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Okay, here's the thing...

I'll give you the dollar.
I just need a quarter.

Buy something.

24 cents is your change.
Have a nice day.

you have one saved message.
To hear your saved messages, press 7.

Wait!Wait, I got it.

Lindsay, it's Theresa Woo.

I was hoping you could meet me.
3rd street newsstand,8:00 A.M.

I know we're not exactly friends,
but it's important.

Thanks, lindsay.
See you in the morning.

I'm here. Where are you?

At the moment, in my kitchen, making coffee.

Tom.

You still recognize my voice.

We were married...

once.

Lindsay?

Linz, are you okay?

Lindsay!

Linz, are you okay?

Theresa Woo just...

fell on my car.

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Women's Murder Club
Season 1 Episode 1

I wanna know if the blood spatter is
impact or cast-off.

Shoe prints... get 'em before the wind does.

You got it, detective.

Welcome to our day off.

Yeah, like you'd know
what to do with a few free hours.

For your information, I had plans.

I was gonna go for a run
and I was gonna clean my apartment.

Shut up.

So instead you decided to meet up with
a reporter, and look where it got you.

Look where it got her.

Will, tell dispatch
medical examiner wants a tow truck.

Gonna have to haul in the whole kit and caboodle.

Hi, Sammy.

Deputy D. A. Bernhardt.

Is it really Theresa Woo?

A sad day for San Francisco.

Inspector Boxer said
you might need this.

Yeah.

Thanks.

You're not gonna be
at a loss for suspects.

Theresa Woo, God bless her,

bashed or exposed half of San Francisco
for sex or corruption or...

sexual corruption.

She's won, what, six Pulitzers
for the Register in the past ten years?

So wait a minute, you were standing there on the street and...

crash?

Uh, I was, at that exact moment,
talking to Tom.

- He called.
- Tom called?

What did he say?

Have you called him back?

Theresa Woo...

fell...

on my car.

But why would Tom call you?

Our 2-year divorce
anniversary is sunday.

- Maybe it was a nostalgia thing.
- And maybe he misses you.

What I'm trying to figure out is,

Theresa's message said to meet her
in front of the Newsstand.

- So why was she on the roof?
- To make sure she wasn't followed?

She was super secretive.

So the question is,
who was making Theresa so afraid

that she was desperate
enough to call me?

Obvious place to start is
with the subjects of her exposes.

If anyone was mad enough to take her
to court, maybe they're also to kill her.

- I'll find if there's pending litigation.
- I'll get her back to the morgue.

Hopefully, she managed to pick up some
D.N.A. evidence in the back and forth.

I'll grab Jacobi, see if anything turns
up at her apartment.

And you're gonna call Tom back.

Yeah, totally.

Theresa Woo's address book is
a dead end.

Well, you got anything?

no.

Some... receipts, paid bills,
mostly dog related you know,

I'm starting to get
why Theresa called me.

- She didn't have anyone else.
- The woman was obsessed with her job.

The address book doesn't even have
an in case of an emergency contact.

At least you have a couple of human friends.

I'm not going to miss you, you know?

When you get your promotion,
and I get a...

shiny, new partner...

young, handsome...

- two good knees.
- If I get the lieutenant spot,

I'll make sure you get plenty of me
from behind my shiny,

new boss-man desk.

You know what there isn't any sign of?
A computer.

Theresa was old-school, everything by hand,

always carryin around
those ratty old notebooks.

Yeah, well, where are they?
She didn't bring 'em to the meeting.

They could be back at her office.

Well, let's hit the road.

I got years of newspaper exposes
to weed through.

What?

Oh, hell no.

But look, she likes you.

I said call the dog pound.

It's just a little stroll.
I can't take her into the morgue.

What if she eats some evidence?

Come on, Jill.
It's just a key.

It's moving in.

Whole can of worms.
Can't we just...

be in love and happy
and have lots of sex?

