonna take her home,
'cause she's over romancing *

* Don't wanna hold hands and
talk about our little plans *

* All right!

* Cold hard bitch,
just a kiss on the lips *

* And I was on my knees

* I'm waiting, give me

* Cold hard bitch,
she was shakin' her hips *

* And I that was
all that I need *

* I'm waiting, give me

* Cold hard bitch,
just a kiss on the lips *

* And I was on my knees

Okay, boys, who wants Kandy?!

( cheering )

Pick me, please!

MAN:
Pick me, pick me!

Come on!

* Yeah, I'm waiting

* Yeah, I'm waiting

* Yeah, I'm waiting

* Yeah, I'm waiting...

( laughing )

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

( shouting and cheering )

* I'm waiting, give me...

D.O.A. is Joanna Kelton,
stage name Kandy with a "K."

She's a featured
stripper here.

Who found her?

Manager, Andy Kula.

His girls hang out in
the alley between sets.

He came out here
looking for Kandy,

and he found her like this.

He give us anything else?

Yeah, he said the vic was lube
wrestling earlier in the evening

with an overly
aggressive customer.

He got thrown
out of the club.

He's not a regular here,
and nobody got his name.

TAYLOR:
Careful.

That light's 1,000 degrees,
burn your eyes.

Scagnetti, get somebody to turn
this light off.

Signs of a struggle.

Same shade of lipstick.

So the vic comes out here
to have a smoke...

Someone attacks her...

And it's lights out.

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* Out here in the fields

* I fought for my meals

* I get my back into my living

* I don't need to fight

* To prove I'm right

* I don't need to be forgiven,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Yeah

( camera clicking )

Just in time.

You want to get
that side?

How horrible.

That end.

Ready?

Yeah.

One... two... three.

Extensive burn trauma.

Skin's reddish brown.

I don't see anything that
indicates she was dead

prior to hitting the light.

Take her over to Dr. Pino
for official C.O.D.

All right.
Take the light

with you for processing.

Lindsay, you're inside with me.

Might be something in there
we can use to I.D. the customer

our vic was wrestling.

Well...

let me know if
you find anything.

I'll get my boots.

MESSER:
I just can't believe it.

Two years have gone by,

I haven't heard one word.

And out of the blue,
Louie leaves me a message.

He says, "I'm in the city.
Want to grab a beer?"

Could only mean trouble.

Ah, Danny, he's your brother.

Cut him some slack.

I know, you're right.

But if not trouble, he's
probably looking for a handout.

Why don't you
just call Louie back,

I mean, before
assuming the worst.

Whether it's really
a beer he wants

or he needs your help.

After all, he is family.

Throat slashed with a knife.

MESSER:
You sure that's him?

Yep, that's him.

Hunter Hudson.

Billionaire recluse.

The Howard Hughes
of the computer industry.

There was a picture of him
in the paper last year.

Actually, it was more
like a composite.

Rumor is, he didn't
get out much.

I got some pills here.

Sertraline.

Our vic was

on a daily dose
of antidepressants.

I got a blood trail.

( screams )

Is it just me,
or is this bedroom

kind of giving you the creeps?

No windows.
That is kind of weird.

Know what? You stay
with the vic, I'm
gonna go find Flack.

He caught this one.
See what he knows.

Housekeeper was the first
to arrive

for work this morning.

Linda Cortez.

She says she walked in
and found her boss dead.

My boys swept the area.

No signs of forced entry.

This place is tighter
than Fort Knox.

Who's the guy Linda's with?

It's Roger Hagler.
He's a bodyguard.

He just showed up.

All right, who else
has access to this house?

Dr. Lyle Penn,
Hunter's personal physician.

He works here

out of the house.

He's late today.
That's it?

No butler?
No.

Too bad. I thought we could
wrap this one up quick.

What?

Mansion like this,
it's always the butler.

Didn't you ever play Clue?

I was a Monopoly guy.

Ah. All right.

Big money always
comes with enemies.

Let's make a few phone calls,
find out who stood

to gain
from Hunter Hudson's death.

