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Well, our 15th
wedding anniversary is coming up.

Uh-huh.
And Sunday is Valentine's Day.

Well, those are statements.
What's the question?

The question is,
will you marry me?

I want to renew
our vows, honey.

Let's have a spring wedding,
just us and the kids. Please.

Jill.

Yeah, come on.

See, it can be your anniversary
present to me.

Just think what
a relief it'll be,

the gift issue will be resolved.

You can stop taking all those the catalogs
in the bathroom...

I already got you a real nice scarf.

Listen to me.
What?

I'm getting married again in this life,
and you can be there or not.

Is that right?
That's right.

Well, I'll marry you.

But I swear,
this is the last time.

(CHUCKLES)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, God, Jimmy!
Don't pull it, don't pull it.

Honey, you're gonna
pull the flesh.

What is it?
God! Where's your radio?

Where the hell is it?
Where's your radio?

Jimmy, don't pull it.
I know it hurts, but don't pull on it.

Officer down. Officer down.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

JILL: More lidocaine, Carter.
Let's numb him up.

Ten more cc's.

What the hell's he doing here?
I'm not dead yet.

I'm not just
a medical examiner.

I can treat
patients in emergencies.

This is an emergency.

Lie still!

All right.
This is double-barbed,

and it's gone in
more than two inches.

Scalpel.
Scalpel?

Oh, God.
Kenny. Kenny, listen to me.

Pick up Billy Quinn,
Danny Oulton and Bobby Lull.

They were playing around
with a bow and arrows.

Get their story.

One of them did it,
I know it.

Oh, my God.

I'm gone.

Go.

(GROANS)

Got it? Okay, got it.
Yeah. Okay.

Okay. We should be able to lift
this baby right out.

Let me retract, you pull.

All right. Nice and easy.

Here she comes.
Here she comes.

You got it?

Oh, Jimmy.

(EXCLAIMS)

It's Cupid.

Who?

Cupid. Serial killer,
from Minnesota.

He meets women
through the classifieds,

ends up raping
and killing the women he meets.

Cupid shot Jimmy?

As a signal that he's here.

He loves taunting the police.

Every time he's made a hit,
he's baited the police or the FBI

by sending them
flowers or candy.

I have reason to believe
maybe he's come to Rome.

Why?

Well, I didn't think
anything of it at first.

This is confidential, Kenny.

What?

It's just between us.

What?

I took out a personal ad
in the classifieds myself.

My aunt met my uncle that way.
You never know.

You put an ad in the paper?

Well, a lot of people meet good partners
through the personals.

Just read it, and if you say
anything you're dead.

"Gorgeous redhead,
single, 27." Gorgeous?

The lady at the Herald said
that I should oversell.

"Poetry lover,
seeks compatible,

"compassionate male
with buns of steel."

All the victims, turns out,
advertised themselves as poetry lovers.

I didn't know that.
I really do love poetry.

"Buns of steel"?

Give it back.

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

Oh, come on.
Look who's talking.

Mr. Integrity, tell me you dated the twins
for their personalities.

Hey, that ain't funny, Max.

What did you do, alternate?

Bouncing nickels
off their washboard stomachs?

You know, I'm sorry I even
showed this to you!

(SIGHS)

What's this got to do
with the guy that shot Jimmy?

One of my responses.

It's written
like a ransom note.

Look at this.

"Lola, only if you're
a road less traveled."

"A road less traveled."

That's a line from
a Robert Frost poem.

Cupid is using
it metaphorically.

All of his victims
have been kind of virginal.

Well, then you're safe.

First Cupid answers my letter,
then Jimmy gets shot.

It all fits the profile.
I'm calling the FBI.

Oh, no, you don't.

Listen, Jimmy is
out of commission.

I have the authority.
I am calling the FBI.

That's it?

I am pulled from my family
in the dead of night, drive 90 minutes,

and all you've got
to tell me is that

your sheriff got
popped in the ass with an arrow?

And this letter.

Deputy,
the Cupid killer was killed

in a shootout
seven weeks ago.

He was?

I suppose I should be grateful
that you've got nothing.

I was afraid
that maybe you were about to show me

that we had
killed the wrong man.

