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Dex. Excuse me.

They're waiting for a final decision
about the cover.

Ah, all right.
Well, what do you think, darlin'?

Um, that one. / Mm.

And which one would you pick
if it was you on the cover?

That one. / That one. Yeah.
We'll take that one.

And make sure there are
more girls here tonight.

Last week was like a stag party.

- This is paradise on earth, remember?
- It's taken care of.

Elliott, you're early.
The party doesn't kick in till midnight.

Dexter, I'm not here for the party.

Amber, this is, uh, Elliott D'Souza,

Chief Financial Officer
for Dharman Publishing.

You know, which means,
technically,

this pencil pusher is my boss.

Dex, we have to talk... privately.

Go wait by the pool.

Dex, I made a decision.
I wanted you to hear it from me.

The magazine is hemorrhaging dollars.
It just isn't paying for itself.

It's not your fault.
The whole industry is shrinking.

It's the Internet. It's videos...

Sapphire magazine
is more than a magazine.

- It's a way of life.
- Well, that may be true.

But the corporation just can't carry
you and this fantasy world anymore,

so I've decided to pull the plug.

- So that's it, huh?
- I'm afraid so.

Hey. It was fun while it lasted.

Actually, I'm surprised
you waited this long.

Listen, Elliott. Can you do me a favor,
one last favor?

Don't make any announcement
for a day or so.

This is our anniversary party.
Let me enjoy the weekend.

Of course. / And that means
you can't tell anybody.

Those bastards on the board
never could keep a secret.

Yes, I understand.
It can wait until Monday.

Are you sure that you don't wanna stay?

No. No, thank you.

Oh. I know, I know.
You're goin' home.

Asleep by midnight, up at 7:00,
work out for 35 minutes.

My... Elliott, you are so...
predictable.

You should stick around,
have some fun.

I'm gonna pass, Dexter.

Gonna be a hell of a party.
You know me.

I'm goin' out with a bang.

Elliott, it's Dex.

- This a bad time?
- No. I'm in the gym.

How was the party?

It must have been great.
I don't remember a thing.

Uh, listen. I was wondering
if you'd reconsider your decision.

No. I'm afraid not, Dex.

Aw, come on. What about keeping
the mansion open? Just the mansion.

- We could rent it out.
- Dex. Dex, don't even ask.

The place is drowning in red ink.
We're gonna have to sell it.

- Is that your final decision?
- I'm afraid so, Dexter.

Okay. It's your funeral.

Dexter, let's not be
so dramatic, shall we?

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Mr. Monk Meets the Playboy

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Not too much off the top.

- Just an eighth of an inch.
- I know.

Okay. I... I wanna look rugged,
but... not too macho.

Don't worry. You're not
gonna look too macho.

It's a little long.

You know, this was not
in my job description.

What happened to your regular barber?

I don't know.
Every time I go there, it's closed.

I wonder why.

Last time I went, I thought
I saw him in the back room,

but I guess it couldn't have been him.
See? You're... You're still long.

You see that? That's three-sixteenths.

Adrian, these are very sharp scissors.

Don't piss me off.

I'll get that.

Adrian Monk's office.

Uh-huh. It's a job.

Yeah. 10:00 tomorrow is fine.

Make it 11:30. It's trash day.

10:00. We'll be there.

Thanks.

Mr. Monk? And you...You must
be Sharona. Oh, thank you for coming.

I'm Diane Luden. I am...

I was Elliott D'Souza's assistant.

I'm sorry. Wasn't I
supposed to shake hands?

You're the first private detective I ever met.

Oh, no. Don't worry.
It's not you. It's him.

Please, come in.

Uh, Ms. Luden,
the elevator we just took,

that's obviously a private elevator.

That's right. It comes
straight up to the penthouse.

Um, I found him Sunday morning.

He was in there,
in his private gym.

Yeah, yeah.
We heard about it on the news.

They said he had a heart attack.

That's what they thought at first.

But they did an autopsy,
and it wasn't a heart attack.

He was lifting an 80-pound barbell and...

and they think it must have slipped
and crushed his windpipe.

- You okay?
- Uh, the sign in front of that hotel...

they misspelled "Kiwanis."

You mean that sign
five blocks away?

What, you want me to do down there
and have them fix it?

No. No, you don't have to do that.

Maybe we could call them.

There. Sign's fixed.

Ms. Luden, um,
why exactly did you call?

Mr. Monk, I think Elliott was murdered.

