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* You know it's a sin to tell a lie

* Still you keep saying I love you

* It may be true, I wish I knew

* But I'm giving fair warning to you

(maniacal laughter)

* Be sure it's true when you say I love you

(laughing gets louder)

* It's a sin to tell a lie

* Millions of hearts have been broken

- (sobs) No!

* Just because these words were spoken

- [Voiceover] Somebody help me!

Help!

* I love you, yes I do, I love you

- [Voiceover] Help!

* If you break my heart I'll die

* So be sure it's true when you say I love you

- (sobs) Please don't kill me.

* It's a sin to have a lie - Please don't kill me please!

* Be sure it's true when you say I love you

* It's a sin to tell a lie

* Millions of hearts have been broken

- Somebody help me!

* Just because these words were spoken

* I love you, yes I do, I love you

* If you break my heart I'll die

(laughing)

* So be sure it's true when you say I love you

- Help, help!

* It's a sin to tell a lie * (screaming)

(blues music)

* Folks I'm going down to St. James infirmary

* See, my baby there, she's stretched out

* On a long white table

* She's so sweet, so cold, so fair

(electrical charge) (muffled screaming)

* Let her go, let her go, God bless her

* Wherever she may be

* She will search this wide world over

* But she'll never find another sweet man like me

* Now when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches

* Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat

(electrical charge) (muffled screaming)

* Put a $20 gold piece on my watch chain

* So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat

* Then give me six crap shooting pall bearers

* Let a chorus girl sing me a song

* Put a red hot jazz box at the top of my head

* So we can raise hallelujah as we go along

(screaming)

* Folks, now that you have heard my story

* Say boy, hand me over another shot of that booze

* If anyone should ask you

* Tell them I've got those St. James Infirmary blues *

- If I can't find you...

Then I'll make you come after me.

- Hey Cordova, Chief's looking for you.

She doesn't look happy.

- When does she?

That woman needs to get laid badly.

All that pent up aggression.

- Man, I wouldn't even speak out loud

about this, she really hates you.

- You know what all that hate is, right?

Sexual tension.

(chuckling)

Chief, why the long face?

- The bastard did it now, Cordova,

he killed a goddamn lawyer.

- She was a lawyer?

- A crooked lawyer, but very well connected.

She was the commissioner's niece.

- Shit.

- Yeah shit, and you have once again

proven yourself to be completely

inept at handling the situation.

All these kills since JC, and we're nowhere

closer to finding any leads.

- I'll get Brock on it.

- No, the hell you will!

I want Kate on it now!

Don't give me that look.

You know she's the best.

If anyone would want to nail that bastard, it's Kate.

Besides, it's not like you can handle it.

- Kate's damaged goods.

She went crazy after JC.

- Please, you've been gunning for her position for months.

Big shot womanizer.

Cordova with a woman Police Chief

and another as his commanding officer.

(phone rings)

Yeah.

Crap, when?

All right, send Brock and Amanda.

Kate is the lead on this.

I'll have Cordova meet you all down there.

Damn it.

Another killing.

A hooker.

- The Laughing Mask?

- We don't know.

Go figure it out.

- On it.

Rethink this Kate business, Chief.

She's nothing but a liability in the field.

= Kate.

(country rock music)

- So did I rock your world or what, babe?

- Or what.

- You know what we should do?

We should just take off and fly to Tahiti.

Enjoy the scenery babe, you know what I mean?

- No, no one knows what you mean, Chuck.

- Chad, babe.

- Whatever.

- So how many orgasms did Chad give you?

- None.

Did you just refer to yourself in third person?

- I counted three, milady.

- Being jackrabbitted for five minutes

hardly constitutes as a good time.

- Babe, come on, I thought we were having a great time.

- If you call me babe one more time,

I swear to God I'm gonna fucking shoot you.

- [Chad] Come on babe, Chad is purely awesome in bed, babe.

- That's it!

- Oh no, babe, no no, no no, I didn't mean

babe, I meant like a hot cougar.

- Cougar?!

- [Chad] Yeah!

- Get out!

- [Chad] I'm sorry.

(phone rings)

- Hello?

Should I consider this the end of my vacation?

How am I possibly gonna get to that crime scene?

(helicopter whirring) (police radio chatter)

- [Brock] That's a shame right there.

- Quite a tragedy.

- Now those are nice.

- Damn it!

- What's up, man?

- They're fake.

- Hold on, I could've sworn those tits were real.

- Check for yourself.

- Checking for a pulse, Cordova?

(whistling "Hail to the Chief")

- Well well well.

Look who it is.

Was that really necessary?

- Is your red Porsche really necessary?

- How was your vacation, Kate?

- Long, boring, just wanna get back to work.

So what the hell happened here?

- Well Mr. John Green over there,

one of those local hippies that

loves to recycle shit, he found the

body around 1:30 PM.

We have no eyewitnesses and there's

no security cameras.

- Who is she?

- She was dumped here naked, no ID, no nothing.

We sent her pictures and now we're

awaiting to hear back the results.

(camera clicks)

- Cause of death?

- Asphyxiation.

No signs of a struggle.

Signs of sexual activity.

My best guess would be auto-erotic asphyxiation gone wrong.

- (laughs) You see, that's my kind of girl.

She likes it rough.

- That is so incriminating of you, Brock.

- Fuck you, Amanda.

- Ugh, come on Amanda, help me flip the body.

- We got some ink.

- Whoa whoa whoa, wait a minute here.

I've seen that tattoo before.

- You are just making yourself the prime suspect today.

- Wait, where have you seen that?

- It's Wink's brand.

He's known to tattoo his girls.

Brands them like they're cattle.

- Who's Wink?

- You've really been out of the

action for awhile Kate, huh?

Let me fill you in.