Instead,
you give me love notes

and a sheriff with
punctured buttocks.

You killed Cupid?

Then who shot Jimmy?

I think it was an Indian.

DOUGLAS:
It doesn't matter who, Jimmy.

I don't want to sue.

Anal pain and suffering,
why the jury...

It could've been an Indian.

No. It wasn't an Indian.
It was probably Bobby Lull.

His parents have homeowners' insurance,
umbrella coverage.

It wasn't Bobby Lull.
He wouldn't have done that.

I drew you a picture, Dad.

It's to make you feel better.

I'll tell you, Jimmy.
You were in an open area.

Whoever shot you,
meant to shoot you,

either to
embarrass you or kill you.

Doug.

I'm sorry.

Matthew did the dialogue,
but I drew it.

Well, that's
very good, pal.

DOUGLAS:
It's very good.

It's very nice.
Very nice.

KENNY: "Dear Cupid, I will be waiting
for you at Patton's tonight at 8:00.

"Come be my Valentine.
Forever yours, Lola."

This is what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna meet
him for a drink.

We're gonna get his prints on a beer mug,
send them to a lab,

see what turns up.

Cupid is dead.
You heard Morell.

I also read the newspaper accounts
on microfilm.

The investigating
FBI agent Barry Jenkins

thinks it wasn't
Cupid that was shot.

He thinks it was somebody else. Max...

And Morell isn't positive, either.

That's why he
came running here

last night.
The man had doubts.

You actually put another classified ad
in the paper.

I've worked it
all out at Patton's.

You're gonna be my waiter.

That way,
you can grab his glass

the minute he
finishes his drink

and preserve the prints.

What is wrong with you?

Standard police work.

It's the way Al Pacino
caught Ellen Barkin in Sea of Love.

We're gonna get recognized.
How can you expect us to pull that off?

Patton's is in Windsor.
Nobody will recognize us.

Trust me, Kenny.

Jimmy getting shot
is no coincidence.

It all fits Cupid's pattern.
He's here.

It's all sport to you, isn't it, Max?
Undercover fun.

Playing games.

It isn't sport.

Jody Lane.
Answered Cupid's call.

Before. After.

Ellen Wyman. Before.

After.

Betty Mahoney.
Karen Gallagher.

Cindy Harvey.

All right.

The man who did
this could be in Rome.

And I'm not proud about the fact
that I took out a classified

"and what that says
about my social life."

But because of
a fluke circumstance,

I'm suddenly in
a position that I could stop

this psycho
from killing again.

And it has nothing
to do with sport.

Maxine, what are you doing?

Excuse me, Ginny.
This is private.

This is important.
I had a terrible

para-psychic
episode last night.

I say a little girl in trouble,
a very little girl.

And then I saw your face.

What?

You may be in extreme danger.

Whatever you're planning to do,
just don't do it.

That's ridiculous.

This is not ridiculous.
You know I'm psychic sometimes,

and these
visions were very real.

You are in danger.

(GIRLS CHATTERING)

Now, remember,

as soon as he finishes his drink,
come right over,

get the glass in
an evidence bag.

I know what I'm doing.

You just better hope
this guy isn't dangerous in public places.

We got no backup.

Listen, he's never
killed anyone outside

the victim's own
apartment or house.

Now don't be talking me up.

He could be watching.

I'm gone. Be careful.

Oh, God.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Excuse me.

Busy. Go away, please.

Are you with somebody?

Yes.

Would you be Lola?

What?

Max!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?
I'm undercover.

What the hell
are you doing here,

and why are you
looking for somebody named Lola?

Well, there's
someone named Lola that

I've sort of been
communicating with.

What? Communicate how?

Through the classifieds.
She ran an ad. I sent her a letter.

What name did you use?

I don't have to
tell you that.

You tell me right now.
This is a police investigation.

Now, I'll book you
on obstruction of justice.

What was your pseudonym,
Carter?

Tell me.

Snookie.

You're Snookie?

The stationary
shaped like a little pig?

(GASPS) You're Lola?

Quiet.
Everything all right?

Carter?
Kenny?

What's going on?
What's he doing here?

Shh!

We are undercover,
and you shouldn't be here.

The ad said for Lola
to meet somebody named Cupid.