Why would you say that?

For the past two years, he and Dexter Larsen
have been threatening each other.

Dexter Larsen? / Dexter Lar...

With-With...With the naked...

Elliott published Sapphire magazine.

He was thinking of shutting it down.
Dexter was pretty angry.

That certainly could be a motive.

Could we look at this private gym?

He was right there.
It was horrible.

The barbell was still on his neck.

Is this exactly the way the room
was when you found him?

Yes, sir. I wouldn't let
the paramedics touch a thing.

Good, good. And he was alone,
and the door was locked?

- That's right.
- From the inside.

That's right.

Hmm. Clock is slow.

Forty minutes.

There's something strange
about this room. / What?

I don't know. I can't put
my finger on it. It's something.

- Is this his briefcase?
- Yes. He always had it with him.

And this floppy was in there.

This was his final recommendation.

What'd it say? / I don't know.

When I tried to open it, it was blank,
like somebody erased it.

Why would they do that?

Oh. That was from last year.

They ran a profile on Elliott
in the magazine. Page 53.

Page 53.

Five-three.
Five-three.
5-3
5-3

Are you a religious man,
Mr. Monk?

He is now.

Wipe. Wipe.

Wipe. Wipe.

Wipe.

- That assistant, she called you.
- Mm-hmm. Diane Luden.

I gave her your name.
I figured you'd collect a nice payday

after you convinced her she was crazy.

Actually, I think she might
be onto something.

We'd like to look at the official file.

Look, there is no D'Souza case.
It was an accident.

The barbell slipped,
crushed his trachea.

He was alone in his apartment
on the 35th floor. / I know.

There was only one way up.
It was a private elevator. Nobody else used it.

I know. / The apartment
was locked from the inside.

I know. / Are you gonna be
cooperating on this or not?

If you two wanna go
tilting at windmills, be my guests.

But this time, Monk,
you're on your own.

Forget it. Let's go.
What's our first stop?

Sapphire Mansion.
We have an appointment.

Sapphire Mansion?
You have an appointment? / Yes.

Elliott D'Souza controlled
that magazine.

He was about to pull the plug
on Dexter Larsen.

I think Larsen might be involved.

Sapphire Mansion.

I've never been.
Have you ever been?

Once. Ten years ago.

- Did your wife find out?
- Yeah. I told her.

In therapy.
We were playing the honesty game.

Red Roof Inn? / Yep. This was
before they built the new lobby.

You know, Captain, I think Monk
might be onto something here.

Maybe we should tag along.

- Lieutenant, I think you might be right.
- Oh, God.

Hey, I'm married. I'm not dead.

Oh.

Oh.

Wait, wait.! Wait for me.!

Karen? Honey, hi.
I can't make it for lunch today.

Yeah. Something's popped up.
Yeah. It's a homicide.

Pretty nasty business. I...
No, I won't let it bother me.

- I promise. Bye-bye.
- Bethany Daniels.

She was May's Sapphire Girl of the Month.

Not this May. Last May.

- Hi. I'm Bethany.
- Yeah, honey. We know.

So, how's your singing career coming?

Oh, fine. Thank you for asking.

Dexter will be down in a second.

He'd like it if you just
make yourselves comfortable.

And if you feel like unwinding,
there's an indoor pool at the end of the hall.

We didn't...
We didn't bring our suits.

He's new here. / I thought so.

Well, I'll see you around.

- See ya. / Bye.
- Bye-bye.

You can look now. She's gone.

- What's this about?
- That is how Dex got started.

This is his first magazine.

He almost went bankrupt, and then one day
he put Miss Transistor on the cover.

- And voila.
- Voila?

Yeah. He renamed it Sapphire magazine,
dropped all the electronic stuff.

- The rest is history.
- Silicone and air-brushed women?

Well, it's a kind of history.

Oh, gentlemen, I am so sorry
to keep you waiting.

I hope you're not here
to confiscate my Cubans.

Cubano de Oro.
Mmm. Ah!

It's the finest cigar in the world.
Would anybody care for one?

No, thank you.
We're from Homicide.

I'm Captain Stottlemeyer.
I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name.

I'm Dexter Larsen.

Lieutenant Disher. / Hey, Dex.

- Sharona Fleming. Adrian Monk.
- Hi.

"Sharona." That's a beautiful name.
It's from the Bible, isn't it?

- Have you read the Bible?
- Not lately.

- Can I get you gentlemen anything?
- Actually, we're...