Wink is this lowlife pimp, drug pushing piece

of shit and he's part of The Rancors.

- What the hell's a Rancor?

- New crime syndicate, just popped up

out of nowhere last few months.

Wink, well he runs their prostitution ring.

- I mean what the hell have you

guys been doing since I've been out?

Why didn't you bring him in?

- Well you see, he's a slippery bastard.

This guy always has an alibi.

Nobody wants to testify, no one.

Anybody who tries, they disappear.

- Where is he?

- He's known to hang out at this

strip club called The Barn.

- I'm gonna go find him.

- Are you sure you're up for this, O'Malley?

First day back on the job, maybe you

should take it easy, you know?

I can go check it out.

- (laughs) Sure, Cordo, you just wanna

check out the girls, man.

- And your point?

- No, you guys finish up here.

I got this.

Stop looking at my ass, Cordova!

- Come on!

It's one of the few perks from working with ya.

(phone rings)

- Crap.

Hey Lloyd, what's up?

- Did you forget something, Kate?

- Oh fuck, Nancy, is she all right?

- [Lloyd] She is now.

Forgetting to pick up our daughter at school?

What the hell is wrong with you?

- I got racked up with this--

- Let me guess, it was an emergency.

- There was a murder.

- [Lloyd] So you're back at work?

Still, the body wasn't going anywhere.

Listen, I know you don't care about

how I feel, but Nancy's your daughter.

- I don't need this shit from you right now.

- You fucked up our marriage because

of this stupid shit, don't ruin your

relationship with her too.

- Let me talk to her.

- Nancy do you want to talk to your mom?

She doesn't wanna talk to you right now.

- All right, well tell her I'm sorry.

I'll make it up to her.

- Don't make promises you can't keep.

* What you want, what you want

* What you want, what you want

* What you want, what you want *

- Stupid disgusting bitch!

(sobbing)

The fuck you think you're going, huh?

Trying to get pregnant on me?

You trying to run away?

- (sobs) I wasn't trying to run away.

- Really?

I found your fucking bags, you whore.

- (sobs) Please stop.

- And we found your piece of shit boyfriend!

Bring that motherfucker over here!

Right here, right here, right in front of her.

This him?

Huh?

Is this your knight in shining armor?

Is this your savior?

Look at me, you fucking stupid bitch, look at me!

Look at him.

I want you to tell him.

I want you to tell him you love him.

- No, no.

- Say it.

Say it!

- I love you.

Oh God, no no no no.

(gunshot)

No, no!

- [Voiceover] (laughs) Yeah, man!

Yeah!

(sobbing)

Stupid nasty bitch.

- [Voiceover] This is the shit I'm talking about.

(maniacal laughter) (old blues music)

The fuck is that?

- [Voiceover] a laugh?.

- No fucking shit, Sherlock!

Go check it out!

Hurry up!

- All right, all right!

- [Voiceover] Check it.

- Nothing serious.

- [Voiceover] Man don't be a pussy.

- Nobody's here--

(dramatic sting)

- What the fuck?!

- [Voiceover] What the fuck?!

Fuck was that?!

- It's blood, man!

- Go check it out!

- You have the gun!

- Motherfucker, you better go check it out.

Move it!

- [Voiceover] Oh shit!

- Motherfucker!

(gunfire)

(bone cracks)

(screaming)

Son of a bitch!

(bone cracks)

(screaming)

* 'Cause he runs on the floor

* 500 or more

* And he says he will come

* With a horrible sound

* Like a hundred million drums

* A million one, he really had to

* Yes that man will really affect you

* What you say, he almost tried to

* Say have a super oogie woogie

* Better get by, more that you try

* He will soon have you feeling his rhythm

* He makes you sing

* Enjoying the beats like the rhythm swings

* So if you don't go along

- I'll fucking kill you!

(maniacal laughing)

You're dead!

* I'm the oogie woogie boogie man *

- Don't.

(laughing)

This is O'Malley.

I need backup.

(acoustic guitar music)

- Double coconut café mocha?

And black coffee for you.

- Thank you.

- Anyone ever tell you you resemble

a young Angelina Jolie?

- No.

- My name is Markus Tipton, talent agent.

Call my office.

This could be your lucky day.

- Thank you.

- A little early in the day, Jake.

- Yeah, well this scotch is probably older than her.

- Touche.

Well I read your book last night

and I gotta be honest, my expectations were,

how do I put this, not very high.

- Your confidence in my work is overwhelming as always.

- I was just expecting a boring biographical

type account of events, but this, this is riveting.

But somewhat suicidal.

- What do you mean?

- Well that masked character is still out there.

He's killed what, four people?

I don't think this was the best

idea taunting him this way, don't you agree?

- Maybe I don't care.

- But I care, and if you're not

thinking of yourself, think about me and all

the money I'm going to lose if you die.

- Well now Mark, everybody knows an

artist's work skyrockets after his death.

- That's a good point.

But all jokes aside Jake, this is suicide.

- Don't worry about it.

Everything's gonna be fine, just set up the interview.

I'll take it from there.

- Fine.

(phone buzzes)

- Hey Red, what's up?

You what, you sure, you okay?

Are you sure?

No, look, I've got a meeting, I can cancel.

If you're sure, okay.

All right, well I'll see you at the house then.

All right.

- What's going on?

- I gotta go.

- Check please.

- What type of tea do you prefer?

- I don't cake, Jake.

- Well chamomile then.

Mine's black currant.

Yeah, JC used to make it for me.

I've grown quite fond of it.

- Seriously?

You went through with it?

Are you fucking kidding me?!

This guy's a maniac!

You know what he's gonna do to you?!

- What do you mean?

- I saw him tonight, in the alley.

Yeah, he attacked me.

- The laughing mask guy, he attacked you?

Did you kill him?

- No, he's fast.

