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‐I'm very worried about this.
‐We don't understand it.

Nothing like this
has ever happened before.

All right. Calm down.

There could be
a simple explanation.

He never misses
his appointments.
Not George.

We've called.
He won't pick up the phone.

I drove by,
the newspapers are
stacked up outside.

‐What's this?
‐Uh, George Putnik,
he's apparently missing.

He never misses
his appointments. Tell him
about the newspapers.

Stacked right up.

‐I call and call and call.
‐Who is he?

He's a massage therapist
on Prospect Street.

These women are
some of his clients.

There's been foul play.
I know it.

‐Tell him about the newspapers.
‐I told him already.
Are you deaf?

‐They're stacked up outside.
‐Yeah, I heard.

Kenny, you and Max
get out to his house,
check it out.

And pick up the newspapers.

[Kenny] I've heard
about this guy.

Rachel used to
get rubbed by him.

‐She said he was pretty good.
‐I didn't know

‐people in Wisconsin
got massages.
‐[rings doorbell]

It's locked.

Hello? Hello?

Hey, it's open.

‐It's cold.
‐Hmm.

[record playing silently]

[Max] Check out the groove.

It's been playing
a long time.

Something happened here.

Kenny...

Look, the freezer.

What, you don't think
he's in there?

‐That's what got Ginny.
‐Come on, give me a break.

‐Well, open it.
‐You open it.

‐You're so sure
he's not in there.
‐You're the one who thinks

‐he's in there. You open it.
‐You open it,
Mr. Give‐Me‐A‐Break.

Okay. We're gonna
open it together.

Oh, no, no. We did that
with Ginny last time
and it was bad luck.

‐Come on.
‐[sighs]

[Max gasps]

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

[indistinct conversations]

‐Coming through.
‐This is unbelievable.

Same MO.
Contusion on the skull,
killed by hypothermia.

I think we got
a serial deep freezer killer.

What? It can happen?

Take it to the morgue.
Do an autopsy.

"Serial deep freezer killer."

[Jill] George Putnik?
He's dead?

‐You knew him?
‐Yes, he was my patient

and he was
in perfect health.

How can he be dead?

He was found
in the freezer.

[gasps] What?

Like Ginny.

Only you didn't come
running into my office
when she died,

and she was a patient.

Well, Ginny was so small,

she could fit into a freezer,
but George...

I'm just so shocked.

How did he die?

Murder.

How can you be sure?

Contusion on the back
of the skull.
He was whacked hard.

Concussion,
possible fracture,
somebody hit him.

So, you're telling me
somebody probably
murdered Ginny, too?

I don't know.

The bruise on Ginny's forehead
was consistent with
falling into the freezer.

George was hit
from behind.

Aside from
those differences...

I should probably
dig her up.

What's going on
around here?

How would I know?

He was your
massage therapist,

and you used to talk
about him like he was
a guru or something.

Well, he gave
good massages.

Come on, Rachel,
I need you to help.

I've heard women talk
about this guy.

And when you and me
when we, you know...

One time
you called out his name.

‐I never!
‐You did.

This is really inappropriate.
Questioning me this way.

I'm not trying
to get personal.

He's dead.
Somebody killed him.
I need you to help.

[sighs]

Sometimes George would...

He had really good
hands, you know?

Excellent hands.

Sometimes... [clears throat]
So I hear,

he would touch women
in places that would,
uh, well...

generate good word
of mouth.

Are you saying
what I think you're saying?

This is just between
you and me, Kenny.

It can't just be
between you and me.
We have a homicide.

If this guy was engaging
in prostitution...

It wasn't prostitution.
It really wasn't.

Then talk to the DA.
You've got nothing to fear.

Talk to us.

He did what?

Not to me. I'm talking
about what I've heard
from other ladies.

And what exactly happened
with these other ladies?

Well... [sighs]

At the end of a massage,
sometimes for
his favorite clients,

he... well, he did
something else
for no extra cost.

Some of the ladies
were comfortable with it,
others weren't.

But it was up to
each customer.

And?

You have to understand
that George gave
a very sensual massage,

and he talked
to the women.

You opened up with him.
He made you feel safe.