*

*

That was fast.

Funny how a little lube
speeds up the processing.

Wedding ring, male.

What about you?

Found blood.

And this.

Our vic was
cheating on someone.

We may have a motive.

( liquid burbling )

What's cooking?

John Doe.

Nice teeth.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes, the man we
all want to be when we grow up.

How's the field work, Sherlock?

Never a dull moment.

How was the sabbatical?

Tan's fading.

But then there's always spray-on

when I start looking
like the inventory.

Well, glad you're back.

Giants jersey?

You know it.
Mm-hmm.

What did we find on
our burn victim.

I found antemortem
defensive bruising,

which means that she
got into a fight

just before she was killed.

Your official C.O.D.?

Severe burn trauma
caused by contact

with the klieg light.

I did find something
you might like.

This is interesting.

Oh...

tattoo on
the inner thigh

means eyes only,
means our vic had a lover.

You're thinking lovers' spat?

Things got a little heated?

Literally.

You got a camera?

( camera clicking )

( cell phone rings )

Hawkes is sending us a picture.

Our vic had artwork.

Heart, with a letter "A"
in the middle of it.

Wasn't the manager's name Andy?

Dr. Penn, what were you
treating Mr. Hudson for?

Was he sick?

Hunter suffered from

post-traumatic stress disorder
and O.C.D.

Medication and daily
hypnotherapy helped him to cope.

So the stories are true.

What, that Hunter was crazy?

20 years ago,

he suffered a severe
emotional trauma.

His younger brother was
kidnapped and murdered.

And it was something he never
really recovered from.

All right, well,
thank you, Doctor.

Please, whatever I can do.

Hypnotherapy.

When you're rich enough,
you try things.

Hold on a sec.

( whirring )

That's not good.

What the...?!

Danny!

What...?

Hey!

Hey, Danny, can you hear me?!

You kidding me?

What the hell's going on?!

Hey!

It's called a panic room.

It's like a bank vault
for homes.

Mr. Hudson built his
bedroom inside of it.

It was his sanctuary.

Staff weren't
allowed inside.

He had security issues.

How do we open it?

I'm afraid Mr. Hudson
was the only one

who had the security code.

Well, that's beautiful.
I can see you guys.

Hey, Danny. All right, look,
there's got to be another way

to get in the room.
This is the only door.

Mr. Hudson had it preset
to close at 9:00 p.m.,

and reopen again
at 9:00 a.m. when
the staff arrived.

Is that the time
you got here?

No, 9:30.

I usually arrive early
to prepare breakfast,

but I stopped at the market
this morning.

You're telling me that this
spaceship doesn't open up
again till tomorrow morning?

It doesn't open, period.

You just said he had it preset
to open at 9:00 a.m.

That's under
normal operating conditions.

Once the panic button is hit,

the room thinks
an intruder is inside.

It will not reopen until
the security code is entered.

How many numbers in the code?

I have no idea.

This is getting
better and better.

I'm not spending
a week in here

with a crazy dead guy

trying to figure out
the code.

So, do me a favor,

call the locksmith.

Jerry Gordon.

He built the room
for Mr. Hudson.

I'll find him.

Thanks, Flack.

Okay, well,

I'm going to start
processing out here.

Danny, we've got it
under control.

Help is on the way.

I'll be in here.

You said Kandy got into
an altercation

with a customer
last night.
That's right.

Creep would've killed her
if I didn't throw him out.

What about you?

Looks like
he wasn't the only one

to get physical.

Look, half my night's spent

hauling drunks out of here
on their asses, Detective.

This is all I go home with,
it's a good night.

What?

Oh, you think I killed Kandy?

You're jumping the gun
there, Andy.

All I asked you was
how you got that fat lip.

And I told you, okay?

It gets kind of messy
in here sometimes.

What about in
Kandy's dressing room?

If I run the blood I found
and it matches your DNA,

what's the story
going to be then?

Yeah, okay? I was in her
dressing room, okay?

Kan... Kandy and I were close.