We can do that, too.

Didn't we decide you weren't
gonna come by my office?

You know what? I just signed the lease,
Landlord gave me two sets of keys,

and I'm off for a 24-hour shift
at the hospital, so I broke the rules.

Giving my boss further ammunition for
hating me, should she decide to drop in.

Oh, she'd hate it if she were
to see us, you know, like this.

- Definitely not like this.
- Yeah, definitely.

- Hey, Claire's got... whoops.
- Oh, hey, Linz.

I am going to leave this...

right here. Okay? No pressure.

But come on, move in with me.

See ya.

- Guess who's moving in with a boy?
- Considering moving in.

We're...

God.

Well, given your usual terrible taste
in men, this is good news.

I actually don't hate luke.

What do you know?

Time of death... no mystery there.
Cause...

if the fall hadn't gotten her, the gunshots would've.

Three of 'em, all to the torso.

What about D.N.A.

Not looking promising.

I just came from her apartment.
It screams lonely workaholic.

Speaking of, did you call Tom back?

I'll give you workaholic.

Lonely?

Don't think so.

Yeah. Inappropriate.

Yikes.

Well, not your mama's bikini wax.

Maintenance like that, she was
definitely sleeping with somebody.

Well, there was
no man stuff at her apartment.

No extra toothbrush, only one towel on the rack.

So whoever she was seeing, it must've been new.

Or secret.

Men? No.

No men, no friends, just work.

I have no idea what she was working on,
I had any idea until she publish.

But I guarantee you,
it was incendiary... and honest.

See? That's how much Theresa trusted me.
Now I gotta call a damn locksmith.

Don't you need a warrant for that?

Cindy Thomas, metro desk.

- There's nothing in there, anyway.
- And you know that how?

Common knowledge. Theresa never left
anything in the office.

Plus, I picked it already.

It's empty.

- You were a friend?
- Yeah.

No.
No, a colleague, I-I-I guess.

Well, admirer, mostly.

Theresa was sort of a mentor...

from afar.

We didn't really talk, actually.

She did say nice work to me once.

- Do you know who did this to her?
- Do you know her personal life?

She had one?

Oh, okay.

Uh, boss.
I... I gotta go.

I'm gonna have some people come over
and go through Theresa's computer.

They won't find anything.
It's all in her notebooks.

- Do you know where they are?
- No, but...

listen, if by some miracle you find
them, I see them first.

Technically, they're
the property of the Register.

Technically, they're evidence
in a murder investigation.

Thank you.

Okay, Theresa,
those notebooks are in here somewhere.

Freeze. Police.

Again.

- Put the bag down.
- I was gonna give them to you.

- I just wanted to read them... first.
- Now.

Really?

You don't have to do that.

- You don't have to break and enter.
- I didn't.

Seriously, I told the super
that I was Theresa's sister...

the adopted sister.

- Where were they?
- Sweater drawer.

- I already checked.
- There's a false bottom.

Pretty intricate one. She must've had
it specially made. And don't feel bad.

- You would've found it eventually.
- Gee, thanks.

Now tell me why I shouldn't arrest
you for murder.

Because that's crazy.
Theresa was, like, my idol.

Maybe you were angry because she didn't
pay enough attention as you wanted.

Maybe you wanted to steal her story.
That's what you're doing now.

Whatever Theresa was researching,
she died for it.

If the story dies with her...

I can't let that happen.

And I have an alibi. A lot of people saw
me at the Register this morning.

It's, uh, in shorthand, some kind of code.

Theresa was really paranoid.

Yeah, is it paranoia if you're right?

I mean, clearly,
someone was out to get...

What?

Police!
Stop!

Stop!

Damn it!

Damn it.

I spent the night trying
to decipher these things,

only came up with three words.

You're mad that I went back
to Teresa's without you.

- I'm mad you didn't catch the guy.
- No, I'm mad I didn't catch the guy.