By the end of the hour,
you were in a kind of...

Well, predisposed state.

Okay, and?

So, sometimes he...

Well, he offered to do
a new massage therapy
he was developing.

He called it the Squiggly.

Um, what...
What exactly is a Squiggly?

Believe me,
if I could describe it,
I won't...

I mean, let's just say
it wasn't typical
of most massages.

‐Is it orgasmic?
‐Very. So I hear.

And he wouldn't
charge the client
anything extra for this.

No. At the end,
sometimes he just
threw it in.

Well, did many women
get this... [clears throat]

...done to them?

I know some did,
some didn't and...

Usually, you could tell
from the voice.

When they mention George,
you could tell

whether they got Squiggled.

And let's say a husband
were to have found out
about this,

is there something
that could make him jealous?

[laughing] Oh, yeah.
Yeah.

‐Jimmy?
‐Mmm.

Excuse us for a sec.

Warren Heilbrunner lives
next door to George Putnik.

Saw somebody go
into his house
Tuesday night,

charging up the walkway
in a rage.

‐Could you make an ID?
‐Already did.

‐He gave me the name.
‐Who?

Ed Lawson.
As in Mayor Ed Lawson.

Am I a suspect?
Is that what
you're telling me?

We just wanna ask you
some questions.

Did you go
to George Putnik's house
Tuesday night?

‐Who says I did?
‐Mr. Lawson, you're not
a suspect at this time.

You act suspicious
and you might become one.

You were seen
entering that house.

Yeah, I was there.
I sure didn't stick him
in the freezer, though.

Why were you there?

‐I don't like the tone of this.
‐Could you just answer
the question?

No. I won't
answer the question.

I can answer it.
This was just pulled out
of Putnik's safe.

Client book. Marcia Lawson
was seeing this guy
three times a week.

There's also notes
in parenthesis
under the names.

Under some of the names,
including Ed's wife,

there's a capital "S."
Squiggly.

Round up everybody
in this book
and question them.

Start with the ladies
with "S" under their names.

Let's find out exactly
what was going on
in that house.

‐Should we pick up Lawson?
‐No, we don't have enough.
It's too circumstantial.

Uh‐oh. Under "B."
Brock, Jill.

What?

‐What the hell is this?
‐Is there an "S"?

It was just a massage.
You know? [chuckles]

He never did that.

‐Did what?
‐I don't know.

Whatever it was
that he was doing,
he never did it to me.

‐Then how do you know‐‐
‐I've heard about
the Squiggly, all right.

I... I have heard about it,
but I never got it.

Jill, why didn't you tell me
you were going for massages?

I told you
that I went sometimes.

Twice a month.
That's more than sometimes.

Well, do you tell me
every time you go fishing?

‐Yes.
‐Jimmy!

I treated myself
to a massage
twice a month.

What's the big deal?

The annotation in this book
says you like a complete
buttocks rub.

Let me see that.

[laughing] Oh, that.

That's my sciatic nerve.
It goes right down the buttocks.

It's my nerve.

I never got Squiggled.

You go behind my back
for an erotic massage.

‐Jimmy, it's nothing.
‐Then why the hell
didn't you tell me?

Twice a month
for at least a year,
and you don't tell me.

What the hell is that?

Novotny's wife,
Michael Oslo's, mine.

There are 76 women
in this book.

And we've got to question
all of them, technically.

Well, the interview
started at 10:00.
Kenny's rounding them up.

[sighs] Okay, I'm gonna
talk to Mrs. Lawson.
See what she can tell us.

It's official. Ginny's death
was accidental,
Putnik's was murder.

This was a copycat
freezer killing.

I beg your pardon?

Whoever did Putnik
threw him into the freezer

to make it look like a pattern.
Probably to diffuse motive.

But Ginny fell into the freezer.
Putnik was hit from behind
and stuffed.

In my opinion,
these deaths are unrelated.

Does anybody know this guy?

He never left his house.

He didn't have to,
I guess.

No next‐of‐kin,
which is gonna be a problem.

They wanna do a memorial service
and I can't release the body
until I get a positive ID.

Well, there's a town
full of women who can
ID George Putnik.