Close enough to have
your initial

tattooed on her inner thigh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That was
there way before I came along.

Tell me about the fight you had.

She was cheating on me.

Yeah. I saw that online.

So when
you found this,

you were surprised,
you got angry,

you confronted Kandy
and things got out of hand.

Define your definition
of "out of hand," Detective?

Murder.

Not even close.

Why should I believe you?

Look, obviously
you never been in here

on a night when a stripper
isn't killed;

the place is
wall-to-wall honeys.

I do all the hirings
and firings,

I got the pick of the litter.

Saves on the wining
and dining.

Look, all I'm saying is,
you're right,

I didn't like her
playing behind my back.

But I didn't kill her.

Wouldn't even waste my time.

We'll talk again.

BONASERA:
Hey, Danny?

You find something?

Yeah.

I've got a blood trail
that strangely seems to lead

to the sink first,
then the phone.

Maybe the housekeeper got sick,
went to the sink.

There's an awful lot
of blood in here.

I got short strides.
Tells me she wasn't running.

She knew Hunter was dead.
What's the rush?

Then she probably
checked for the pulse.

I don't know.

This blood pool
looks undisturbed.

There's no signs
that she checked for vitals.

Okay, Linda
finds her boss

in a pool of blood,

yet doesn't check
to make sure he's dead.

And then she takes her time
to call the police.

She's got my attention.

Cavalry's here.
This is Jerry Gordon.

His company built
Mr. Hudson's panic room.

Hallelujah.

Unfortunately,
there's no
master code

that can override
the system.

Only way in here
is if I cut a new door.

How long is that going to take?

Minimum, 13 hours.

MESSER:
Excuse me?

Thirteen hours?

Yeah, I'm gonna have to shut

down this power to do it.

The backup generator
will kick in

when I pull the plug,

but it's only got
limited power.

Forget fresh air
circulating.

These vents aren't
hooked up

to any kind of
auxiliary power feed.

That's beautiful.

Might get a little
toasty in there.

I suggest you conserve
your oxygen.

Fantastic.

Excuse me.
Yeah.

BONASERA:
Hey, Danny?

You got to
start processing
in there right now.

( powering down )

( generator whirring )

Process?
With what?

I don't have a kit.

I know. You're going
to have to improvise.

You heard what Jerry said,
it's going to get hot in there.

If you don't start now,
that body's going
to decay further

and we're going
to lose evidence.

We can't
let the killer

get a head start.

Stella's been calling
every half hour with updates.

I have a city engineer reviewing
blueprints of the room to see if

there's any other points
of entry.

So just stand by,
I'll keep you informed.

Okay.

Is he going
to be all right?

They have a locksmith
cutting a new door.

How long is that
going to take?

They estimate 13 hours.

What do you know?

I went through the data
on Kandy's computer.

Found her last bit
of Internet activity.

She was logged onto
"cheats-on-you.com"

There's her picture
in the list of cheaters.

Who outed Kandy?

According to the IP address
on the submission,

it came in about a week ago
from Kandy's computer.

But the e-mail address
belongs to

a woman named Angie Charles.

How long were
you and Kandy lovers?

A little over two years.

MONROE:
These are beautiful.

Those were from a freelance
shoot in South America

a few months ago.

I take it these were from
a different assignment?

Female nudes are
what I'm known for.

When was the last time
you saw her?
Last week.

What about last night?

I was at home.

Alone.

Look, it was a bad breakup.

I wish there was more
I can tell you.

The last time I saw Kandy,
she was here,

she packed some boxes,
she split.

We barely spoke.

You asked her to move out?

ANGIE:
'Cause she was
moving on.

Some guy at the club
she stripped at.

Andy Kula?

That's right.

And so you posted her picture
on cheats-on-you.com

for revenge.

"Buyer beware."

Kandy was
a gold-digger.

I just wanted her next lover
to know all the facts.

I gave her
everything she wanted...

and she burned me.

And someone did the same to her.

( drill whirring )

All right, I got the vic's
clothes off.