We're here to talk about
the death of... of Elliott D'Souza.

Yes. Yes, it's heartbreaking.
I still can't believe it.

Please.! Please.!
Don't touch that.

It's an original Carvasia.
It's worth a hundred thousand dollars.

Mr. Larsen, where...
Where were you on Sunday morning?

Where was I?
Let me show you.

This is it, guys.

This is the room where I get...

99% of my inspiration.

Oh, my God. We're really here.
We're in his bedroom.

Pinch me. / No.

I didn't...
I didn't mean literally pinch me.

It's a figure... / Randy, shut up.
We're done talking about pinching.

You were asking about Sunday.

I was right here, in bed, all morning.

- Where you alone?
- No, Mr. Monk. I had company.

Ah, let's see. Um,

Gwen. No, that was Friday.

Ah, Brianna was...

No. That was also Friday.
Sh... Oh, oh. I remember.

Could you ask Amber
to come upstairs, please.

Mr. Larsen, we understand
that Elliott D'Souza was planning...

to shut down your magazine.

Well, that's not true.

The last time we spoke,
he said he was still undecided.

So, you can relax.
Your magazine's safe.

I'm always relaxed.

Whoa there, cowboy.
Don't hurt yourself.

Lieutenant Disher,

Get off the bed.

Look at that.
There's a mirror above the bed.

Why would he need a mirror
on the ceiling?

Don't think about that now.
Not now.

Gentlemen, this is Amber Post,

our Sapphire Girl of the Month...

and perhaps
our Sapphire Girl of the Year.

Uh, Amber, sweetheart,
these gentlemen are from the police,

and they're wondering where
I was on Sunday morning.

Oh.

Well, would you like me to go into detail?

- Yeah, I think that would be best.
- No! No, no.

No, no. Don't... No details.

Just the big, vague, general picture.

Well, Dexter and I were here...
in bed all morning.

And I remember we woke up
and watched the sunrise together.

And actually we didn't even
leave the room until about noon.

Which is when I got the call
about Elliott.

Oh. Sweetheart, that reminds me.
I found this under your pillow.

My earring.

- I was looking for that.
- Excuse me. You said...

You said you saw the sunrise,

but these windows only
face west and south, so...

Oh, I think what Amber meant to say
was that we saw the dawn breaking together.

We didn't actually see
the sun literally rise, no.

Oh. What I don't understand is,
the earrings...

You know, Mr. Monk, I would love
to answer all of your questions,

but, right now,
I am late for a tee time. / But...

I have a private golf course out back.
Some friends are coming by.

Mr. Monk, do you play golf?

- No, I don't play.
- I play golf.

Lieutenant Disher
does not play golf.

Lieutenant Disher is still on duty.

You play golf, don't you?

- Me? I...
- Yes. You're good.

Don't be modest. She's good.
She's a... She's a... duffer.

You duff.

- Sure. I play.
- Perfect.

Great. / Great.

Well, Sharona.
Look at you.

Sharona Fleming,
this is Shawn Clemmons.

Won the Calico Beach Classic
last week in Santa Barbara.

Hi. / And this is Danny Bonaduce.

Yeah. This is a dream come true
for you. Am I right?

Uh, yeah. Absolutely. Yeah.

Yeah. I like this girl.

Oh, I, uh, see
you brought your caddie.

I hope you don't mind if I tag along.
It's a beautiful day for a walk.

Oh, yeah. Okay, so I lied.

You can play this game.
Very nice. Okay.

Very sweet.
Sharona, you're up next.

Okay. / She makes a nice exit though.

- Give me a three.
- I think we start with one.

No, no, no. It's too much club.
I need a three-wood. Give me a three.

Let's start with the one
and then the two and then the three.

It's better. Just go in order.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Give me the three.

I c-can't. I can't.

Okay. Give me the one.

Now you're talkin'.

- Give me the two.
- Comin' up.

This is the first club now.
Okay?

Was that so hard? / Yeah.

You called him Sunday morning.

- Pardon me?
- You called Mr. D'Souza.

We checked the records.

Yes. I had a question about business.

From your cell phone? / That's right.

You were in bed all morning.

Well, I have my cell phone
with me at all times.

- It's easier.
- Dex. You're up.

Mr. Monk, if you don't mind.

I-I was also wondering
about that earring. / What earring?

The earring you found in your bed.

You mean the one that Amber lost.

It wasn't Amber's earring.

