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Just, just switch 'em around.

No, I-I am. Okay.

Jack? Line four, same guy.

- Right, yeah, all right. - Let's do it.

- Give the address. - You know,

we're gonna interview you.

Who is it?

- Kelly.

- Oh God, what a pain in the ass.

No. Oh, no, not you.

Ah, this reporter here, she -

- I'm not going away this time, Hopper.

- She keeps bugging me about- - Reporting.

That is what you hired me for, Hopper.

I'm not a socialite and I refuse

to go to one more charity function, you got it?

- Um, I'll have to, uh, call you back. Mm?

Yeah, tonight. Bye.

All right, general, you got your prisoner.

- No, I think I'm the prisoner around here.

- Oh, I'd hardly say that you were the prisoner.

I mean, you have one of the best beats

of any reporter on the news.

I'd trade places with you anytime.

- Done.

- You think what I do is so easy, huh?

I mean, dealing with the liable threats

and the temperamental reporters.

- Meaning me, right?

- Meaning mainly you.

At least the others know about paying their dues.

You don't jump into this investigative stuff.

You have to wait your turn.

- That's all I do is wait my turn.

And every time another spot comes up,

you say, "Next time, Kelly."

Well, I got news for you, Hopper.

Next time is now.

- Ah, let me give you some advice, Kelly.

Never shout at a man

who's trying to recover from a hangover,

especially when you're begging a favor.

- I'm not begging, I'm demanding what I've earned.

- I think you're demanding to get fired.

- Oh, wrong.

This is how I demand to get fired.

- Demand accepted, Kelly!

- Hey. - Hey, girl.

- What's up? - Hi.

Same shit, different day.

- Hey, girls.

Like my new coat?

- Do you know how many animals had to die

for you to get that coat?

- Do you know how many animals I had to fuck

to get this coat?

- She does it for me.

- Well, what doesn't do it for you?

- Why is it that anything worth having in life

someone's always trying to take it away?

Fur coats, driving fast on the freeways,

sex without condoms.

- Drugs.

- Why, Sherilyn, are you implying that I do drugs?

- All right, guys, this is the last time tonight

to show Whitney just how much we appreciate her.

Come on, everyone, give her a big hand, let's go.

And now for that top flight

for the tight super queen dance machine, Lola.

Come on, Lola!

- And where are you going?

- Art gave me the rest of the night off.

- Hm, I guess he'll do anything to help keep you straight.

- Art, help? We must be talking about two different Arts.

- Just like there's two different Whitneys?

- Listen, darling, don't say I didn't warn you.

If you can't handle the thorns, stay out of the bush.

- So where are you and your boyfriend going tonight?

- I don't know yet, but I know one thing.

Don't wait up.

- Shit!

- Hey, I'm not gonna make a habit of this.

- She's really seeing a guy tonight, huh?

So maybe there's like hope for me now.

- Well, I guess if the Berlin Wall can come down,

anything's possible.

No! No!

Hello, Southern California,

it's 8:05 in the AM.

I'm Don Elliot and you're listening to the Don Patrol.

Here's what's happening in the Southland this morning.

A major oil spill is clogging

one of our prime beach resorts.

The subway system is in financial trouble again.

And another stripper has been found murdered

in the downtown area.

We'll cover all these stories and more for ya

at 20 after the hour.

- Peace.

- On what terms?

- You get your old job back

as long as you promise me no more headaches.

Sound good?

- You know this article?

- Of course.

And this one? We ran it.

- Mm-hmm.

About a month ago, I remember this.

- Same basic story, stripper leaves club,

somebody slices her open.

- So? - So, if this really is

the start of a, a maniac spree,

we could have a chance at one hell of a scoop.

- Oh, that's very good, Kelly.

I like how you think.

- So when do I start?

- Who said anything about starting?

- You asked my terms, I'm giving them.

- All right, you win the battle,

but tomorrow we'll see how the war goes.

- Hey. C note and you ain't taking it?

- Nobody gives those without wanting something back.

- A drink, is that too much to ask?

- These days it is.

- Yeah, that's great, but what you don't understand

is that I'm trying to run a business here.

- You know, you are one heartless son of a bitch.

You really expect Jodie to be here tonight?

Whitney is dead, for Christ's sake.

- And that's her problem.

All I know is that I am short two girls tonight as it is

and I'm getting zero cooperation from the three I got.

- Hey, Art, I got a reporter on the phone.

- Oh, come on, how many times I gotta tell you?

No reporters at no time.

Jesus, now where were we?

- Oh, you were saying how lucky you are

to have all of us working for you tonight.

- Luck, okay, you call that lucky?

- Well, if that's the way you feel.

- You got a stage out there.

Um, yeah, Sherilyn, yeah, yeah,

I am very lucky to have you here.

Both of you, really.

- Well, you don't act like it.