What we need to find
is somebody who can ID
the person who killed him.

Oh, they didn't arrest me,

but they were talking to me
like they think I killed him.

Look, you're the expert.
What am I supposed to do?

Cooperate with them?
Tell them what I know?

No, certainly not,
if you did it.

But I don't want to know
if you did.

But tell me this.
How long is this Putnik fellow
been seeing your wife?

Three times a week
for two years.

And he would touch you
in erotic places?

Mrs. Lawson,
I'm not gonna prosecute you.

All right? I'm not interested
in any kind of
a prostitution ring.

‐It wasn't prostitution.
‐It doesn't matter.

I'm only interested
in finding out who
committed murder.

It wasn't Ed.
I know you were questioning him
and that's ridiculous.

My husband is
the Mayor of this town.
He is not a criminal.

Did your husband know
that you're getting the Squiggly

from George Putnik
on a regular basis?

Mrs. Lawson, did he know?

My husband did not
kill George Putnik.

It was just
this normal massage,

and then suddenly,
there was this gift.

Like being tickled
by a butterfly.

In my head, I would even
see butterflies.

Flying. Flying.

Did he give me a what?

I thought it would
be therapeutic.

You know, like rolfing.

Felt like a little worm.

But not cold like a worm.

Like a warm, happy worm.

[sighs] George was...

[sobs]

He was fabulous.
[sighs] Fabulous.

On my privates?

‐So, you don't know.
‐Certainly not.

I already answered
those questions last night.

[Jimmy] No, you refused
to answer most of them.

That's why I had to
make this official, Jill.

‐Am I a suspect?
‐Of murder? No.

[sighs]

‐Did he ever touch your‐‐
‐No. Of course not.
Don't be ridiculous.

Well, it's not ridiculous
with all the other women‐‐

‐Well, he didn't with me.
‐[Max] Okay. Okay.

But this buttocks rub,

would you describe that
as being sensual?

‐What is the point of this?
‐Just answer the question,
please.

[Max sighing] We're...
We're just trying
to get an idea of...

Would you describe
the massage
as being sensual?

Jill?

If you'd like to discuss
this at home, we can.
I'm done here.

‐Am I under suspicion?
‐We just want to talk.

‐Yes, well‐‐
‐Excuse me.

Well, I know what
you wanna talk about.

You don't know
what I wanna talk about.

Sit.

My wife is in the book.

I know.
The whole town knows.
Isn't it exciting?

‐[switches on tape]
‐[female voice] Monday...

This is a tape from
George Putnik's
answering machine.

[answering machine beeps]

Mr. Putnik, this is
Michael Oslo calling.

And I think you have
a good idea why.

I know what you're doing
in these massages,

and I'm telling you right now
you better stop with my wife,

or there will be
serious incriminations.

Don't take me lightly,
Mr. Putnik.

[switches off tape]

That sounds like a threat
to me, Michael.

It was a threat!
The man was fondling
my wife's genitalia.

That's what I do
in these situations.
Threaten!

What would you have done?

[scoffs] Well, either gone
to the police or the icebox.

For me, it's flip a coin.

I didn't kill him, Sheriff.

Am I devastated
over his demise?

[laughs]

I'm simply crushed.

‐That's all?
‐You tell me.

‐Where did you find this?
‐Under a plank,
next to the massage table.

‐Take a look at January 2nd.
‐I'm there. I'm reading.

Yes. Yes.

‐His diary?
‐A very current diary.

With a smoking gun entry
on January 2nd.

Here, let me see that.

George Putnik canceled
an appointment
with Marcia Lawson

because he received
a death threat
from Ed Lawson.

That's in there?

[Littleton]
"If I didn't terminate,
Mr. Lawson said

he would make me the victim
of a horrible hunting accident.

And I believed him.
This man would kill."

‐Well...
‐Go get him.

Wait. Hold on a second, Sheriff.
This is still circumstantial.

It's probably inadmissible.

‐Why?
‐It's hearsay.

We can place him
at the scene.
We got motive.

We can make this.
Not easy we can.

I don't like leaving killers
out on the streets.

I hate letting them
be Mayor.

[woman] Excuse me.
What are you‐‐
Deputy? Sheriff Brock!