The earring you found
was for pierced ears.

Her ears aren't pierced.

Why would she lie about that?

An honest mistake, Mr. Monk.
It happens.

Excuse me.

That's game.

I'm glad you were here to see that.

I don't lose.

Call me if you think
of any snappy comebacks.

I'll be inside.

Hey, uh, you know, don't mind Dex.
I've known him for years.

He's got a bit of a temper,
but he's a good guy. Good friend.

Like last Saturday night, at the party,
he wouldn't even let me drive home.

- Were you drunk?
- No. That's the thing.

I only had a couple of beers,
but Dex insisted I stay over.

How could I argue?
He even took my car keys.

Son of a bitch. I told you
to put a new battery in this thing.

- I did. I put a new one in last week.
- Did you check it?

- Of course I checked it.
- Well, it's dead now.

Give me a hand here, will ya?

Oh, hey, can I help you?

Mr. Bonaduce left something in his car.

It's the silver convertible
over there. / Right.

It's unlocked.

Detective, caddie, car thief.

You wear many hats, Mr. Monk.

You, uh...
You looking for something?

Did you drive this car,
Mr. Larsen?

- Maybe Sunday morning?
- Why would you think that?

Somebody was smoking
a cigar in here.

A lot of people smoke cigars,
Mr. Monk.

Right, but the texture and size
of this cigar ash...

are consistent with those
from your precious Cubano de Oros.

- Hmm.
- How did you do it?

You mean how did I, uh, rise from
humble beginnings to achieve all of this?

No. No, I mean how did you
murder Elliott D'Souza?

What are you talking about?

There was no murder.
Elliott was alone.

The door was locked. / Right.

How... did you do it?

You've taken a great interest in me,

and the truth is I've taken
an interest in you too...

and your friend, Sharona.

May I show you something?

My research staff is first-rate.

She must have been 19,
maybe 20.

You know what? Th-That's...
That's my favorite age.

Hungry, with no inhibitions.

These were taken in Atlantic City.

She was using a different name,
but my lawyers assure me...

that the release
that she signed is solid.

- I can publish them anytime I want.
- What kind of man are you?

I told you on the golf course,
Mr. Monk.

I do not lose.

Now, Sharona, she has a son.
How old is he now? / He's 12.

Twelve.

That's an impressionable age.

I think we understand
each other, don't we?

Any more questions
about what happened to Elliott?

- No.
- You can let yourself out.

I told you.

Dexter and I were in bed all night
and all morning.

He never left the room.

Okay. We know it wasn't your earring.
Why did you lie about that?

I thought it was mine.
I made a mistake.

Amber, why are you protecting him?

I wouldn't do that.
I don't lie.

You don't lie, huh?

Well, in your pictorial,
you never mentioned having a kid.

And you said you live on a farm.

Well, this may come as a shock
to you, Lieutenant,

but those profiles,
they're completely made-up.

You okay?

- Oh, she is lying.
- What?

She is covering
for that son of a bitch.

Dexter Larsen is dirty.

There is no doubt about it.

Well,

I don't know.

- You don't know?
- What do you mean you don't know?

I'm thinking it probably
was an accident.

D'Souza was alone.

- Look, the door was locked.
- What about the earring?

- And the threats.
- And the phone call that morning.

I don't think he did it.
I was wrong.

- I was wrong.
- What the hell is going on here?

Nothing. The case is over.

And, uh, I'm gonna return
Ms. Luden's money.

Let's go home.

Hey. Hey, what's goin' on?

What do you mean?

I know you.
You were lying back there.

Listen to me.

It was an accidental death.
I was wrong.

- People change their minds.
- That's true. People do, but you don't.

What happened in that garage?
Was Dexter there?

Did he threaten you?

Adrian, you might as well tell me.

You know I'm never gonna
let this go until you do.

He... He had some pictures.

- What kind of pictures?
- Compromising pictures.

What, he's blackmailing you?
With what? You never did anything.

What, he's got pictures of you with
your shirt not tucked in? That's ridiculous.

- Not of me.
- Well, who then? What, me?

Oh, my God.
From Atlantic City. I...

Adrian.

Benjy was one, and l...
I was just so desperate.

He's gonna publish them...
if we don't walk away.

Did you see them?

What? / Did you see those photos?

No.

Yes.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Talk about an embarrassment of riches.

Once again, we had 12 stunningly
beautiful girls to choose from,

but only one can be
Sapphire Girl of the Year.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Sapphire Girl of the Year...