I thought it was
a generic Cupid.

For God's sake,
it's Valentine's Day week.

He's not the only one.

Bartender says
three other Romeos

have come in
looking for Lola.

Your little ad must have read
like an open invitation.

Great. Listen to me.

Kenny and I are tracking

a potential serial killer.

Now, you should leave.

I can help.

This is behavioral science, paraphilic.

I am of medical use here.
I have a trained investigative eye...

Come on.

Don't push me.

God.

I wouldn't
normally bother you,

but these
visions were so strong.

I think Maxine is in danger.

I didn't even know
about any undercover plan.

Well, that's 'cause you stayed home
with your rectal wound.

Maxine and Kenny are trying
to lay a trap for Cupid.

Who's Cupid?

Serial killer.

Maxine called the FBI.

Oh, no.

Agent Morell came yesterday.

He said Cupid was dead.
But Maxine thinks he's alive.

And from what I'm feeling,
I think she's right and he's after her.

All right.
See if you can dig up Morell for me.

I got his number.

Jimmy.

I think Max needs a little therapy.

She seems to
have this addiction to danger.

How many times is
she gonna put herself

in these
life-threatening situations?

She even had Santa Claus
put a gun to her head.

She's just a little
too driven. That's all.

Oh, no.
No, I think it goes way beyond driven.

I think she's
slightly self-destructive.

♪ Lola, I like you

♪ Beggin' please ♪

See, it's just like
that Eric Clapton song Layla.

But I changed it to Lola.

Cupid is a unisex creation,

based on a Greek mythological character
of both genders.

You maybe prefer women,
so I came by

to see about
the big "what if."

(IN ROBOTIC VOICE) I know you
wanted somebody younger.

All I ask is that
you keep an open mind.

I may have written.
I'm a little shy to say.

Does it make a difference?

Well, yes.

See, I am here to meet a man
who wrote to me using the pseudo Cupid.

Are you him?

You're making me nervous.
Are you a cop or something?

No, I'm not a cop.

BEN: Well, it's just I've never responded
to an ad before.

And to tell you the truth,
I'm a little bit embarrassed by it.

You know,
taking out ads in papers,

it's a little bit
tough to maintain esteem.

Excuse me.

This is
a private conversation.

Which is now concluding.

I have
an appointment with Lola.

Ben, I'm sorry,
but this is my meeting.

I'll call.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Are you Cupid?

What are you looking for?

Companionship. Love maybe.

I guess that's what
everybody's looking for.

What are you looking for?

Somebody else.

I'd avoid the classifieds, Lola.

You don't want to get mixed up
with somebody crazy.

Twice.
You people bring me down here twice.

You have got two deputies
staking out a dead man.

I get pulled away
from my own family...

How do you know for sure
the man you killed is Cupid?

You have no DNA.

You have no
positive identification.

We are the FBI.

A federal
agency with the most

sophisticated forensic technology
in the world.

I asked for the facts.
You've given me a résumé.

You don't know for sure!

Don't start with me, Sheriff.

Don't you start with me, Morell!
No, please don't start.

I've had it up to here!

JILL: Not now, Matthew.
We're busy.

And stop
wasting that ketchup.

How was the stagger?

Go.

JILL: And wash that stuff off
before you get it all over the house.

Six guys, one woman,
seven pairs of prints. Who knows?

There are still
people hanging around.

Don't act like you know me.

It's closing time.

This is when the waiter
hits on the lonely customers.

Plus which,
I got buns of steel,

which any potential Joe Cupid
knows you like.

Toilets have the automatic flushes.
I've never seen one up close.

Why are you still here?

I thought I could contribute
as a lay observer.

Now, there were two guys
who acted really strange.

Carter. Come on.
Anybody who answers

a classified is
really strange.

I should've known that.

(MAXINE SIGHS)

Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that...

Yes, you did.

No, I didn't.
Yes, you did.

I got to go to
the ladies' room.

Carter, I...
I understood you perfectly, Max.

No need to explain.

Max. Go.

(SIGHS)

I've answered a few
classifieds myself, you know.

(SNICKERS)
Don't lie to me.

Your pity is
offensive enough by itself.