MARTY ( over speakerphone ):
First thing I want you to do

is visually examine
the entire body.

And then describe to me
the nature and location

of all the wounds
and abnormalities.

MESSER ( over phone ):
Got a flashlight.

Lucky for you
you're not claustrophobic.

Me? I do not like
confined spaces.

Why'd you choose a career
that puts you

in windowless rooms
with dead bodies, then?

Ladies love the degree.

They don't ask specifics.

Six years of med school
to become a player, huh?

No, I was already a player,
Messer,

I just needed the bank
to pay for my Porsche.

You know what? I officially hate
you right now, all right?

Are you done?

Yeah.

Only thing abnormal
about our vic

is the blood leaking
from his neck.

No defensive wounds?

Not that I see.

Doesn't look like
he fought back.

Okay. Describe
the neck wound to me.

No hesitation marks.

One cut,
and it looks clean.

A single incised wound.

Is there blanching?

I'm pushing on
the lividity.

It's clearing
and coming back.

Your victim's been
in that position

for less than six hours.

Let's get a more precise TOD.

You're not serious.

There's got to be
a bathroom there, right?

Yeah.

Be a good Boy Scout

and find a thermometer.

It's your lucky day, Doc.

Nice.

Now plant it in the end zone

and put some points
on the board.

( exhales heavily )

Messer?

Is it in?

Give me a second.

Rigor's setting in.

Welcome to my world.

Temperature is 93.

That means your victim's
been dead for four hours,

rigor and lividity confirm it.

No, that's impossible.
The housekeeper said

this room did not open up
until three hours ago.

If that's the case, then, um...

how'd your killer get inside?

Everything was a blur
after I found Mr. Hudson dead.

I was in shock.

I don't even remember
calling 911.

Were you not afraid the killer
was still in the house?

Why'd you stay?

My boss was lying
in a pool of blood.

I guess I wasn't thinking
about myself.

If you're trying to say
that I had something to do

with Mr. Hudson's death,
you're wrong.

( drill whirring in distance )

I loved my boss.

Wow.

Newspapers made him out
to be a madman.

Eccentric, absolutely.

Hunter was
controlling.

He didn't tolerate
much of anything.

No drinking.

No smoking.

No social life.

But he treated
his employees fairly.

FLACK:
Oh... I'll say.

We took a peek at Hunter's will.

Did you know
he left you

a large chunk
of his estate?

He told me that I would be
taken care of when he died.

I had no idea...

$40 million.

Rest of
his employees

didn't see
anything close to that.

You see why we needed to talk.

I understand how
that makes me look, yes.

But you say it as if
I won some sort of lottery,

when all that's happened is
I lost a friend.

BONASERA:
Hey, Danny?

Our housekeeper had
all the right answers.

Well, maybe she's
a really good liar.

Yeah.

The panic room does not open
till 9:00 a.m.,

yet Hunter was killed
an hour earlier.

How does somebody
get in a locked vault

with only one door?

If Houdini were alive,
we'd have our killer.

The only way
to solve this puzzle

is to find something
in that room.

All right, what do you suggest?

Let's print the knife.

Now, I saw
a coffee pot
in there,

grab that.

And see if
you can find some glue.

Mighty Glue.

Okay,
that'll do.

Empty the glue into
the coffee pot.

Once you do that,

I want you
to insert the knife

and then turn
the machine on.

I think I seen this

on an episode
of The Flintstones.

Cute.

All right.

( drill whirring )

( whirring stops )

( ring tone ):
* By now, I'm...

Cute.

Yeah, me and my girlfriend,
we downloaded

the same ringer.

Eh-- speak of the devil.

MESSER:
It's working.

BONASERA:
All right, now we're going
to need elimination prints.

Pen ink will be great.

Miss MacGyver?

Grab your camera,
I've got a foreign print.

That's it,
hold that.

Great.

Come on, come on...

Got a hit.

Nice.

Who is it?

BONASERA:
Roger Hagler.

Know where we can find him?

Yeah. Downstairs.