Amber Post!

Now, Amber, here is your sapphire
necklace... / All right.!

And...

the keys... to your new Ferrari.

Thank you.

Do we have a plan?

Yeah. The plan is,
we find Dexter Larsen and kill him.

Do we have a Plan "B"?

I told you you didn't have to come.
This is between me and Dexter.

All right. Just... Just don't kill him.
That would be so wrong.

- What-What's he doing?
- He's dancin'.

- I don't think so.
- Excuse me.

Do you know where Dexter is?

- Is... Is he pointing?
- He's dancin'.

I think he's pointing. / Oy.

Are you...
Sir? Are you pointing?

Uh, no? Hello. Yes?

Okay, you know what?
I'm gonna be right back.

Okay. Be careful.
He's dangerous.

Yeah? So am I.

Hey. No horseplay.

- And no diving. No diving.
- Oh. Oh, my God.

Have you seen Dexter? No?

Amber?

Are you okay?

Hi. / Hello.

You wanna take me home?

I can't. I don't have
a driver's license.

I-I mean I have one, technically,
but I hardly ever use it.

I have trouble with the... left turns.

And the right turns. Turning.

And yielding.
Turning and yielding.

Oh, she's beautiful.
How old is she?

She's four. / Beautiful.

You know, it's, like...

I just want her to be proud of me.

You know? / She will be.

- I gotta go.
- Hey, hey. Amber. Amber.

You know, I have a kid too.

And...

Believe me, I've done
some things in my life that...

I pray to God my son
doesn't find out about, you know?

But... we all make mistakes.

The question is, what are you
gonna do about it? Right?

- You sound good.
- You are very kind.

I practice everyday,
but never get any better.

- You havin' fun?
- No.

But you can't go by me.

Well, I'm Noelle.

Now you tell me your name.
That's how it works.

I'm Adrian... Monk.

You can call me Adrian... Monk.

Are you a friend of Dexter's?

I am a ghost of Sapphire Girls past.

What year? / 1985.

If you have any back issues
in your garage? You can look me up.

No. I... I don't have a garage.

It seems like a lifetime ago.

Not... Not that I'm complaining.
Dexter has been very good to me.

He bought me an apartment,
sent me to Europe on a promotional tour.

So, uh, is your wife here?

I'm not married.

You're wearing a ring.

She passed away.
I can't take it off yet.

I'm sorry.
When did she die?

Six years ago.

Sharona Fleming.

What a pleasant surprise.
Come in.

Don't be shy.
That was a joke.

We both know, uh,
you're not shy at all.

Dexter, I just want the pictures
and the negatives. / Yeah, well,

I want to invent the world's
first fully integrated semiconductor,

but we don't always
get what we want.

You like it?
This is my first workbench.

I had them move it here
from Cincinnati.

And that's how I started out.
I was experimenting, tinkering.

I was a nerd,
publishing my little electronics magazine.

I was the kind of guy that...

a woman like you never talked to.

You still are.

If you're here to beg,
you're not off to a very promising start.

And if you're here to threaten me,
you can save your breath,

because that release you
signed is airtight.

I have a kid. / Then keep your friend,
Mr. Monk, out of my face.

Okay, you listen to me,
you twisted, porn-peddling freak.

If you print those pictures,
you're gonna hurt my son.

You hurt my son,
I'm comin' after you.

And I am gonna dedicate
my life to ruining yours.

Yeah, well, take a number.

"Hold me, Adrian,
my darling husband,

"true love's touch so rare a gift.

"How much more precious is your caress,

"who loves so deeply...

"yet fears the warmth
of hand on hand.

"Still, your love is given free...

"only to me,

only to me."

That was... That was
the last poem she ever wrote.

I just wanna go home. / Me too.

Did you find him? / Get him.

- What do you mean?
- Just nail him.

- But what about the pictures?
- Forget the pictures.

Just do whatever you have to do
to nail that son of a bitch.

- My babies.
- Benjy.

We have to talk.

I didn't do anything. / I know.

I know you didn't. I did.

You know how sometimes
you make a mistake and you mess up,

but you know I still love you anyway?

Yeah. / Yeah, well, sometimes
mommies make mistakes too.

And when you were a baby,
I made a very big one.

- What kind of mistake?
- I can't tell you.

- What, did you kill a guy?
- No, I didn't kill anybody.

What...

But somebody took pictures
of me makin' this mistake.