You're mad I didn't arrest the reporter.

Jacobi, I asked the super. He did let her in.

So far, I've got alibis
from every corrupt jerk

Theresa Woo exposed
in the last three years,

leaving her current story, whatever it is...

as our best lead.

What about the guy last night?
Didn't my...

sketch come back yet?

I think martha is depressed.
You should...

I am not taking the dog.

You're mad at me about the dog?

that goes upstairs, the new boss'office.

They named the new lieu.

It's not you?

What idiot did the idiots in charge give it to?

this idiot.

Tom.

I tried to call you four times.

I'm gonna need a minute.

Jacobi has 22 years on the job,
more citations than I can count.

He's seasoned, he's...

grizzled.

Do you know how many bad guys you have
to catch to get that grizzled?

A lot.

That's right, a lot.
What has Tom done?

Other than reorganize the citywide gang
task force and that huge drug bust?

Blah, blah, blah.

- Jacobi deserves to be the new lieu.
- Why would Tom take the job?

Do you think he's maybe...

exploring the idea of getting back together?

It's possible.
Things change.

I care about my job as I did when
we were married. That hasn't changed.

Tom didn't leave you
because you cared about your job.

He left because it was all you cared about.

Why are we friends?

Because I always tell you the truth,
just like I did when I warned you,

that whole thing about
the kiss me not killer...

obsession.

I did not say it but yes, obsession...
was going to cost you your marriage.

That psycho murdered two women.

He brutalized them.
He sewed their lips shut.

- We know. We were there, too.
- You both gave up.

So did Tom.

To change the subject, this is
why I am not moving in with luke.

Moving in leads to marriage, marriage leads to...

ick.

I'm giving the key back.

If it's the right guy,
the ick's worth it. Trust me.

Miss Bernhardt?

Tom wasn't the right guy.

He was a youthful mistake.

That lasted six years.

Four of them really happy, if you remember.

And now he's my boss.

We're adults.
It'll be fine.

five years ago, Theresa filed a
restraining order against Walton James.

She kept it active until last year.

Theresa had a stalker.

I'm betting he looked a little something like this.

Mr. James, open up!
It's the police!

Elevator! He's going to the elevator!

Walton James...

You are under arrest
for pissing me off...

twice.

You have no right.
I'm an american citizen!

Touch nothing!

yeah.

Whatever you say.

This picture is recent.

If he was still following her, why would
she let the restraining order lapse?

Stupidity?

I just figured out how a professional
stalker can afford these digs

and how he met our victim.

Police brutality strikes again.
I remember this.

He was one of the protesters
who got their butts kicked at that,

World bank to-do, sued the city
and got a tidy settlement.

She turned him into a hero for a day.

He turned her into a victim for five years.

Yeah...

It seems that way, doesn't it?

So what happened, Walton?

Theresa finally have enough,
so you let her free-fall?

I have rights.

- Those rights don't include murder.
- I know how the police operate.

You're liars.
You're bullies.

You want me to believe she's dead
so I'll tell you everything I know.

Walton, it's on the news.

- It's in all the papers.
- Everything we see, everything we hear,

it... It's... It's been manipulated
by governments and... And corporations.

That's why Theresa's so special.

That's why you were
snooping outside of her place.

I was trying to find out why she was killed.

Where'd you send her?

Guantanamo?

Theresa is under that sheet, Walton.

You ready for this?

it's a replica...

or something.
You people are exceptionally well-funded.

No, trust me, we're no

Walton, Theresa was shot
and pushed off a building.

Were you there?

Do you remember?

who did this?

who hurt you?

- Walton
- No.

Theresa.

Please, No!

It's all right.

... come on.

Hanson North, aren't you supposed to be
in court defending a murdering crackhead?

We're on a recess.

Meantime, I'm waiting
for someone to explain to me

why this department tortured
Walton James.

Showing him Theresa Woo's body is a long way from the water board.