‐Read him his rights.
‐You're under arrest for
the murder of George Putnik...

‐You say absolutely nothing.
‐[reading rights]

I'll move for a speedy trial.
We'll flush this out fast.

‐Big mistake, Jimmy.
Bad career move.
‐Take him.

"If you cannot afford
to hire a lawyer..."

It's a fun town.
Things happen.

[Max reading]
"...before and during
any question, if you wish."

It isn't good
to be here in Rome.

Just eat, Zachary.

‐Did he do it?
‐I don't know.

Well, he doesn't seem
like a killer,

but then the more
you get to know somebody,

the more you realize
you really don't know her.
I mean, him.

Pass the bread, please.

Oh, the dinner table.
That's a good place
to discuss this.

We can discuss it
anywhere, Jill.

The minute that black book
gets put into evidence,

the whole town is gonna know
that you get your butt rubbed
by What's‐His‐Name‐‐

‐Jimmy!
‐[Jimmy] They're gonna hear it.

It's a matter
of public record.

The man in the freezer
massaged your mother's
hind end for money.

You need to know this.

Did she get the Squiggly?

‐I don't know yet.
Ask your mother.
‐No, I did not.

It was all completely innocent.

And I will ask you
to shut your mouth.

[clearing throat] Can you
imagine my shame?

I am reading through
the client book

and I see my wife's name
listed under two categories.

Buttocks and feet.
And I know how erotic
a foot massage can be.

Don't think
I don't know that, Jill.

I never went
for a foot massage.

I saw it.
It was listed.

Second Wednesday,
every month.

I never went
for a foot massage.

I have homework to do.

Kimberly Brock.

What?
I have fallen arches.

‐Oh, no.
‐Squiggled?

No, it was just my feet.

‐Oh, right.
‐Mom!

Just eat your dinner.

Eat.

What do you mean
we gotta kick him?

We don't have enough yet.

The man threatened to kill.
He was‐‐

We've uncovered
12 husbands so far

who knew their wives
were being fondled.

Some of them
have violent personalities.

A couple of them
have criminal records.

[sighs] Lawson was seen
going into the house.

Yeah, I know.

But we move too fast,
it'd alert them.

And I don't want to make
that same mistake again.

There's still DNA evidence
to analyze.

We've gotta question more
the women in that book.

Judge Bone is not gonna
hold this guy
on what we got.

‐So, what do you wanna do?
Release him?
‐Yeah. For now.

‐Where's he gonna go?
He's the Mayor.
‐Hmm.

But I want you to try
something first, Kenny.

[door closes]

[door unlocks]

[sighs] Here's what's
going down.

They're gonna
release you for now
while they dig for more.

But you're still
the only suspect.

[sighing] Here's the thing, Ed.

The guy's diddling your wife.
Heat of passion all the way.

Littleton will come
to manslaughter
if you plead.

Make it hard,
he's going murder one.

Look, we're friends.
We go hunting together.

The evidence
they already got,
it's probably enough.

Help yourself on this.

Hell, as far as
all the men go in this town,
you'll be a hero.

Snuffing out Mr. Squiggly.

What do you say?

Gee, I don't know
what to say, Kenny.

Offended, I'd say
this little conversation
would be unconstitutional,

but since the Supreme Court
overturned it,

maybe this is all legal,
I don't know.

Or maybe since we're
such close friends,

we should just hug
for a minute.

Here's what I won't say.

I won't say
I put Mr. Magic Fingers
in the deep freeze.

Now, you want
to come and get me,
you come and get me,

but I sure as hell
ain't gonna make it
easier for you.

But remember,
this is Rome, Wisconsin.

Where the first step
to living free forever

is getting arrested
by the hot
sheriff department.

Don't underestimate us, Ed.

That's not possible, Kenny.

Now, you got charges
to make stick.

I'm standing right here
in front of you.

You're free to go.

But will be back.

[laughs]

I'm still Mayor.
Gonna head back
to my office.

Do some house cleaning,
Sheriff.

Take your best shot.

I went to him
after I hurt my ankle
in field hockey.

‐For therapy,
he was recommended.
‐I'll bet.

Why did you go to him?