Held a knife to my throat, toyed with me

for a little bit, and then let me loose.

What the hell you think he's gonna do to you?

- Did you want sugar?

- Sugar?

Are you fucking kidding me, what's wrong with you?!

After JC died, did you just give

up ever trying to find Barbara?

This guy is our only lead to finding out what happened.

What are you planning on doing?

- I wanna show you something.

Follow me.

I've been tracking him for months.

I'm convinced.

This bastard knows what happened to Barbara.

- What the fuck, Jake!

You're tampering with evidence from a crime scene!

I'm a cop!

This is the kind of shit that gets people arrested!

- Three months you were gone, Kate.

Do you know what the cops did in that time?

Nothing.

This psycho killed three people since then.

Not a single arrest was made.

- This is not a TV show, Jake.

You're not a cop.

You're just a writer.

What could you possibly do that

my department isn't already doing?

- These are the three deaths since JC's.

One was a lawyer.

(muffled screaming)

Second was an accountant.

(gasps)

And the third was a doctor.

No connection, nothing to tie them together.

Besides of course the beware signs.

- Exactly.

- Except this.

- Who the hell's Lopez?

- No idea.

All I know is that he had paid

each of them, and then this laughing mask

guy picked them off one by one.

I don't know where this trail leads, this is as

as I can get with my limited resources.

Like you said, I'm just a writer.

You need to go out and figure this out, Kate.

- This doesn't change my opinion

on you publishing this book.

- Fine.

I'll call Mark.

(jazzy bass guitar music)

- That's vintage there.

Now we wait.

Now we wait.

Life is good.

(notification beep)

Will you look at that.

It was a collectible after all.

(laughing)

(power fizzes out)

(ominous music)

Who's out there?!

(door slams)

I'll call the cops!

And I got a gun!

(groaning)

Please, please.

Oh man.

Oh no, no, please please please.

Stop!

I got money.

(blues music)

* Hidey hidey hidey hi

* Hidey hidey hidey hi

* Whoa oh whoa oh

* Whoa oh whoa oh

* You didn't see me climb through the window

- The fuck you want?

* Nobody had to open that door - Son of a bitch!

Who are you?!

* I just climbed right through the wall

* And I want you one and all

- Fucking kill you, you bastard!

* To let me have the floor

* Take a look, I'm not such a stranger

* Here's the face your cokeys all ought to know

- Bastard, I'll kill you.

* You can tell me I'm not wanted

- Stop, come on, please stop!

* 'Cause I'm the ghost of Smokey Joe

- I'll give you anything you want, come on.

Stop, please stop!

Please stop!

Come on, man!

Come on!

Hey, please, please don't.

Don't, come on, stop!

Stop, no more!

Come on, no no no no!

* Do you remember Minnie

* Yes we remember Minnie

* The thrill I never found

* You'll never recognize your Minnie

* You mean to say that Minnie was kicking the gong around

* I've got a date on my estate down in Haiti

* Call my chariot so I can go

(chainsaw revs)

* And should the boots your walking

* Just tell them you've been talking

* To the ghost of Smokey Joe

* Yes I remember Minnie

* She's that thrill I never found

* People say that Minnie was kicking the gong around

* I've got a date on my estate down in Haiti

* Call my chariot so I can go

* And should the boots your walking

* Just tell her you've been talking

* To the ghost of Smokey Joe *

(maniacal laughing)

- Hey Brock!

Listen, I need your help with something.

I'm trying to catch up here.

Does the name Lopez mean anything to you?

- That's a pretty broad question, Kate.

- I've been looking at The Laughing Mask kills

and I found something pretty interesting.

- What do you got?

- [Kate] Check it out.

- What, all these people had deposits from this Lopez guy?

- I mean that's the thing.

I checked out all three of them and

no one named Lopez knows any of them.

- Did you run an IP address search

to find the location of the computer

that made these deposits?

What, 'cause I'm a bigger guy I'm

not supposed to know anything about computers?

(chuckles) Let me help you out.

- Learn something new every day, huh?

- Step aside for a second.

Let me work my magic.

All right, let's take a look here.

Huh.

The computer used to make these

transactions was located in The Barn.

- The strip club?

- Yeah.

Where Wink was just killed.

(phone rings)

- Yes?

- [Cordova] Kate, we have another one.

- All right, text me the address.

I'll be right over there.

(dramatic piano music)

So what happened here?

- Mr. John Grunswald is the owner

of the funeral home that the victim...

Larry Willows works at.

He called us as soon as he found him like this.

- What's inside all these boxes?

- Well it looks like Mr. Willows

was doing some moonlighting as

an Ebay seller on the side.

He was selling stuff that was

buried with the deceased.

Clothes, toys, gold, etc.

- Gold?

- Gold teeth.

- He's all yours, Kate.

- How long have you known Mr. Willows?

- He's been working for me for five years.

- And did you know that he was

selling the deceased's personal items on Ebay?

- No, of course not.

I was shocked and appalled when

I discovered what he was doing.

I couldn't believe it.

- Well thank you, Mr. Grunswald,

and I'll contact you if I have

any further questions.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Thanks.

- Good of you to show up.

- Hey, figured the body wasn't going anywhere.

- Hey, if we're gonna be doing the

mortuary humor, I get to be the quippy CSI.

- And this is the point in every

crappy movie when the cop comes in

and says "What's the cause of death?"

- And I say something like "He should've saw it coming."

- But let's just skip that, shall we?

- [Amanda] Let's.

- So what is the cause of death?

- Well he should've saw it coming.

- Really?

- Just a couple of regular jokers, aren't we?

- Shut up, Cordova.

(squishing noise)

What is that?

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic sting)

("Pop Goes the Weasel" melody)

- I'm gonna need a new pair of undies.

- What the hell?