Don't compound it
by insulting my intelligence.

Listen, Carter, holiday time,
Valentine's Day, people get lonely.

Millions of people, probably.

And there's nothing wrong
with you being one of 'em.

That's why Max ran the ad.

She wanted to meet somebody.

You know what
the sad thing is?

I fit the profile.

I remember
reading about this guy.

Highly intelligent loner,
pronounced social inhibitors,

good with a knife.

This Cupid,
he's no street mugger.

He could be
somebody just like me.

Be my Valentine?

(GASPING)

That's what Cupid
would say, right, Lola?

Now, who the hell are you
and what do you want?

I asked you a question.

I'm a sheriff's deputy,
and I'm on a stakeout.

Working
a stakeout without backup?

I have backup.

It's just backed up.

Oh, you want to be cute?

Freeze!

This is a two-steel
.22 caliber pen gun.

Nice try.

Pen guns are
class three weapons,

illegal for police
officers to carry.

I got my FFL license.

I don't think so.

This one's real.

You better drop it.
You don't know who you're dealing with.

A potential dead man.
Drop the gun or your head explodes.

(GRUNTS)

Unacceptable.

Are you really police?

Shut up!

You have the right
to remain silent...

Forget the Miranda, Deputy.

I know my rights.

I'm Special Agent
Barry Jenkins, FBI.

MAXINE: What?

The ID's
in my inside pocket.

Well, now, don't we
all feel a little silly?

What are you doing here?

The same thing as you.
Looking for Cupid.

I should lock you up

on false imprisonment,
possession without a carry.

Shut your mouth.

No. You listen to me.

You want to take
another shot at me, Deputy?

Now that we're face to face?

You want another shot?

I should throw you in jail.

Unauthorized investigation.

Threatening a police officer.

Go ahead!

Cupid killed my wife.

What?

You wanna stop me from going after him,
you'll have to lock me up.

Why did you grab me?

I'm obviously not...

Nothing is
obvious about Cupid.

We got no DNA,
we got no semen residue,

we got nothing.

Cupid could be
posing as a woman.

I see the two of
you talking, I figure,

probably, the guy's got an accomplice.
We don't know anything for sure.

So then how can you know
the guy they nailed wasn't Cupid?

(SCOFFS)

Because the guy they
dropped was sloppy.

He left prints
and fluids all over.

The FBI busted in
on a rape in progress and killed him.

Since he met the victim
through the classifieds,

they declare him to be Cupid.

There's no way.

I've been living in
this bastard's head

for four years
and I'm telling you,

there is no way
he goes down that easy.

And you think
he came to Rome to kill Maxine?

Absolutely.

Cupid picked her classified off a wire,
because she's a poetry lover.

We know he works
with a computer.

He's a four-star hacker.
He probably tracked her P.O. number,

figured out who she is.

How?

How?

This guy has twiddled the FBI
for four years.

The post office is nothing.

My money says he discovered
he had a cop here,

and he couldn't
resist the challenge.

See, more than the kill,
he gets off on his superiority.

Outsmarting the police, one-upsmanship,
he's in love with the game.

Now I'm the game.

Deputy Sheriff, poetry lover.

You are the game.

Did he come to
the bar tonight?

I don't know if he came to the bar.
But I'd bet on this.

Cupid has come to Rome.

Barry Jenkins has lost his mind, Sheriff.
He's borderline insane.

Wait a minute. He's one of your agents.
How can you possibly...

He doesn't work for the FBI anymore.
We fired him.

You fired him?

When Cupid killed his wife, he went crazy.
We had to let him go.

He refuses to
believe that we got Cupid.

The doctors say
it's because he feels

this compulsion to
even the score himself.

And with Cupid already dead,
he can't do that.

So, as of now,
he doesn't even work for the FBI?

Absolutely not.
The man is insane.

(ARROW WHIZZING)

(SCREAMING)

Diversity jurisdiction.
We can sue in federal court.

Get this man out of here.
Get back, Doug.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Hire me now
or I'll defend Cupid later.

Jimmy.
And take the mortician, too.

Everybody out!

I want that
arrow for evidence.

Out.

He shot Morell?

Left cheek.

Jill's stitching
him up right now.

He's taunting the FBI.