What kind of pictures?

Oh.

Benjy, the reason why
I'm telling you this...

is because we're workin' on a case,

and somebody is threatening to print
these pictures if we don't let him go.

- Is he a bad guy?
- A very bad guy.

Now, I had to tell you this because,
if they ever got published,

you're gonna hear about it in school.

How do you feel about this?

I don't know. / Honey.

I was really trying to make
a better life for us.

Mom, you can't let somebody get away

just because I might have
a bad day at school.

Have I told you how much I love you?

Not since lunch.
You know, I'm missing my show.

One hour.

He was alone.
The door was locked.

- From the inside.
- From the inside.

The phone rings.
He's over here lifting weights.

There's something wrong here.

Something...

is wrong about this room.

I just can't see it. / You will.

Listen. Listen.

Do you hear that?

- Hello.
- Noelle. Do you remember me?

Oh, yeah. From the party.
Uh, Mr. Monk.

- This is my assistant, Sharona.
- Hi.

- Do you mind if we come in?
- Uh, sure.

Well, you'll have
to excuse the mess.

I'm still unpacking from my trip.

Noelle, did you know...

that you were directly below
Elliott D'Souza's apartment?

No. No, I knew he lived
in the building.

At the party,

you mentioned that Dexter Larsen
found this apartment for you.

Yeah, that's right.

- When was that?
- Uh, about a month ago.

- And then he sent you out of town?
- Yeah, that's right.

To London and Paris
on a promotional tour.

So, what's all this about anyway?

- Did you make these?
- What?

These indentations in the carpet.

Uh, maybe. I might have.

Or maybe they came from that chair.

No. No, they're not from the chair.

No.

No.

No.

I'm not allowed to let
anybody else in here. / Just relax.

No. Dex is gonna be so mad at me.

- It's okay. / But it's my job!
- What the hell is goin' on?

Dexter Larsen, that's a warrant,

duly sworn, authorizing us
to search your house.

Dex, I tried to call you.
They've been here an hour.

- They've been looking everywhere.
- Looking for what?

Looking for proof...
that you killed Elliott D'Souza.

Mr. Monk.
Are you serious? You...

My Carvasia.
I told you not to touch that.

Sorry. I'll get it. / No.! No.!

Don't touch it. I'll do it.
It's very valuable.

Is there a problem?

What's wrong? Pick it up.
Can't weigh more than 15 pounds.

All right. What did you do?
Did you glue it down?

Excuse me. If I may?

No, not glued. Your turn.

We found it, Dexter.

- Found what?
- The magnet that you built.

Randy, you can come out now,
unless you're enjoying yourself down there.

- Come on, come on.
- What's this supposed to be?

What, you don't recognize that?

We found it in your workshop.
It had fingerprints all over it.

Go ahead.

I never realized how strong
an electromagnet like that could be.

I'm told that one can lift a car.

With your background in electronics,

building a device like this
was child's play.

You needed a car battery.

You borrowed one from your own
Mercedes the night before the murder.

You couldn't risk
driving one of your own cars,

so you took Mr. Bonaduce's keys
and borrowed his.

And since you had found
Noelle Winters's apartment for her,

you had copies of all her keys.

You knew the apartment was empty
because you had sent Ms. Winters to Europe.

Now you were
where you wanted to be...

directly below Elliott D'Souza's penthouse,
right under his private gym.

You knew Elliott worked out
every morning.

You could hear the weights
clanging through the ceiling.

You phoned him
to make sure he was in position.

And then you killed him...

Without ever setting foot in the room.

That's why the computer disk was
erased and the clock was a little off.

I knew there was
something wrong with that room.

Everything was turned around.

The pens and the stapler,
they were all facing the same way.

All right. So?
I made a magnet. So, what?

I make a lot of things. It's my hobby.
It doesn't prove anything.

I told you. I was here all night
and all morning.

No, you weren't.

It's all right. Go ahead.

He offered to make me
Sapphire Girl of the Year...

if I lied and said that we
were together that morning.

She's willing to testify in court.

Your necklace.

Your Ferrari.

I don't want 'em.
I don't need 'em.

Looks like you picked the wrong
two women to mess with.

Dexter Larsen,

you are under arrest for the premeditated
murder of Elliott D'Souza.

You need to come with me, sir.

Sharona. / What?

I found this in his office.
They're your photos and all the negatives.

You won't have to worry
about them anymore.

Did you look at 'em?

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