- It looks like his internal organs

have been removed and replaced with toys.

- Well that's a fucked up pinata right there.

- Keep looking.

(muffled speaking)

Hey Amanda, I need you to run some DNA on this elephant.

Let me know what you find.

Call me and only me if you find anything, all right?

- What do you think this is?

- I think it might be Barbara's,

but I don't wanna get anybody's hopes up.

- No worries.

I understand.

- Thanks.

Now I'm off to my closet to find my hooker dress.

- Yeah, well they said that he used

to do the... used to play there during nights.

- How you feeling, Jake?

- I'm okay.

- [Mark] Don't worry about anything.

Just forget everything the critics

have said and focus on the sales.

Just go out there and be yourself, okay?

- Mark, I'm fine.

I've got this.

- So you know what not to ask, right?

- Yes, I got all the e-mails and texts,

as in plural, as in all 16 of them, Mark.

- Good good, it's good to be prepared I always say.

Well let's get started then.

Angela, this is Jake.

- Hi Jake, nice to finally meet you.

- You as well, I apologize for Mark,

he can be a little protective.

- It's okay, nothing to apologize for,

it's understandable, let's get started.

Are you ready for this?

- Yeah I'm ready.

- [Angela] Okay.

- All right.

- [Voiceover] We're going live in five, four, three.

(gentle piano music)

- Hey everyone and thanks for watching Rose Live,

my name is Angela Rose and we have

a very special guest with us today.

His book, The Laughing Mask of Vengeance,

has been sitting as a best seller

on New York Times for the last two weeks.

Please help me welcome Mr. Jake Johnson.

- Hi.

I'm sorry Angela, before we begin,

can I ask you a favor?

- [Angela] Yes, Mr. Johnson.

- No no, please, call me Jake.

- Yes Jake, of course, what is it?

- My fantastic agent Mark gave you a

list of questions that you could ask me, right?

- Yes, I have them right here.

- Tear them up.

You better do it quickly before

my agent has a heart attack.

- Are you sure, once I do this

it's no holds barred.

- I wouldn't have it any other way.

- Okay, here we go.

In your book, you go into factual detail

and then you go into how you finally

hunt and catch your killer.

Your wife was murdered and your

daughter was kidnapped, is that correct?

- That is correct, yeah.

- Isn't it disrespectful to make

money off your wife's murder,

especially with the ongoing search

for your missing daughter, it's a pretty

sleazy thing to do.

- Well don't pull any punches now, Angela,

I mean there's no need to sugarcoat it.

- You told me to tear the cards.

- I did.

It's a fair question.

I've been listening to a lot of critics

talk about what my intentions were

when I wrote this book.

And the truth is...

I needed closure.

In a case like this where no evidence

was found, no arrests were made,

even if it was only in a fictitious

form, I needed vindication.

- You know Jake, I just finished

reading your book and I have to

say the way you portray the killer

is nothing short of a suicide note.

I mean you extrapolate how he was abused

as a child and then has a sexual dysfunction.

- I said he probably can't get

it up without torturing someone.

A sadistic person like that gets

off on other people's pain.

They're usually cowards, so they have

to create a persona to hide them from the

failures they've created in their own lives.

- What about the money factor?

You can't ignore that millions of copies

of your books are being sold, and this

has nothing to do with the money?

- All proceeds from this book will

be donated to the National Center

of Missing and Exploited Children.

I'm literally not making a dime off this.

This is not about the money.

- Then what is it about?

You can't expect us to think this

is only about closure, Mr. Johnson.

There has to be more to it.

- Oh there is.

For the past few months I've been living in fear.

And the death of my family, along with the

fact that that psychotic...

That he's still out there, well that's been

my cross to bear on a daily basis.

Today I am no longer afraid.

I will be a victim no more.

I refuse to be silent any longer.

If that twisted son of a bitch wants

to find me, well he knows where I live.

- Okay folks, that is all the time

we have for today, I'm Angela Rose,

and this is Rose Live.

- [Voiceover] And we're clear.

- So did you get what you wanted?

- You just aired the longest death sentence

in TV history and I did nothing to stop it.

- Yeah, well think of the ratings you'll get.

(rock music)

- What'll it be, gorgeous?

- Whiskey please.

- Hey babe.

It's a little early for that, don't you think?

- Well see, my boyfriend, he kicked me

out of the apartment, and this drink

right here symbolizes the only

money I have left.

- Such a shame.

With a body like yours, you'd be raking

the dough here in no time.

- You think?

- I know so, baby.

- Are y'all hiring?

- We're always hiring beautiful girls.

- So who do I talk to?

- You're talking to me, doll.

You know, I'm the only man you'll ever need.

- So you must be the owner then?

- You could say I'm in charge.

- The hell you are.

- Hey, you shut the fuck up!

Wink is dead, you fucking hear me,

I'm the fucking boss here now!

You fucking hear me?!

Such a fucking asshole.

- Somebody died?

- Yeah, a former manager here.

Got his head popped off like a champagne cork.

(chuckles)

- Well that just sounds terrible.

- Not for me.

Not for me, next in line to the throne, baby.

Once Lopez signs off on it, I'll be running

this joint and The Rancors.

- Well I love me a powerful man.

- [Voiceover] Then you're gonna love me.

- Well I was gonna go out and get some things

and I was gonna be right back.

Would you wait for me?

- I don't wait for no one.

But for those I'll make an exception.

- I'll be right back.

* She'll be the little small town girl from somewhere

* 'Cause she's got fast cars, nice shoes

* Bad habits and blues, got everything a tough girl needs

* Nice legs, killer smile, great body *

(dramatic piano music)

- Come on, you bastard.

I've done my part.

Now it's your turn.

* Oh the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear

* And it shows them pearly whites

* Just a jackknife

- Mama mia, delicious!