He knows they're here and...

Max. Get lost.

Excuse me. Can I help you?

Uh, yeah. Um...

My car was vandalized last night
outside of Patton's bar.

The radio was stolen.

Oh. Well, actually
Patton's is in Windsor.

So you'd have to
file your report there.

Oh, I...

I'm in Hogan County, right?

Yeah, but Windsor
would have jurisdiction

over anything that happens
at Patton's, so...

Okay.

You see, I was just staying
over at Benton's Motel,

and I thought,
you know, it'd just be easier

to come over here since...

Have we met?

I don't think so.

You look familiar.

Sorry to trouble you.

You run his
prints on the glass?

Turned up nothing.

It's him.

What?

If he's Cupid,
why would he be so brazen

as to walk right into
a sheriff's station?

Because that's the joy.
Don't you get it?

It's like the mouse doing a little dance
in front of the cat.

Did you see how clean
and fastidious he was?

That mean something?
Oh, yes.

He obsesses over cleanliness.
He obsesses over it.

All the victims
were very pristine, virginal clean.

I know more about Cupid than you do.
Do not.

There was a special fold-out section
in my coroner's quarterly.

They said he prefers
rape to intercourse

because he doesn't like vaginal fluid.
You made that up.

He's mysophobic,
fear of dirt.

Nosophobic, fear of disease.
I know what it means.

I'm telling you, Ginny,
I have criminal logistic skills.

For me not to be deputized,
much less utilized, is an atrocity!

Oh, give it up.

Right now,
he thinks he's chosen you.

He doesn't know
that we've made him.

I have his phone number.
He gave it to me last night.

I also know his room
number at the motel.

Okay.

You call him.
Set up another meet.

Cancel that order.

You having fun, Barry?

This doesn't concern you.

You closed this case.

You have no authority to be
investigating this.

You have been discharged.

I'm investigating
it because you won't.

I'm talking.
And I'm not listening.

Sheriff, I want
this man put in lockup.

Cupid has spent four years
embarrassing the bureau.

This is your statement?

Nobody at the bureau
truly believes that we shot him down.

We closed the case
to make him cocky,

to make him feel free,

so he'd get more
blatant with his ridicule.

You're wrong.

You know I'm right.

The guy sent you
a Christmas card for God's sakes,

after he was
supposedly gunned down.

You know damn
well he's out there!

I am ordering you
right now to stop...

And I'm not taking
your orders anymore!

Sheriff, I want this
man put in custody.

Kenny, take him.

For what?

I've been honest
with you about who I am.

Well, you can just
sit in there till

I damn well figure out
what to do with you.

Now, take him.

Come on. Let's go.

Good God.

What?

I never told anybody
that Cupid sent me a Christmas card.

I never logged
it into evidence.

The only way that Barry could've known
that is for him to be Cupid.

MORELL:
I'm telling you. It's him.

What?

It all makes sense.

How he could stay ahead of us,
know every move.

He headed up
the investigation.

KENNY:
He killed his own wife?

God, he must have.

He's always been off.

He...

What?

We still can't get him.

We have no
evidence whatsoever.

You can't convict
a man of eight murders

just because he had knowledge
of a Christmas card.

My God,
we still can't get him.

Maybe I can get him.

Excuse me?

I'm his mark.

Whatever game he's playing,
he's playing it to get me.

Let's let him play.

Mmm-mmm. Too dangerous.

No. It could work.

She has no field experience
in undercover...

I got the Green Bay Chopper.
I've solved...

This is
a different league, Deputy.

Cupid is a different league.

I can help you get him.
I'm his mark.

I'll need you, too.

I can let you go.

But I'm off the case.

What did he tell you?

Stuff in your FBI file.

"Suffered psychological breakdown
when your wife got killed."

FBI shrinks think
you've gone a little insane.

Company line. Company line.

Know why he killed my wife?

Because he wanted
the satisfaction of my anguish.

He wanted me to
know that he'd bested me.

That's what
he lives for, Cupid.

Let it go, Barry. Cupid is dead.

He is not dead!

That guy they
gunned down wasn't Cupid.

He's out there.

It could be this Sasha guy.

Maxine,

we could trap him.