He's Hunter Hudson's bodyguard.

*

I got to get out of here.

How long have you
been Mr. Hudson's

bodyguard?
Three years.

Before that, I spent 15
with the NYPD.

Hmm.
So, you know my service record,
and we're done here.

Sit down,
Mr. Hagler.

I'll tell you
when we're done.

You really think
I would kill Mr. Hudson?

Sit down!

He left you $2 million.

That gives me the
right to ask you a
couple of questions.

Where were you this morning
at 8:00?

My apartment.

I was alone.

And last night?

I went out.

I met some friends
at O'Hurley's,

a cop bar in Washington Heights.

You may have heard of it?

I thought Mr. Hudson didn't
allow his employees to drink.

You're right.

I broke protocol.

It was my ex-partner's
birthday.

Figured Mr. Hudson was
in his room for the night.

Couple of pops with the boys
wouldn't change anything.

Yet it did.

( sniffles )

JERRY:
Yo, Detective, you all right?

( cell phone rings )
Yeah, I'm good, thanks.

I think your phone's ringing.

Yeah, I know.

But you're not gonna answer it?

It's my brother.

I've got enough problems
for one day.

Hey. Found traces
of a second skin donor

on the klieg light.

DNA was heat degraded.

I was only able
to get amelogenin. Male.

Our manager didn't have
any burns.

Anything else?

Tree sap. Sent it down
to the lab.

Hey. I ID'd
our mystery wrestler.

I cross-referenced

the inscription
on the wedding ring against

the credit cards used
at the strip club.

Came up with a name--
John Grimes.

He's on his way
to Interrogation.

TAYLOR:
You like strippers, Mr. Grimes?

Who doesn't?

That's not what the manager
of Raunch 'N Roll

told me.
He said

you did a number on Kandy.

Oh. Other way around.

But you did hit her?
I was defending myself.

You were lube wrestling.

I wouldn't call that
life threatening.

All right, I was drunk.

She humiliated me.

Every... Everyone was laughing.

( laughter )

The manager threw me out.
That was it.

Don't waste my time, John.

A klieg light

burns at 1,000 degrees.

That's about the heat
needed to put those
burns on your hand.

All right...

I realized
I lost my wedding ring,

so I waited outside.

I figured I'd ask someone
to go in

and get it for me.

I heard the alley was the place
the girls had their smokes,

so I went out there,
but she was already dead.

Lying there on the light.

Then how did you burn your hand?

She had some money sticking out
of her bathing suit.

I took it.

( klieg light buzzing )

( sizzling )
( yells )

I wish the whole night
hadn't happened.

How much money did Kandy have
on her?
500 bucks.

A phone call would have
cost you 50 cents. Get up.

Wait. I didn't kill her.

I don't know about that yet.

For now, I'm arresting
you on grand larceny.

Let's go.

Hey, Danny, I'm back.
What have you got?

I think I got trace.

Looks smeared.

Like it could have
been deposited in a scuffle.

Okay. Well, we're gonna have
to test it.

Look around. Improvise.

The word of the day--
improvise. All right.

Hello.

Oh, my.

BONASERA:
What? What did you find?

Is that an ear?

Yeah.

It belonged
to Hunter's brother, Joshua.

20 years ago, he was taken
from the house

in the middle of the night.

Hunter was sleeping
five feet away.

Kidnappers sent back the ear
as proof of life.

Parents paid the ransom,

but the kid was still murdered.

And a few years later,

his parents die
in a plane crash.

Left him all alone.

Maybe the trace on his clothes
will tell us something.

I'm gonna get started.

*

( hissing )

Yes.

*

All right.

I got seven lines for the
unknown on the notepad

and ten lines for the solvent.

Okay. That means
our ratio is 0.7.

That's our RF value.

The solvent is

isopropyl alcohol.

Okay, and the mystery stain
is...

( beeping )

nicotine.

All right, so, who do we like
so far that smokes?

Dr. Penn.

Please, whatever I can do.

Ten years ago,
you had your license revoked

temporarily for malpractice.