* And he keeps it out of sight

* You know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe

* Scarlet billows start to spread

* Fancy gloves, oh, wears MacHeath, babe

* So there's never, never a trace of red

* Now let that thick smoke on the sidewalk

* Huh, ooo Sunday morning, uh huh

* Lies a body oozing life

- Wait.

* Someone's sneaking around the corner

* Could that someone be ol' Mack the Knife

* There's a tugboat, huh, huh

* Down by the river don't you know

* Where a cement bag's just dropping on down *

- You can definitely be in the movie, Marcie.

Let's just see how grateful you are.

I'm gonna make you work for it.

(music changes to classical music)

* Five will get ya a dime old Macky's back in town

* You hear 'bout Louie Miller

* He did to the rhythm, honey *

(music changes back) - What the hell?

* You know it's a sin to tell a lie

* Still you keep saying I love you

* It may be true, I wish I knew

* But I'm giving fair warning to you

* Be sure it's true when you say I love you

* It's a sin to tell a lie *

* Five gonna get you a dime old Macky's back in town

* Now did you hear about Louie Miller

* He did to the rhythm, honey

* After drawing out all his hard-earned cash

* And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor *

(screaming)

- [Voiceover] Hello, girls and boys.

I'm your Peter Pan storyteller.

When you hear this sound.

(bell dings)

You turn the page.

Now let's read the story together.

Here we go.

Alice in Wonderland.

(fanciful music)

On a warm summer day many years ago,

a little girl named Alice was making

daisy chains in the grass when suddenly,

right in front of her, ran a little white rabbit

with long ears and pink eyes.

(bell dings)

He was wearing white gloves and he carried

a green umbrella and a little magic fan.

- [Rabbit] Oh my ears and whiskers,

I mustn't be late, I mustn't be late!

(fanciful music)

* I'm a silly little rabbit from Wonderland

* I got a green umbrella and a magic fan

* I'd like to stay and play with you

* But I've got things I must do

* Hippity hop, hippity hop, I'm off to Wonderland *

(giggles)

- [Voiceover] And away ran the little

white rabbit and jumped down the rabbit

hole with Alice following right behind him.

(orchestral sting)

(bell dings)

Alice found herself sitting at the

bottom of the rabbit hole in the

middle of a big room surrounded

by many beautiful golden doors,

all tightly shut.

Then she spied a golden key lying

on a little glass table.

- [Alice] Maybe this will fit one of the doors

and I'll find the white rabbit.

(bell dings)

- [Voiceover] But the only door that

the key would fit was hanging there.

(screaming)

This door was hardly as big as a dollhouse door.

- [Alice] Oh dear, I'll never fit through that door.

- [Voiceover] But just then, Alice saw a bottle

with the words "drink me" written on it.

(bell dings)

So she took a drink from the bottle.

- [Alice] My goodness, I'm getting smaller!

And smaller!

And smaller!

- [Voiceover] And there was little Alice,

so very very small, until she spied

a little box lying near the wall.

In the box was a small cake with

the words "eat me" marked in raisins.

So she ate the cake.

- [Alice] Oh my goodness, I'm getting taller!

And taller!

And taller!

Stop, stop!

(bell dings)

- [Voiceover] Alice was now over

nine feet high and so frightened,

she didn't notice the white rabbit

coming down the hall.

(fanciful music)

* I'm a silly little rabbit from Wonderland

* Where turtles go to school and think it's grand

* Where elephants are as big as fleas

* And now if you will pardon me

* I'll take off like the breeze *

(screaming)

- [Voiceover] As the rabbit ran away,

he dropped his little magic fan.

(bell dings)

Turn the record over and we will

continue on the other side.

(dramatic music)

- Goddammit.

Fell asleep again.

I knew it.

No more booze!

Come on Jake, come on!

Keep your head clear.

Come on come on, wake up, come on!

What the hell?

Damn washer.

(dramatic sting)

Fuck!

(glass shatters)

Mark?

(sirens wailing) (police radio noise)

- I told you not to release the book!

What do you do?

You go on live TV!

Don't blow me off, Jake!

We had a deal, okay?

I help you find the psycho and

you don't release the book.

- Mark's dead because of me.

- Yeah, because he doesn't want to kill you.

He wants to torture you.

And now he's gonna do everything

he can to target every person

you've ever loved or cared about.

We have to get you out of here

now and into protective custody.

- Yeah, not gonna happen.

I'm not going anywhere.

If he shows up, I'll deal with him.

Did you find out anything?

- Lopez runs The Rancors.

A thug for hire type local gang.

Everybody that's been killed so far

has either been a member or associated

with them in some way.

Wink ran their prostitution ring.

- How does that help us find Barbara?

- It doesn't, but if we can find this Lopez,

okay, then we can use him as bait.

I don't think he'll come after you, not yet.

God Jake, your whole plan was

misconceived from the beginning!

- Look, somebody had to do something!

Someone did!

- Just stay safe, out of the way.

Let me handle this.

That's why you came to me.

If that bastard has Barbara, we will find her.

Take those.

They'll calm you.

I'm gonna get you some water.

- [Amanda] You can just take this back

inside the van and then I'll be right there with you.

As soon as you get this back in the van

I'll be out in just a few minutes and

then we can take this back to...

There, and Cordova will show up and

we'll get this guy put back together.

Okay, all right?

- Anything?

- Nope, nothing.

There's no blood, no hair, no DNA.

It's like the head grew on the plate.

- How'd he get in?

- No signs of forced entry, all windows and doors locked.

I mean this is the first time I've ever

been on a scene, there's no evidence.

Whoever this guy is, he is very very good at what he does.

- What about Mark's home?

- Cordova's over there with another team.