You and me,
working together...

Hey, you don't
work for the FBI.

Sheriff.

You will not use one of my deputies
on your civilian bounty hunt.

Jimmy, maybe...
No!

You continue to participate
in this investigation,

I'll have you
arrested and prosecuted.

You assist him in
any way, you're fired.

Sasha could be...

That's an order.

Now, you get him out of here.

And stay
the hell away from him.

I'm sorry.

One night.

Call Sasha, set up the meet.

I'll back you up.

Barry, no.
You heard what he said.

One dinner date as a civilian.

Deputy,
I know he's still out there.

And I believe that
you think so, too.

I'll tail you.
I'll protect you.

You invite Sasha to your house,
and when he makes his move,

we'll pounce.

He wants to meet at my apartment
tomorrow night before.

Go over the plan,
then I go on my date with Sasha.

He wants Sasha
to bring you home

so Sasha will be
set up as a suspect.

We can't let an innocent man
be part of a sting.

You get rid of
Sasha at the front door.

Tell Jenkins he
didn't want to come in.

How is this gonna work?

We wire her.

This guy's
a classic megalomaniac.

We figure he
probably gloats over

his exploits
before killing his prey.

We get it on tape.

You mean, we let him tiptoe
right up to the verge of killing her?

As soon as we
get enough on tape, we move.

Absolutely not. Jimmy.

Excuse me.

Can you ensure
this officer's safety?

No.

We can take steps.

We'll wire you for sound.

We'll equip you with a .25 automatic
in case he tries anything.

He got her gun the last time.

I'm not going to lie to you.

We could take every precaution.

This is still going to be
extremely dangerous.

It's too risky, Max.

I say no.

Can it be my decision?

Your decision.

You understand the danger.

I'm a cop.

This is why
I chose to be a cop.

Let's get him.

MAXINE: They're beautiful.

The bug is under
the center stone.

Just speak
normally and remember,

this is our sole
means of tracking you.

That's nuts.

Jenkins said
he'd be tailing her.

If we try to follow,
he'd smell our spots.

I'm not sending my deputy
out there unprotected.

He's not gonna do anything
until he gets in her apartment.

Each of the victims
died in her own home.

It's part of the violation,
that they die in their own homes.

He won't kill unless he has
the victim's complete and total trust.

That's the game.

That's why you have to tell him
that you're a cop.

Tell him?

BARRY: He already knows.

But by you telling him,
that allows him to trust you.

That'll tell him
that he's not at risk with you,

that there's no
danger for him.

It's only when
he feels safe that he kills.

Guy's describing himself.

He's detailing his own profile.

Once he knows that
you've given yourself over to him,

that's when he'll kill.

But you'll stop him
before he gets that far.

What a lovely necklace.

Where did you get it?

Oh, God.

(MORELL SHUSHING)

MAXINE:
A family heirloom.

Father's side or mother's?

Father's mother.

I think it's
a little too sophisticated.

He likes innocence.

A bare neck would
be more virginal.

Clean.

Well, it makes me feel sexy.

I think I'll be
much more confident with it on.

Okay.

That was close.

Thank you.

He could kill her now.

He's alone with her
in the apartment now. He could do it.

No. He wants to go through
the whole charade first.

It's important to him that she jump
through all the right hoops first.

Why?

Because he has to satisfy himself
that he has complete control.

His erection comes
from the manipulation,

the puppeteering.

We better go. I told him I'd pick him up
at 8:00 at his motel.

You're going to follow me.

I'll be four car lengths
behind you.

Okay. Let's go.

Let's go.

Soon as they arrive
at the restaurant,

all teams should position
within the apartment radius.

MAN: Ten-four.

MORELL:
So far, so good.

♪ Cupid draw back your bow
And let your arrow go

♪ Straight to
my lover's heart ♪

Sam Cooke, right?

Yes. My favorite singer.

You know, when I saw your ad
addressed to Cupid,

it's like I knew
it was meant for me.

You are so beautiful.

I love women in white.

Ben, I have
a confession to make.

What?

Well,
remember the other night

when you joked,
"Are you a cop?"

Uh-huh.

I am.

Very smart.

She's doing this
for Jenkins' benefit.