Did Mr. Hudson know that?

It's not exactly something that
one would put on a resume, no.

Mr. Hudson was a clean freak.

And yet we found
traces of nicotine
on his pajamas.

See, that puts you
inside the panic room.

That's right.

I came here last night
to talk to Hunter.

He wanted to fire me.

Why?

He was, uh, severely depressed.

He-He wanted me
to increase his dosage

of Sertraline,
but I refused to overmedicate.

Please, Mr. Hudson,
don't do this.
Get out, get out.

You got to stick
with the treatment you're on.

We've made great strides
together.
Get out, get out! Out!

Out!

And that was the last time
you saw Hunter Hudson?

Yes, and he was very much alive.

Now, Mr. Hudson wouldn't allow
his employees to smoke,

and yet, you did.

Hypnosis is a very
powerful tool, Detective.

I bet.

What, you have the pocket watch
swinging back and forth?

People get sleepy, and then do
whatever you tell them to do?

The trance work that
I incorporate into my sessions

includes a controlled
environment,

and a hypnotic suggestion.

Are you telling me
that you made him think

that you weren't a smoker?

Wow.

What else
did you make him think?

I'm not sure
why you're looking at me.

I'm not the only one
who had contact with nicotine.

Linda Cortez

was a smoker.

I treated her a couple
of months ago,

using hypnosis to
break the habit.

( cell phone ringing )

Tell me what
you got, Hawkes.

Hey. Take a look at this trace
I found on the light.

It's actually very
old tree sap.

Which technically
makes it amber.

You ID the black traces?

Well, looks like some type
of carbon containing compound.

Flora maybe,
trapped inside the amber.

Send it down
to the AMS lab.
Okay.

( cell phone ringing )

Hey.

Hey, Danny. It's Stella.

Listen, I talked to Dr. Penn.

Flack is checking out
his alibi,

but we have a second smoker--

Linda, the housekeeper.

Nice.

Well, I got a body
that's degrading.

And blood
that's starting to clot.

Wait a minute. Sertraline is
an anti-coagulant.

If he was taking it,
his blood wouldn't be clotting.

It does makes sense,
'cause he told Dr. Penn

that his meds weren't working.

Well, maybe what he was taking
wasn't an anti-depressant.

Exactly.

( sighs )

Well, maybe
if he was off his meds,

he killed himself.

Whoever swapped Hunter's pills

with placeboes wanted him
depressed, suicidal...

And dead.

JERRY:
Hello. Can you see me?

Yeah, you look beautiful.
Now get me out of here.

Few more of these, we'll be able
to start cutting a new door.

Couple more?!

Sorry.

Hey, Danny, stay with me.

We're getting closer, all right?

Remember that blue trace
we found when we first arrived?

Send it through.

I'm sending it through.

Here it comes.

Got it.

Making progress.
Yeah.

Crime stopper, run to Ray's,
grab me a slice,

extra pepperoni, all right?

Bring it back.

Just fold it up,
slide it right through, huh?

That's no way to treat
good pizza, Messer.

I checked on Hagler

and Dr. Penn.

Alibis check out.

( beeping )

What do you got there?

Surfactant and hypochlorite.

And for those of us
with just a high school diploma?

Uh, soap and bleach.

Laundry detergent.

Someone was in a hurry.

FLACK:
Is that blood?

There's only one way
to find out.

It's diluted,
but it definitely is blood.

Linda was trying
to wash her uniform

when Jerry cut the power.

Find Linda Cortez.

HAWKES:
Hey, Mac.

Ran our amber sample
through A.M.S.

Carbon date came back
55,000 years old.

From a Kapok tree.

Silk cotton.

Kapok was used to make blowguns
in the jungles of South America.

Isn't that where Angie did her
photo shoot a few months ago?

MAC:
Tell us about this necklace.

It was a gift.

The women in that village
made it for me.

We found pieces of it on the
light that killed your lover.

I wasn't even there.
Well, then how'd

the necklace get there?
I don't know.