The body was actually found by

this waitress from the local coffee house,

yeah, Mr. Romantic over there, he invited her

over for an audition, and check this out,

there was a note on the front door

that said "Come inside, 'head' to the kitchen."

- You're kidding me.

- [Amanda] Nope.

- No, it fucking said head in quotation marks.

- So she walks into the kitchen and

there's a body, no head, blood everywhere,

filled with knives, just craziest scene.

Needless to say, all her tit money's

gonna be going towards therapy bills.

- And of course there's no clues we can use.

- It's all clean, just like all the others.

We ain't got shit.

- Great.

Jake.

We'll find her.

Hey, what's with the row of keys in the cabinet?

I never noticed that before.

- They're master keys.

For the tenants.

In case they lose one, we can cut one for them.

- What tenants?

- My family, they made their money in real estate.

They sold most of it years ago,

but they kept this one little place

over in Pine Hills, I think?

I thought you knew that.

- No, first time.

- Why do you ask?

- No reason.

At any rate, I just wanted to let

you know you can stay at my house.

You'll be safer there.

- [Jake] I'm not leaving.

- Look, we can't make you Jake, but I would.

(phone rings)

I have to go.

Brock's gonna have the patrol car

parked out front for the next two days.

Shit, I gotta go.

If you need anything, please call me.

(dramatic piano riff)

* Boo, I'm the boogeyman

* The terrible, horrible boogeyman

* I come in the middle of night and

* Frighten bad little girls like you

* Beware, better have a care

* I'm going to follow you everywhere

* I crawl through the ceiling and the wall

* And call on bad little girls like you

* I'll torture you and hunt you

* I got you where I want you

* A victim of my dark and dirty plot

* At the slightly whim, I'll tear you limb from limb

* In other words, I'll put you on the spot

* Boo, I'm the boogeyman

* The terrible, horrible boogeyman

* I come in the middle of the night

* And frighten bad little girls like you *

(screaming)

- [Voiceover] Bobby was the first to go.

He dashed out into the sunlight singing and joyful.

* I'll build a fine house, get myself a good wife

* And settle down for the rest of my life *

- [Voiceover] That's what he thought when he came

Across a man carrying a load of straw.

Spotty asked the man.

- [Spotty] What have you there, mister?

- [Voiceover] Straw, my fine young pig.

Would you like some?

- [Spotty] Oh very much.

I'll build me a house out of the straw.

Oh thank you.

- [Voiceover] And so Spotty took the

straw and built himself a fine looking house.

He finished it up in one day.

But the next day the wolf came.

He knocked on the door.

(knocking)

- [Wolf] Open up, my friend, and let me come in.

- [Spotty] No never mister Wolf, not by the

hair of my chiny chin chin!

(sobbing)

- [Wolf] Then I'll huff, and I'll puff,

and I'll blow your house in!

(dramatic sting)

- [Voiceover] And so the wolf took

Spotty to his cave.

Then the wolf went out looking for Curly Tail.

Well when Curly Tail set out to see his fortune,

he also met the man.

This time he was carrying a load of twigs.

* You smiled when we parted

* It hurt me somehow

* I thought there was nothing worthwhile

* The tables are turning

* And you're crying now

* While I am just learning to smile

(groaning)

* Who's sorry now

* Who's sorry now

* Whose heart is aching for breaking each vow

* Who's sad and blue

* Who's crying too

* Just like I cried over you

* Right to the end

* Just like a friend

* I tried to warn you somehow

* You had your way

* Now you must pay

* I'm glad that you're sorry now

- (muffled) No, no, no, no!

* You will never know the pain you had brought to me

* When I realized that it was not to be

* Every hour of sadness that I spent

* They say madness will embrace you

- No, no--

(gunshot)

* You knew love was blind at last *

(music cuts off)

(muffled distant screaming)

(upbeat keyboard music)

* A very happy birthday to you

* A very happy birthday to you

* Smile a smile from ear to ear

* Wish a wish that lasts all year *

- Finally Kate, what the fuck?

- Would you stop giving me grief, Lloyd, okay?

I'm here, I'm just a few minutes late.

- A few minutes?

I should be lucky you even showed up this time?

- How I ever married you, or had sex

with you, is beyond me, okay?

By the way, this is an inappropriate

time to have this conversation.

We're at our kid's ucking birthday party.

- 'Cause you're so readily available all the other times?

- I'm doing my job.

You're out there banging your secretary.

- My secretary, what are you even talking about?

- You know what I mean.

- [Lloyd] Know what you mean?

This is ridiculous, Kate.

- Where's Nancy?

- She's right over there.

- Nancy?

Nancy!

(ominous music)

(screaming)

Nancy, baby!

- [Lloyd] Oh my God, baby!

Nancy, what are you doing?

- [Kate] Nancy, baby!

- [Lloyd] Oh my God, Nancy, what are you doing?

- Baby, are you okay?

Why'd you leave the party?

- Some clown gave me this balloon.

- Baby, where'd this clown go?

- [Nancy] That way.

Okay Lloyd, take her now.

Get out of here.

- Come on, we'll get some cake, okay?

(maniacal laughing)

- You made a big mistake coming for my daughter.

(ominous music)

(gunshots)

Damn it.

(coughing)

(classical blues music)

* You know it's a sin to tell a lie

* Still you keep saying I love you

- [Kate] Why are you doing this?!

* This may be true, I wish I knew

* But I'm giving fair warning to you

* Be sure it's true when you say I love you

* It's a sin to tell a lie

* Millions of hearts have been broken

* Just because these words were spoken

* I love you, yes I do, I love you

(sobbing)

* If you break my heart, I'll die

* So be sure it's true

- Bastard!

* When you say I love you

* It's a sin to tell a lie

* Be sure it's true when you say I love you

* It's a sin to tell a lie

* Millions of hearts have been broken

* Just because these words were spoken

* I love you, yes I do, I love you

(maniacal laughing)

* If you break my heart I'll die

* So be sure it's true when you say I love you

* It's a sin to tell a lie

* Be sure it's true when you lay I love you

- No, no!