- I don't? - No.

- Well.

Bonuses? For both of you, huh?

I mean, please, just don't leave me empty-handed tonight.

So, Kelly, what do you got?

The Bottoms Up Club is having an amateur contest.

And?

The winner gets a full-time job.

- What are you gonna do, strip?

- Exactly.

I'm willing to do it to get the story.

- What about the guys upstairs?

- Who says they have to know?

Come on, Richard, it'll be our little secret.

- I think it's a terrific idea.

- You do? - Aren't you happy?

- Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, it was my idea, wasn't it?

- It sure was.

- So what do you think?

- You know what I think?

I think he's letting you do this

just so he can check you out.

- Yeah, I wouldn't put it past him.

- Yeah, me neither.

The man's an animal.

- No, he drinks too much to be an animal.

- No, he drinks to cool his animal instincts.

I've been working for him for five years,

I know what I'm talking about.

No. That looks great.

- What do you think?

- Well, we'll know any second now.

- It's a nice place, huh?

- You like it? I like it.

And that was Laura, folks.

Let's hear it for Laura.

- All right, Laura, right, okay.

- That's right, folks, the women here are competing

from all walks of life for cash prizes

and maybe even a nightly spot here at Bottoms Up.

Now, for the sixth and final contestant of the evening.

Let's give a real Bottoms Up welcome

for the lovely,

I hope I'm pronouncing this right, Dominique!

- Oh!

- Hey, Dominique!

All right, Dominique.

- Jesus, she's a corpse.

Get on the mic and try to liven this thing up.

- Don't think this is the plan, folks.

You've heard of, uh, minimalist art and music?

Well, this is minimalist dancing.

- The only thing's that gonna save her now

is a great set of tits.

- Not bad.

- Come on, you guys!

Let's hear it for Dominique!

Dominique, Dominique, Dominique, Dominique!

- Please, don't let her win.

- So you think I got the job?

- Well, maybe, but I'd think twice before taking it.

- What, you don't like it here?

- No, I like it fine, if I could forget the fact

that there's some nut out there.

- Some nut out there?

What? What are you talking about?

- The prize money?

Oh no, no, you see, the prize money

becomes your initiation fee if you wanna work here.

But now you tell me you don't wanna work here so, gee,

I don't know what to tell you except, uh, so long.

Have fun in college.

- Look, honey, what did you say your name is again?

- Dominique.

- Yeah, right.

Look, I'm gonna be real straightforward with you.

Two of our girls have been whacked in the last few weeks.

- Whacked?

- Whacked, you know, hit, killed.

- Jesus, no kidding.

- Uh, Sunny, Sheril,

why don't you girls go powder your noses?

- Our noses don't need powdering.

My ass could use a spit shine though.

- Hi.

I'm gonna be right up-front with you.

Even though you came in first on the applause meter,

you're third on my list.

But the other girls are looking for the prize money,

not a job.

- Well, I hope I didn't lower your standards too far.

- No, that's got nothing to do with it.

You're fine in that department.

But you move like a zombie on stage

and you're too fucking modest.

- Oh, oh, I see.

- Before I take you on, three things.

No talk about club business, always work your shift,

and get here nice and early tomorrow,

and try to get the lead out of your feet, understood?

- Understood.

- Hi. - Hi.

Listen, uh, do you like this music

'cause I can change it if you want?

- No, no, it's fine.

- You know um, I really pulled for you to get this job.

I said to Art, I said, "Art, this girl's got potential."

- Well, thanks. - Yeah.

- That's really nice.

- Mm, I got a lot of influence around here.

I mean, you ask any of the girls.

When Whitney first came here, I said-

- Whitney? - Yeah.

She doesn't work here anymore.

- Did you know Whitney very well?

Well, not as well as I would have liked to have.

- Hm, she wouldn't go out with you, huh?

- Yeah, well, it wasn't just me.

I mean, it's guys in general.

At least, most of the time.

- How did the other girls feel about that?

- Hell, it didn't bother them.

I mean, Jodie was her lover.

You don't know Jodie, do you?

- No, I haven't had the privilege.

- Didn't waste any time replacing her, did he?

- You must be Jodie.

- Hm, didn't waste any time filling you in either.

- I'm Dominique.

- As in, uh, Dominatrix?

- If that's what you're in to.

- I wasn't, but I might start now.

- Jesus, she's stoned out of her mind.

- Well, how many times have I warned her about that shit?

Oh, look at that.

- Woo! Oh!

Oh!

- Oh, Jesus H. Christ.

- Make light of it, sonny.

- Whoops, gotta check the liability insurance on that one.

- Get her outta here.

Here, have a cigar.

What are you drinking?

Get her out!

- Beer. - Beer. Beer right here.

Get her out.

- If you want, I'll come out and watch you.

Give you some pointers.

- That'd be nice.