Your client did not believe she was dead.

We had to determine whether he'd had a psychotic bre.

During which maybe
he shoved her off a building.

- And?
- And we don't think he did it,

but we do think he has information
relevant to Theresa's murder.

Well, I can't let you talk to him.

Sorry, should've beaten it out of him
when you had the chance.

We understand. Of course, that means
I'll have to file against him

for assault on a police officer,

destruction of federal property,
on top of the evading charge

that'd easily get him a dime in prison.
Or he sits down for a friendly talk.

It's up to you.

Okay, but only because I've gotta go
decimate a traffic cop on the stand.

Hey, Lindsay, we should talk.

Yeah, sure, just not now.

Not now, the Lindsay Boxer refrain.

Don't be an ass, Tom.

Don't be an ass...

lieutenant.

lieutenant.

God, he is so irritating.

Public defenders can be so sanctimonious.

You meant Tom.
Right.

You really think Walton's innocent?

Theresa was scared, but not of him.

She let the restraining order lapse.

In some of walton's photos,
she's lookin directly into the lens.

She even kept some of his favorite soda
on the fire escape.

I think she liked him.

You know, he planted her flower box
and probably took out her trash...

carried those really heavy water bottles.

Right.

It's like a silent, lurking husband.

It sounds...

almost nice.

Martha?

Hey, baby.

I'm sorry you had to see theresa like that.

I know you didn't hurt her.

You don't trust me.

That's...

okay.

But Theresa did.

Lindsay, it's Theresa Woo.

I was hoping you could meet me.
3rd street newsstand,8:00 A.M.

I know we're not exactly friends,
but it's important.

Thanks, Lindsay.
See you in the morning.

Theresa started the crime beat

the same time that I joined the force.

The first time I ever saw my name
in print was in one of her articles.

We kinda grew up together.

Walton, as much as you cared about her,

that's how much I care
about catching her killer.

How's she doing?

Lindsay's the best, just like always.

That's not what I meant.

I know what you meant.

Was there someone
that she was afraid of?

Maybe someone she was doing a story on?

Was it her new boyfriend?
Do you know who he is?

Someone was following her.

Who?

I don't know her name...
but I kn...

I know her license plate number.

Martha likes you.

Maybe she should go home with you.

Hallelujah.

crackhead plead out.

Your boss signed off on manslaughter,
10 to 20, up for parole in 5.

Not bad for shooting
grandma in the heart.

- Why are you here?
- Why'd you stop returning my calls?

Walton gave up a license plate number.

It's that too-soft-for-a-man E. R. Doctor, isn't it?

You should dump him.

I need my desk.

- You really like this guy?
- I really like this guy.

Then dump him before it's too late.

I know you. You're like me,
too complicated to commit.

Once again, I ask, why are you here?

- You really want to know?
- Yes.

You sure?

Yes.

Luke and I are in love.

We're moving in together,
and you don't know me.

Yeah, I do.

For one thing, you're more experienced.

Dr. Raine Van Aiken.
She doesn't look like a murderer.

- I'm just saying, the promotion...
- ... it should have been mine, I know.

Now will you stop dragging me
and my ego into a situation

that's really about you
and a much more vital organ?

You better be talking about my heart.

Her.

The short version is,
I'm glad Theresa Woo is dead.

Most people don't lead
with cartwheels after a murder.

Most murder victims aren't sleeping with my husband.

I assume that's why you're here.

You connected the affair dots
and figured that the crazy,

jealous wife offed
the intrepid reporter mistress.

Your car was seen following Theresa,
uh, more than once.

My husband cheats...

regularly.

I feel it's my prerogative
to know with whom.

I tell them to get lost, and most listen.

And if they don't, you what, toss them off a roof?

Please.

Miles is my third husband.
I'm over the drama.

I'm surprised you're not over him.

Miles has his flaws,
but he makes me laugh,

and he knows his way around the kitchen,
and that's more than the first two.