‐My sciatic nerve.
‐Right.

Why did you go back?
Your ankle bothered you
for a week at the most.

Why did you go back?

Well, it wasn't
to get my butt rubbed, Mom.

Well, then why?

I don't know.
He was very comforting.

I felt very safe with him.

Having your foot rubbed
made you feel safe?

Please don't talk to me
like I'm an idiot.

I'm sorry.

We'd talk.

I wasn't afraid to tell him
about the things
that scared me.

And somehow
that made me feel
very protected.

[sighs]

Did he make you feel
that way?

Well, a little.

This erotic thing
that he supposedly did,
he never...

No. With you?

‐Never.
‐Hmm.

What do you mean
Oslo did it?

The kids were kinda teasing him
'cause of his wife being
with Mr. Putnik.

He started to get
madder and madder.
That's when he said it.

He said what?
That we're not too small
to be stuck in freezers.

‐Mr. Oslo said that?
‐Yes.

Go get Mr. Oslo.

I'm really sorry
to put you through this,

but there's
no next‐of‐kin and...

It's fine.
Let's just do it.

Okay.

‐That's George.
‐You're absolutely positive?

Yes.

Well, like I said,
I'm sorry to have
to make you do this.

I understand.

‐How's the baby?
‐Fantastic. Great.

Great.

[sighs]

Uh, not to be forward
over a corpse.

This is probably
unprofessional.

Well, I was wondering if...

maybe you might
like to get a cup
of coffee sometime.

‐[stuttering] Never mind.
‐No.

I'd like that.

‐Really?
‐Sure.

This is politics.

They're hanging
the suspicion
over my head

to neutralize me as Mayor.

That's not
John Littleton's style.

Then why did he arrest me
and then let me go?

Come on, this is a mind game.
That's what's going on here.

Did you do it, Ed?

‐Hey! None of that.
‐I want to know.

‐I don't wanna know.
‐Truth time, Ed,

Your lawyer is asking me
to be the dutiful wife
at your side,

the devoted spouse
who believes in you
all the way.

Truth time.

Hey, this is not for me.

If you two want to have
an honest conversation,

leave me out of it.
I'm the lawyer.

Don't be saddling me
with the truth.

How could you ask me
that question?

Because you knew
that I loved him.

No way. I didn't...
I didn't know that.

Yeah, you did.
How could you not?

That's why you went
and threatened him.

But my question is,
did you do it?

The question itself
is a betrayal, Marcia.

So, if I did do it,

wouldn't be very smart for me
to share that with you,
would it?

[sighs]

I don't have
to tell you anything.
I'm not a suspect.

Let's not waste
each other's time.

Why the hell would you
say something like that
in front of the kids?

Fifth graders,
you make a remark like that.

Is it a crime?
Then lock me up.

Michael!

What's goin' on?

How do you feel, Jimmy?
Seeing your wife's name
in the newspaper

as one of Putnik's clients?
How'd that make you feel?

‐I didn't like it.
‐Yeah, well...

There was an "S"
next to my wife's name.

A big capital "S."

Twice a month.

I haven't had sex with her
in six years.

I thought, well,

people become older,
they... they just lose
interest in it.

Seems she just
lost interest in it
with me.

You didn't kill
George Putnik.

And how's that supposed
to make me feel?

To be dismissed out of hand
as a suspect, the way you...

I threatened the guy,
I have it on tape.

Why couldn't I
be the killer?

He was Squiggling
my wife.

I threatened him,
but none of you,
not for a second

would believe
I could have done it.

Michael Oslo, he wouldn't
have the guts, would he?

My wife won't
be touched by me.

The students
taunt me at school.

The police dismissed me
as an utterly benign person.

How impotent
does a man have to feel?

Did you kill him, Michael?

Say yes,
I'll have you arrested,
you'll be redeemed.

Is that what you want?

Did you kill him, Michael?

No. I didn't.

I'm just a...

school principal.

Yeah.

It's like the whole town
has been emasculated.

Michael Oslo would
rather be thought of
as a murderer

than a victim of infidelity.

It isn't infidelity.
A massage is not infidelity.

[scoffs] These women were
brought to orgasm

by a man other than
their husbands.