- Christ, Kate!

Are you okay?

Kate!

- Don't let him get away!

* I love you, yes it's *

- [Voiceover] Miss O'Malley, stop being a baby.

- [Kate] Well it hurts!

- [Voiceover] You're fine, I hardly even touch--

- [Kate] Ow!

Get a doctor!

- You know what, I will call the doctor, okay?

If that makes you happy.

- Makes me happy.

(heart monitor beeping)

- Well you've done it now.

- What do you mean?

- Your little covert operation is over.

Yeah, I know about it, Kate.

Brock told me everything.

- It wasn't a secret, Cordova.

And I didn't withhold shit.

Just didn't have time to log in the evidence.

- Twice this guy's put you in the hospital.

You're lucky we were already looking

for you when 911 dispatch contacted us.

Otherwise, you might be dead.

Do you have any clue who he is?

- None, but if he's coming after me

we must be pretty close.

You got anything at the location?

DNA, fingerprints, anything?

- Amanda's checked it over with a fine-toothed comb.

Nothing.

- That's impossible.

- What about the leads you told Brock about?

Where are you at with those?

- This Lopez guy, he runs The Rancors.

And through them, most of the crime in the city.

- Never heard of a Lopez.

- The Laughing Mask is systematically

killing off his men one by one.

That's why we need to get to him before he does.

And there are these bank statements.

These transactions were made from

a computer at The Barn.

When I went there, this guido looking

kid told me all about this Lopez guy.

- This kid?

- Yeah.

- His body was found where Wink's was this morning.

- Oh my God.

- Whatever he told you cost him his life.

This is serious, Kate.

Did they see you at this bar?

- Yeah.

The bartender got a good look at me.

- Take my advice, stay in bed.

Don't do anything, now you've got

The Rancors and this maniac on your ass.

We'll put an officer outside your door,

I'll follow up from here.

Don't do anything, you hear me?

- I can take care of myself.

- Says the woman with multiple

broken ribs in the hospital bed.

Think of Nancy, Kate.

She needs her mother alive.

- Fine.

But you keep me updated on everything.

So what's your next move?

- After looking at what you have,

I think I might know where he's going next.

One last thing, where did you

get these bank statements?

- I can't say, Cordova.

- It might mean catching the son of a bitch.

If I'm gonna help, I need to know everything.

- It was Jake.

Playing detective.

I think he's seen way too many episodes of Castle.

But you don't need to worry about that.

Honestly, I don't know why we didn't

find this shit ourselves.

- Jake Johnson?

- Yeah.

But like I said, dead end there.

- Sure, O'Malley.

Rest up.

(ominous music)

- Sweet dreams, pumpkin.

Love you.

(lights power off)

What the hell?

(maniacal laughing)

Grrr!

You son of a bitch!

You want me?!

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot)

I got you, you son of a...

(groaning)

Go ahead.

Do it, you fucking coward!

You took them from me!

My wife, my little girl! (knocking)

Where's Barbara?!

- [Voiceover] Mr. Johnson!

Mr. Johnson!

- Yeah.

- Are you all right?!

- He was here.

I couldn't catch him.

- Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

- What a dump.

Fucking waste of time.

What is this shit?

(somber piano music)

Son of a bitch.

(dramatic music)

- Kate, Kate, Kate.

You should've stayed in the hospital.

Don't think I won't, gorgeous.

You should've listened.

It's for your own good, you know?

- Chang's?

- The one and only.

- Not afraid of germs?

- Have you seen this place?

Come on Kate, I'm offering you a last meal.

- Alejandro L. Cordova.

Lopez Cordova.

Did you mean to throw that one right in our face?

- One of my proudest achievements, Kate.

But I do have to thank you.

- For what?

- If you didn't have your little

nervous breakdown, The Rancors would still

be nothing more than street thugs and pimps.

Now we run this town.

- What about the masked killer?

He's gonna come after you next.

- Officer O'Malley was found dead at the scene of the crime.

She was never the same after the death of her friend JC.

After returning back from active duty,

Officer O'Malley acted erratically,

conducting her own investigation looking for the killer.

Her body was found mangled and mutilated.

Much like her friend's.

- You're insane.

(groaning)

- Aw, shit!

Bitch!

(ominous music)

(children yelling playfully)

(phone rings)

- Kate, Homicide.

- Hey, I have the results on that

stuffed elephant you gave me.

- What did you find?

- Well the dirt was definitely from the cemetery,

and also there was some DNA.

Besides the groundskeeper, there was

also some from Barbara.

- All right, get a team out to the graveyard.

The girl's buried there.

- Understood.

- Thanks.

I owe you one.

- [Amanda] I'll remember that.

Hey.

- What are you reading?

- Nothing good, honey.

(classical blues music)

* The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye

* The house is haunted by the memories that refuse to die

* I can't get away from a vision that brings

* Intimate glimpses of intimate things

* A voice in my heart like a torch singer sings

* I wonder who's kissing him now

* The house is haunted by the echo of your favorite song

* The place is cluttered up with roses

* That have lived too long, much too long

* The ceiling is white, the shadows are black *

(rock music)

* Going down tonight

* On a magic dragon flight

* Baby I'm just out of sight

* It's a party now because

* You're the best thing, you're the best thing that I know

* You're the best thing, you're the best thing that I know

* Going out tonight

* On my magic carpet ride

* Baby I'm out of sight

* In the morning I'll be gone

* You're the best thing, you're the best thing that I know

* You're the best thing, you're the best thing that I know

* You're the best thing *

- [Voiceover] Cordova, always a pleasure to see you.

You don't look so good.