She's saying what
he wants her to say.

Why?

Because it's possible he bugged her
without her knowing it.

I knew you were a cop.

You did?
Mmm-hmm.

I happen to be
an FBI news junkie,

like following serial killers,
that kind of stuff.

Really?

And I recognized you.

You killed
the Green Bay Chopper.

I saw your picture in the paper.

Isn't that funny?
Mmm-hmm.

In fact, I actually went to the Rome
Sheriff Station yesterday

to look for you.

Oh.

Ask me,
this guy's just as weird as Jenkins.

Shh!
JIMMY: Quiet.

♪ Cupid draw back your bow ♪

You are flat.

I'm sorry. I can never sing
on a full stomach.

You know...
Huh?

...I was thinking,
would you like to go back

to my apartment
for some coffee?

Really?
I mean, that would be great.

Okay.
My car's right over here.

Well, you know.

My car's right here.

Why don't we just go in mine?

Yours?
How did yours get here?

I dropped it off
this afternoon.

You know... I know you're gonna think
this is stupid,

but I got this
masculinity thing.

And when I wanna take a woman home,
I like to be able to drive.

(LAUGHING)

Let's take mine.

(GRUNTING)

Hey.

What the hell was that?
Quiet!

BEN:
Why don't you reconsider?

What are you doing?

It's what you're
gonna be doing.

Change of plan.

We're going to my hotel
instead of your place.

Something a little different.

What's the name of the hotel?

Sheriff, hold on!

No, I'm not gonna hold on.
That's my deputy.

They're not coming
back to the apartment.

What's the name of the hotel?

Benton's Country Inn
on Rod Road.

Benton's Country
Inn on Rod Road. Let's go, all units!

(SIRENS WAILING)

I thought we were
going to your motel.

Oh, I just said that
'cause I knew you were miked.

Don't want
the FBI to disturb us.

No, no, no. We got to
do this at your place.

I'm a traditionalist.

Now come on.
Take your keys out. Open the door.

Don't look for your gun.
I removed it.

Now come on.
Open. Open. Open.

Come on, open!

That's very good.
But it's not perfect.

Do you wanna know why?

Because you didn't trust me.

You wore a wire
because you didn't trust me.

Please don't do this.

And it can't be perfect
without the trust!

(BEN GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

Please, say you trust me.

Ben.
Say it!

I trust you.

Good.

Because the FBI,
they trusted you.

They trusted you
to pull this off.

So, I guess they lose again.

And you lose, too.

Ben, no.

Freeze!

(GUN FIRES)

Him?

I thought it was you.

What?

The FBI, everybody,
we were stinging you!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

It's okay. It's okay.

Thank you.
It's okay.

Thank you.

Barry!

You, freeze! I said freeze.

I'll shoot again. I will.

What the hell?

Be my Valentine?

Didn't I tell you? Cupid simply must work
with an accomplice.

Sting the stinger.

I've always wanted to be the fly
lured into the web

only to devour the spider.

What's that if
not poetry, Maxine?

And the trust.
Oh, you trusted me.

You fell into my arms
like your savior.

This is too sick.
This is sick.

Certain traditions
must be observed.

I'm very habitual.

No.

Barry, no. I'm not clean.
I'm not pristine.

It's that time of the month.

Very good. I like
a thinking man's victim.

No.

Look, I have a tampon right here.

I'm not clean.

(SHUSHING)

It's too late.
It's bang-bang time.

No!

(GROANS)

Freeze!

I told you I had a pen gun.
You should have trusted me.

I told you!

I told you.

His vital signs are okay.
He's gonna live.

In prison. Yeah.

Where's your husband?

He's inside with...
There they are.

There they are now.

We'll guard him
at the hospital.

As soon as he's stable,
we'll move him.

Okay.

Sasha made a statement.
He was in on all the kills.

Wow.

Deputy Stewart.

Pen guns are illegal
even for police officers.

I know.

We'll leave the matter
to the local authorities.

We'll take care of it.

Otherwise, good work.

OFFICER: They've already
been tagged and sealed.

Let's go.

Are you okay, Max?

Yeah. I think.

You will never do undercover again,
young lady.

Don't want to.

You're never gonna take out
any classified ads, either.