If you knew our investigation would lead
to you and your husband,

why didn't you come forward?

I work 80 hours a week
running this free clinic,

helping the homeless and other people
who have no place else to go.

Enmeshing myself in all of this
just wasn't a priority.

- We're gonna need an alibi.
- And, we'll to talk to your husband.

Scare the hell out of him.

He deserves it.

I'm gonna make a quick stop.
Do you want to...

pick up the cheating husband?

A pleasure.

I don't talk to reporters...

yeah, I got that general idea.

But I need to know
what was in Theresa's head, okay?

Anything about her job, her personal life,
and at theresa's apartment,

- you think that you could read these.
- Probably.

- How?
- Eidetic memory.

It's just,... I have one of those brains
that has a hard time forgetting things,

so if... If I knew it, if I read about it, you know,

even if I heard it once, chances are
good it is still in there somewhere,

Like, well, say code
or obsolete shorthand.

You read about shorthand?

I read about a lot of things.

Shorthand, baseball,
keynesian economics, serial killers.

I read all about the kiss me not killer case,

and... And I was thinking,

if you ever wanted to reopen the investigation,

- I would love to assist...
- Stop. Here's an F.Y.I.

If you write a story containing
any information from those notebooks,

without my go-ahead, I'll arrest you.

- For what?
- Breaking and entering...

- There's nothing...
- Obstruction, I'll come up with a list.

Theresa came into my restaurant...

... and we talked.
And then she came back, and...

one thing, as they say, led to another.

It seems like one thing, as they say,
leads to another a lot with you.

My wife is married to her work.

What am I supposed to do?

So because you don't get enough
attention, all is your wife's fault?

Did you ever think, I don't know,

maybe your wife's job is important to her,

or you should be a little more understanding?

What's her problem?

She's touched at how choked up
you are over this whole thing.

Hey, I cared about Theresa,
but I was going to end it.

Because she threatened
to tell your wife?

No, because she reminded me of my wife.

Theresa turned out to be a unromantic,
work-obsessed ballbuster.

I've already got one of those.

So you took your anger at raine out on Theresa?

Transference.
That's a good theory.

Excuse me. Instead of tting
yourselves on the back,

shouldn't you be out
arresting the real killer...

Walton James... Theresa's stalker?

Where were you yesterday morning?

... w... Wait this guy followed
her around for five years.

I mean, we used to have to meet
when she knew he wasn't watching

because she was afraid that--that he'd lose it.

Any alibi will do.

I was at my restaurant,
and I have the manager,

two prep cooks and an entire waitstaff
who'll attest to that.

I so want him to be guilty.

He's guilty of lowering the overall
standards of San Francisco cuisine.

Last I checked, that restaurant
he's so proud of had a big,

fat c from the health department.

where are we?

I would like a tail for Miles Van Aiken to make sure

- he doesn't try to leave the city.
- If I say yes, will you agree to that talk?

I will pencil you in ten minutes past...
a woman is dead.

I'll, uh, head over
to the so-called restaurant,

verify Van Aiken's alibi.

I'll approve the tail,

but don't get so focused on the jerk
husband that you forget the story angle.

Yeah, thanks for the reminder, Tom.

Thanks for the reminder, lieutenant.

I need a search warrant
for Miles Van Aiken's car,

the restaurant, his house.

Yeah. Based on?

I don't like the cheating bastard?

Sweetie, you know, I love you
like an annoyingly pushy,

emotionally stunted sister, but I need probable cause.

Linz.

I did something bad.

What? You okay?

Yeah.

It's just, I, uh...

I didn't tell you
that Tom asked about you.

whatever.

You can stop pretending you're not
still in love with him anytime now.

Come on. You haven't even had sex
with anyone since he left.

Says who?

I could've been secretly whoring
around the last two years.

And besides, I am picky, and I'm busy,
and I have to solve a murder now.