Poor baby.

You're hurt.

- I feel horrible.

Please help me.

- Fucking Cordova.

When is he gonna share some of that?

- [Cordova] Adam!

You're way too quiet over there.

Come here!

- Don't make me wait too long.

- Shouldn't we be running by now?

That cop chick's gonna be coming after you hard.

- O'Malley's a goddamn pimple.

- I can't believe this place isn't

crawling with cops already.

- I'm tired of running.

This is my night.

My last night!

- Yeah.

- This town belongs to The Rancors!

(lights power down)

(screaming)

(maniacal laughing)

What the fuck you waiting for?!

Shoot the motherfucker!

(gunfire)

(laughter gets louder)

(gunshot)

- Guns, guns are for pussies.

You want to get to Cordova?

You gotta go through me, motherfucker.

You wanna dance, clown boy?

Let's dance!

(gunshot)

- Die! (gunshots)

(maniacal laughing)

(gun clicks)

(gunshot)

(Cordova groaning)

(screaming)

(gunshots)

Mercy, please!

(gunshot)

(knocking)

- What the hell happened to you?

- Cordova.

- The cop?

- Can I come in?

- Yeah, of course.

You sure you're okay?

Can I get you anything to drink?

- Coffee if you have it.

- [Jake] Of course.

- You never heard of Cordova before the other day?

- I've heard you mention him a

few times, but other than that not really.

- That's interesting.

- What's with the cloak and dagger, Kate?

I feel like you're interrogating me.

- Just want to make sure you didn't know.

- Know about what?

You're not making any sense.

- About JC.

- JC?

- And her affair (echo) affair.

(dramatic sting)

- What?

- She went to him after the murder.

After she killed Barbara.

(somber piano music)

You know about this, Jake?

- (sobs) They're gonna catch me, baby,

they're gonna catch me, what do I do?!

- I'll take care of it.

Wink.

- But one thing wasn't making sense to me.

What about Mark?

Talk to me Jake (echo) Jake!

Say something!

(phone rings)

Kate, Homicide.

When?

No, I can't.

Yeah, I'm recovering.

Send Brock.

All right, put me in the loop.

That was the station.

Cordova was found mangled with

bullets in his night club.

The Laughing Mask of Vengeance

was in your damn book title the entire time.

Jake, you're sick.

You need help.

Put those on.

I let you get Cordova.

God help me I did.

Everyone is dead.

Every member of The Rancors is dead.

It's not gonna bring Barbara back.

We know where she's buried, Jake.

(ominous music) (old blues scat singing)

- I did it, love.

I left him.

(chuckles) Yeah.

We're almost out.

Well can you get some more?

I'll make it worth your while.

Yeah.

Love you.

(gasps)

Who the fuck are you?!

(acoustic guitar music)

* I don't want to set

* The world on fire - Jake, I can help you.

I can help you, Jake.

* I just want to start - Yes Jake, I can help you.

* A flame in your heart

- Stay back!

I'm gonna get Jake some help and

you're gonna go away.

You're gonna go--

(screaming)

* And that one is you

* No other will do - I know you're in there Jake.

(maniacal laughing)

Fight him!

Fight him!

* I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim

* I just want to be the one you love

* And with your admission that you feel the same

* I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

* I don't want to set the world on fire

* I just want to start a flame in your heart

(phone rings)

* I don't want to set the world on fire, honey

* I love you too much

* I just want to start

- [Voiceover] 911, what's your emergency?

* A great big flame - [Voiceover] Hello?

* Down in your heart - [Voiceover] Hello, hello?

* You see - [Voiceover] Are you okay?

Hello, is anyone there?

* Way down inside of me

* Darling, I have only one desire

* And that one desire is you

* And I know nobody else ain't gonna do

* I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim

* I just want to be the one you love

* And with you admission that you feel the same

* I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

* I don't want to set the world on fire

* I just want to start a flame in your heart *

- [Maria] My department has prepared a statement.

Our department is deeply saddened by the loss of

decorated officers Kate O'Malley and Alejandro Cordova.

Our thoughts and prayers are with

the families at this difficult time.

I visited them today and spoke

with Kate's daughter Nancy.

She is too young to understand this injustice,

but I assure you that justice

will be served on her behalf.

A daughter has lost her mother,

this department has lost two of its finest.

We will not rest until this masked

vigilante is behind bars.

- [Voiceover] What can you tell us about James Thompson?

- James Thompson, otherwise known as "The Wog",

escaped from custody wounding Officer

Brock Washington in the process.

He is to be considered extremely dangerous.

That is all, thank you.

- You son of a bitch, I'll kill you.

* You know it's a sin to tell a lie

* Still you keep saying I love you

* It may be true, I wish I knew

* But I'm giving fair warning to you

* Be sure it's true when you say I love you

* It's a sin to tell a lie

- [Voiceover] What's wrong with you?

* Millions of hearts have been broken

- [Voiceover] Let me out!

* Just because these words were spoken

- Let me out of here!

* I love you, yes I do, I love you

* If you break my heart I'll die

* So be sure it's true when you say I love you

- You're sick, you sick bastard,

let me out of here, come on!

Come on!

* It's a sin to tell a lie

* Be sure it's true when you say I love you

* It's a sin to tell a lie

- No, get me out of here, get me out of here!

* Just because these words were spoken

- [Voiceover] No!

Come on man, stop!

* If you break my heart, I'll cry

* So be sure it's true when you say I love you

- No, stop, come on!

Let me out, no, no!

No, no! (cutting noise)

(maniacal laughter) (screaming)

* It's a sin to tell a lie *

(classical jazz music)

* Be sure it's true when you say I love you

* It's sin to tell a lie

* Millions of hearts have been broken

* Just because these words were spoken

* I love you, yes I do, I love you

* If you break *