They're guilty of infidelity.

‐And so are you.
‐What?

[sighs] He rubbed your ass.
That's worse than a kiss.

It certainly
isn't infidelity.
It's a massage.

‐Buttocks is an erogenous zone.
‐The point of a massage
is to get rubbed

‐in your back, your shoulders,
your butt...
‐You said yourself.

‐It was sensual and erotic.
‐It's relaxation!

It's sexual!

You let yourself be touched
in a sexual way

by another man
twice a month.

‐It's the same as an affair.
‐Yeah? Well, don't you
ever touch me then?

[scoffs] I touch you.
We have sex.

Oh, yes, we do have sex.
We have intercourse.

Three‐point‐seven times
a month.

That's very good, but...

You never touch me
just to touch me.

What?

Why don't you ever
rub my ass?

You sure never rubbed mine.

Because you hate massages.

You hate me
touching you like that.
And you know why?

Because you are incapable
of submitting to it.

‐What?
‐Don't "what" me. You know
exactly what I'm talking about.

You can't surrender.

You don't like massages

because you have
to be in control.

You can't just let yourself go
and let something happen to you.

Oh, no. Because you'd lose
your precious sense
of dominion.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Are we in the same room here?

Why don't you
just ever touch me?

Why don't you
scratch my head,

or I don't know,
tickle my feet?

I don't just want sex.

It's not about that,
damn it.

Maybe I went to George

because I found
an affection with him

that I don't find with you.

That's why
Kimberly went, too.

There's something missing here
when it comes to...

nurturing. [sighs]

I don't know.

You don't know?

Well, here's what I know.

There's a murderer out there

and there's a whole town
on edge.

Now, between murders,
cows delivering babies,

and buses,
and people getting stuffed
into freezers,

there's a whole lot
to get upset about.

And my forgetting
to tickle your feet
is not one of them!

Don't use that tone
with me.

Well, how about this tone?

You've been sneaking around
behind my back

to get your ass stroked.

This is the tone
that goes with that!

Ask yourself
why I did that.

I ask you why,

and I don't
like your answer.

[door opens]

[door slams shut]

["Dreams Of The Everyday
Housewife" playing]

♪ She looks in the mirror ♪

♪ And stares at the wrinkles
That weren't there yesterday ♪

♪ And thinks of the young man
That she almost married ♪

♪ What would he think
If he saw her this way? ♪

♪ Oh, such are the dreams
Of the everyday housewife... ♪

What's goin ' on?

[sighs] This is the record
that was on the turntable
at Putnik's house.

♪ An everyday housewife ♪

♪ Who gave up
The good life for me ♪

[turns off record]

We are stuck, Max.

We've got the threat.
We've got the motive.

We can even place him
at the scene.

But nobody saw
Ed Lawson do it.

Plus, with a town
full of angry husbands,

Ginny's freezer death
adding to the confusion,

there's no way
we're gonna clear
reasonable doubt.

How about DNA?

Even if that
comes back positive,

that just places him
at the scene,
which we already know.

[laughs]

This man might
have killed someone

and not only can we not
put him away,

he'll probably still
get to be the Mayor.

[sighs]

[Jill sighs]

Running away
isn't the answer.

The answer
is your responsibility.

Not mine.

It's not the same
as infidelity, Jimmy.

Even if the massage
is erotic.

You go for an intimacy
you can't find
with your husband.

That says it all.

It's not that simple.

It's different.

The thing about George...

I never ran into him
outside the massage room or...

And the only thing
that he ever knew about me

was what I wanted him
to know.

For two hours every month

I could remake myself
into anything I wanted.

If I chose to feel sorry
for myself,

or indulge myself

in how hard my life was,

then I could do that.

I could say anything
I wanted to him

and he would listen to me.

It was my hour.

And somehow that hour
got me through.

That's supposed
to be my rule.

It's my shoulder
you're supposed to cry on.

I'm supposed
to get you through.

Yeah.

We've gotten lazy, Jimmy.

We don't work
at intimacy.

And sometimes
it takes work.

[sighs]

I want to know
what you got from George
that you don't get from me.

I don't know.