It's me. Where are we?

I, uh, managed to figure out
some key words in the notebook.

Caboose, elephant man.

I still have no idea exactly what they mean.

- So we're at another dead end?
- I have another idea.

I'll let you know if it works.

Walton?

Cindy Thomas...

from the...

San Francisco Register?

Walton?

Body's still warm.

I'd say T.O.D. is
less than two hours ago.

This doesn't make any sense.

What is it with that girl
and other people's apartments?

I gave her Theresa's notebooks.

She thought that Walton might be able
to make sense out of them,

which he doesn't need to know.

It's a confession.
Unis found it in the bedroom.

Walton couldn't handle Theresa having
a boyfriend, killed her in a jealous rage.

No, Theresa made sure
Walton didn't know about Miles.

Lindsay, case is closed.

- It isn't.
- Yes, it is.

Damn it, Tom, just let me do my job.

Fine, if after you do your job,
you come into my office,

you sit your ass down, and we talk.
No excuses.

Fine.

You planned that.

Halfway through.

It was fun, huh?

Yeah, hoot and a holler.

- How much longer?
- With or without your hovering?

Without.

It's just so sad.

All Theresa and Walton had
was each other, and now...

I mean, I get how Walton ended up alone.

He was kind of a nut.
But theresa...

How does that happen?

You put your head down,

you get lost in your career,
you wake up ten years later,

and you realize that your job doesn't hug back.

Theresa chose to be alone,
whether she meant to or not.

She was avoiding the ick.

See what happens when no one hovers?

Check this out.

When you hang yourself,
the rope leaves a bruise,

like this, only this one's pretty faint.

Here, he's got a slightly darker bruise,

which means that he was strangled
and then strung up.

And since there's no sign of a struggle,

I'm guessing he was drugged first.

That reporter girl's here with a guest.

What is that smell?

Elephant man.
See his necklace?

I cracked the code.

So Theresa's story was about you?

Me and a whole bunch of street dudes.

You're talking about that story
she did five months ago,

on that bottom-feeder
who coerced homeless men

to smack each other around on video.

I wasn't involved in all that,
but I got to know Theresa.

After that, she kept coming around
with food and blankets on cold nights.

So she was there, six weeks ago when
Martin fell and he cut his head open.

She took him to get treatment
at Mission Cross North hospital,

and the thing is,
because Martin is homeless,

they called the Castro free clinic
to see if he had medical records.

Then they wouldn't give me any pain pills.

Said that my medical records showed
I was already on all kinds of stuff.

Thought I was, u uh, what...
What they call that?

Drug seeking.
But he... He wasn't.

Martin's not on anything.

Theresa had his blood tested.
It's all in the notebooks.

I never even been to Castro free clinic,

unless you count getting
free food off that van

they got going around sometimes.

It's me. Hold on.

This is my boyfriend Luke.
He's a doctor at Mission Cross North.

With your permission, he's gonna fax over those medical records.

- No car, no electricity.
- Cough for me.

I got a zero-carbon footprint.

Well, that's it.
You're a prince, Martin.

So, uh, you coming with?

I'm giving her some space.

In the meantime, I think I'm gonna take
Martin here down to the showers.

And waste all that water?

I'm no internist, but pending
blood work and urinalysis,

I'd say he'll live to be 102.

So the diabete, the bad back,
the high blood pressure...

Fake, fake, fake,
all by Dr. Raine Van Aiken.

Which means we've got
the wife for fraud and malpractice,

but as for the murders, we have nothing
that's not circumstantial.

Which makes getting the confession all the more fun.

Do you three have some sort of... thing?

Mm, we're friends.
We share information.

What, like a club?

no.

Not a club.

Got it.

Well, it's just gonna be the two of us.

It's easier to talk.

Good. Your partner's got issues.

haven't met a woman yet who doesn't.

he said we were coming down here
to talk about Walton James.

What's going on?

