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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]

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