Maybe Kandy took it.

When did you take
these pictures?

This morning.

They're all out of focus.

You recently suffered a trauma

to your eye, Angie.

It's called Macular Edema.

It's when you suffer a thermal
injury to the retina.

1,000 degrees ought to do it.

MAC:
Kandy cheated on you,

and you killed her for it.

I told you, I wasn't even there.

That's not what the pictures
are telling us.

I went to the club to apologize.

She was still angry at me
for posting her

on that cheater's website.

We started to argue.

Things...
things got out of hand.

It was an accident.

I loved her.

You sure had a strange way
of showing it.

Give me your hands.

FLACK:
Smoke?

No, thanks.

That's right. You don't smoke.

It's a nasty habit.

Stains your fingers, teeth,
messes with your breath.

You sure you don't
want a cigarette?

I told you.

Right.

I know, right.

But you told Dr. Penn
you smoked.

In fact,

you went to him to quit smoking.

Didn't you?

Got Linda in Interrogation
with nothing to say.

All right.

Then we'll let her
uniform do the talking.

Arterial spray everywhere.

Linda was standing

in front of Hunter
when the cut was made.

DNA confirms that
the blood was his.

Case closed.

Not exactly.

See, if she did
slice his throat,

there'd be a lot more blood

on her sleeve, especially given
the amount of arterial spray

on the rest of the uniform.

Then how did she
slice his throat?

Maybe she didn't.

I'm thinking maybe Hunter
did it himself.

Linda forced him to.

She hypnotized him.

That's why she went to Dr. Penn.

To learn how
to hypnotize Hunter,

not to stop smoking.

Mr. Hudson.

I'm gonna need you

to sit up.

LINDA:
In a few moments, your mind

and body will become
more relaxed...

...concentrate on the sound of
my voice... on the sound of...

( phone rings )
But it still doesn't

explain how she got
into that room.

Danny.

Hey, my-my phone's dying.
I got half a bar.

And we have the housekeeper.

Nice, nice, nice.

But I'm looking at
what seems to be

a secondary blood donor.

If the housekeeper doesn't
have a cut on her body,

she might have a partner.

Know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking you got greedy.

You got sick of taking care

of Mr. Hudson,
so you killed him.

No, I'm sorry.

Actually, you had him
kill himself.

At first, I thought
it was ingenious--

having him commit suicide

via hypnosis.

Now that I see you don't
have any cuts on you,

I know you had a partner.

Jerry.

Yo.

Do me a favor.
Get me out of here.

I'm trying, pal.
Come on.

My partner's got a suspect
in custody right now.

It's going down,
and I'm stuck in here, man.

Yeah, it won't be long now,
I promise.

Get dressed.

( ring tone ):
* By now, I'm...

Jerry?

She stays here.

( clanging and whirring )

Thank you.

Jerry...

What are you doing, man?
Jerry, what are you doing?

I want you to call your partner.

Tell her to let Linda go.

It's you.

It was you?
Stop moving.

Huh?
Stop moving.

You could have opened
this door this whole time!

Stop moving!
Huh?

Stop!
How'd you get
that cut? Huh?

What, he fight back?
He fought back, didn't he?

Let me tell you something,
this wack job

has been wanting
to kill himself for years!

Years!

Come time, he couldn't do it.

( screams )

( screams )

Stop moving!

Get on the phone!

All right, easy.

Pick up the phone!

Call your partner! Now!
I will!

All right.

Call your partner!

Partner's right here!

Leave!

Now or I'll kill him!

Danny!

Settle down.

Relax your arm!
Settle down!

You all right?

Thanks, yeah.

All right.
We got him.

All right, get on
your feet. Come on.

( siren blaring )

( indistinct voices
in distance )

Hey, what do you say
we get out of here?

You got a phone
I could use?

Yep.

Thanks.

I'll catch up
with you. All right?
No problem.

( dialing )

( sighs )
( line ringing )

Louie.

It's your brother.

You want to go grab that beer?

Yeah, yeah.

I'll grab you in an hour.

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