There have been new developments.

Look, no one is saying
you meant for this thing to happen.

A girl gets crazy over the affair,
situation goes out of control,

I understand.

This is ridiculous.

I mean, I've had a lot of affairs.
I haven't killed them.

You've had a lot of affairs...

but the others weren't about to,
uh, expose your wife.

Expose Raine for what?

You're nuts.

That c from the health department,
it dive-bombed your restaurant profits.

You needed an influx of cash to keep it afloat.

Yeah, my wife helped.
It's not illegal.

Unless, she's stealing from the government

and submitting the false medical claims to do it.

No.

Now right
when your restaurant started to slide,

Raine's clinic instituted
a new program for the homeless.

Register your vitals, get a square meal.

It sounds generous, except...

Raine uses the information
to make fake charts,

and then she bills the government
for services not rendered.

You can't prove that.

Actually,we can. D.A.'s already signed
off on your indictment.

Do-good doctor with no criminal record...

you went way out of your box to get
the money to save your husband's business.

You know what I think?

I think you put up with Miles'cheating
because you love him.

Oh, and this is interesting.

You and Theresa didn't happen to meet.

No, Theresa was investigating your wife,

but she couldn't get anywhere
because Raine's too careful.

So Theresa showed up at your restaurant
and made sure,

one thing, as they say, led to another.

She used you to get
to Raine's home computer files.

It's all in her notebooks.

And when you found out, well,
you had to kill her.

You didn't have a choice.
No.

And that poor sucker Walton,
well, you knocked him out...

probably with drugs you stole
from your wife's office...

and you strung him up like a side of beef.

Now we've got a search warrant.
We're gonna find the gun.

This isn't fair.
You have to stop.

Two people are dead.
We can't stop.

Someone has to pay.
It's only a matter of time.

- No.
- Two murders, both premeditated.

At's special circumstances.

That's death penalty, Miles.

Stop.

I'll tell you.

Okay, Jacobi, take a breather.

First I thought it was just another affair,

so I followed her, like always.

I watched her walk into my house
... with my husband.

She found everything.

She would've destroyed our careers,
our lives.

I had to protect us.

It took a few days, but...

I got a gun.

Miles didn't know...

about any of it.

How did you get
Walton to write the confession?

I held a gun to his head...

but it didn't work.

So I held a gun to the dog's head.

He wrote what I wanted, word for word.

So you stole for him.

You killed for him.

Ultimately, you confessed for him.

If it weren't so utterly evil, it'd almost be poetic.

Here's the thing...
I don't need to talk.

Because...

showing up at work to find

your ex-husband is your new boss,
isn't a big deal?

- Were you watching me?
- You were good.

So good you make me doubt how good I am.

Guess I'm gonna have to get
used to that all over again.

I don't suppose you ever cheated on me.

You really need an answer?

No.

Look, linz, we were married.
That comes with stuff.

Good stuff, bad stuff, but stuff,

and we can not talk about it,
but it's there.

Works for me.

At least you're predictable.

Okay, the not talking
when we were married,

that's totally different
than the not talking now.

It is.

I avoided the talks back then because,
according to Claire,

I... I was scared
of being in love with you.

Now?

Well, now I... I'm not in love with you,
so there's simply no need.

Okay.

Look, uh...

never mind what I was gonna say.
It's, uh, it's irrelevant.

Okay.

What's irrelevant?

Just...

I'm getting married.

- Is she a cop?
- Kindergarten teacher.

Her name is Heather.

That's great.

That's great.

Congratulations...

lieutenant.

Hi, baby.

Dad ordered pizza.

So I see.

So can I get a kiss?

- We're eating.
- She wasn't talking to you.

I brought beer.

And...

Does this mean...

This means.

Boxer.

Rojas was on call,
but I reassigned the case to you.

Lindsay.

It's bad.

Kiss me not.

He's back.

we'll get him.

This time we'll stop him.