The right to... [sighs]

...go limp and
not have to earn it.

It's a two‐way street.

I know. I know.

As I said,
we've gotten lazy.

[Ed] You're so stupid.
What did you let 'em for?

This is harassment.

Call it whatever you like.
We've got a warrant.

To look for what?

Whatever we want.

Now, step aside.

Hey, Kenny, Kenny,
you can't take my clothes.

‐We can.
We're looking for fibers.
‐Come on, this is crap!

You know, we can
sue you for this.

There's still time
to change your mind,
make it easy.

Go to hell.

[grunting]

Ed, be nice.

Kenny, let him go.

Come on.

All right.
With a fine‐tooth comb now.

♪ The voice of angels ♪

♪ From Heaven in answer rang ♪

♪ Jerusalem, Jerusalem ♪

♪ Lift up your gates and sing ♪

♪ Hosanna in the highest ♪

♪ Hosanna to your King ♪

After the service,

I invite you all to the cemetery
for our final benediction.

Before going on
with the religious portion,
as always,

We open the floor
to any friends
of the deceased

who might wish to speak.

‐Maybe you should go.
‐Oh, no, no.

[woman] Not him.

I never knew
George Putnik.

But he obviously touched
a lot of people.

He was a caring man,
good with his hands.

The fact that
many went to him
to find comfort

says very much
about George Putnik.

Maybe it says something
about all of us.

People shouldn't
have to get affection

by appointment only.

My wife, Myriam...

Sometimes things
gets so busy

like I'm off
to the Supreme Court,
all those things.

Sometimes I forget
to tell her
how much I love her.

That's tragic.

It's a blessing

that she never
sort out the Squiggly.

Mainly with her,
it's a blessing, period.

I would like to do something
that I don't ordinarily do
at funerals.

But in this case,
I feel it would
be appropriate.

If the person
who killed George

and stuck him
in the freezer
is present among us,

I would like to ask him
to come forward

and join me here
at the podium.

[all murmuring]

I'm disappointed.

‐They didn't find
anything, you know?
‐Yeah, I was here, Ed.

Yeah, but you wish
you were over at that church

memorializing your true love.

Are they gonna arrest you?

I don't know.

Maybe... Maybe I could
make them think
that I did it.

‐What?
‐They wouldn't
be able to prove it.

Maybe if I make them think
that I killed George,

then that would take
the heat off of you.

And why would
they believe that?

I don't know. I mean,
maybe if I told them

that, you know, I loved him,
I couldn't live without him...

So you killed him?

Marcia, they know
I'm the one
who threatened him.

Yes, and... and because
of your threats,

George refuses
to see me again.

And... And so I say,

that I begged him
to reconsider.

And... And he says no.

And he makes it clear
that I'm...

I'm just a client.
That's all. Nothing more.

I loved him
with all my heart,

but to him
I'm just a client.

And... And I just get so...
so crazy mad

that I just snap
and I hit him from behind

and I stick him
in the freezer,

and make it look
like it was connected
to Ginny Weedon's death.

That is so stupid.
No one's ever
gonna go for that.

[body thuds]

Gee, I don't know,
they might.

[grunting]

And when she's so angry
at her husband,

the man
who so neglected her,

treated her with
such verbal abuse.

The man who made the man
who she really loved
stop seeing her.

Maybe she felt
she just had to get even
with this horrible husband.

[grunting]

People should really
have to have permits
to own these freezers.

Don't you think, Ed?

They're dangerous.

Because they'll easily
become homes
for bad husbands.

[shoes squeaking]

There you go, Big Ed.
Chill out.

["For Your Love" playing]

[exhales]

♪ For your love ♪

♪ Oh, I would do anything ♪

♪ I would do anything ♪

♪ For your love ♪

♪ For your kiss ♪

♪ Oh, I would go anywhere ♪

♪ I would go anywhere ♪

♪ For your kiss ♪

♪ More foolish I grow ♪

♪ With each heartbeat ♪

♪ But we all get foolish ♪

♪ That's why I repeat ♪

♪ For your love ♪

♪ Oh, I would do anything ♪

♪ Oh, I would do anything ♪

♪ For your love ♪

♪ For your... ♪

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]