- Dominique? Get out there!

Sunny. Sunny, I , I'm gonna have to let you go.

Now, I-I just can't accept this anymore.

- Look, she'll be all right.

- No, no.

Now, Sunny, I want you out and I want you out now.

- Look, Art, I'm gonna get clean.

Now, I got the number for that pla-

- No. I'm sorry.

- Fuck!

- There goes Jodie, sniffing out the new meat.

- She always outguns you, doesn't she?

Gee, that must feel really bad, huh,

being outgunned by a girl?

- So, you like it?

eh, like it, I love it.

- Well, uh.

You definitely got the bod.

Even if you ain't got all the moves, but they'll come.

In time. Maybe with a little help.

- Are you offering?

- If you're taking.

- Hello. Dominique.

I just wanted to say I enjoyed your routine.

- Thank you.

- Can I buy you girls a drink?

- Actually, we were right in the middle of something.

- Later then.

- We're gonna be in the middle of something

for the rest of the night.

- Some other time. - Mm-hmm.

- Enjoy your evening.

- Well, go on, call him back.

That is what you wanted to do, isn't it?

- No, not at all.

- If we're gonna get along at all, don't lie to me.

I hate liars.

- Damn.

- Taxi!

Taxi, wait!

This just ain't my night.

- Hi ya doing, Henry?

Doing a little shopping?

You'll be pleased to know

we picked up a few new manufactures.

Oh, yeah.

Watch this.

Ouch, shoot.

All right, so you're better than me.

Come on, you better give it back.

- Hey, what are you doing back here?

Get the hell out of here.

- Hey, hey, what's your hurry, man?

I got stereos, I got watches, I got VCRs, and I deliver!

Um, awfully sorry, ma'am,

I was, uh, looking for the toilet.

- Yeah, well, it's back that way.

And while you're at it, fall in.

- I'll do that.

- All right, god damn it, where are you?

I'm not fucking around.

Oh my, somebody, help, please!

Oh god, help me!

Please, please!

Oh, God!

No, don't. No!

- Whoever it is, it better be good.

- It's Hopper.

There's been another murder.

- When?

- Sometime early this morning.

Look, I won't say it again.

Walk away, now.

- Just give me the address.

2460 Main.

- Mademoiselle Dominique?

How good to see you again.

Since when do strippers walk around with tape recorders?

- Since when do perverts walk around

wearing detective badges?

All the time.

- So you've blown my cover.

- True, but you weren't wearing much of a cover

to begin with.

I want that early and set on my desk.

- I'm glad to see the police

are finally involved in this thing.

- We've been involved all along,

just couldn't get any cooperation

from the guys at the club.

- Yeah, sounds familiar.

- Speaking of familiar, I'm Detective Shaughnessy.

Matt to my friends.

- Kelly Crosby.

I'll take you up on that drink now.

So how did he kill her, same method?

- He, now, if I'd said that,

you'd accuse me of being sexist.

- Yeah, and then I'd wait for you to answer the question.

- Same method. My turn.

I got my eye on this guy at the club.

He sits up front, he's there all the time.

Tall, skinny, glasses with deep-set eyes.

What's the word on him?

I don't know.

I try not to catch any eyes when I'm up there.

- You caught mine.

- You just happened to be where I was looking.

- Lucky me.

This guy I'm talking about,

was sneaking around backstage last night.

He was also out back later,

shopping with one of our local mobile entrepreneurs.

- Shopping for what?

- He bought a knife, at least I think he did.

So, Kelly, you don't know anything about the customers.

So what about the girls?

- You know the girl I was with last night?

- Oh, Ms. Manners?

- Yeah, she was lovers with the last girl

who was killed and very possessive.

So I was thinking

that maybe she wanted to kill her girlfriend

and the other girls were just-

- Camouflage.

- Exactly.

- It's promising.

Anyone else?

- Well, there's the DJ, Dermot.

He gets turned down a lot and doesn't take it too well.

- Mm.

And all this after only two days, I'm impressed.

You're something.

You're up there, taking your clothes off just for a story.

Lady, you got balls.

- It's a bitch keeping 'em hidden on stage.

- Well, it's not my fault.

- As far as I'm concerned,

you coulda just killed Sunny yourself,

sending her out in that condition.

You practically set her up, Art.

- Hey, is it my fault the girl's a junkie?

- What's that supposed to mean, she deserved to die?

- Don't be ridiculous.

I mean, unless there's a two-drink minimum

down at the morgue, I have a vested interest

in you girls staying alive.

Jodie! Oh, look at that!

- See you guys tomorrow.

Wait, hold on a minute.

I'll tell you who I think it is.

- Oh god, who now?

- Henry.

- Who's Henry?

- Some dick-less prick who comes in all the time.

Never says anything, never tips.

He just drools.

- Is he that really pale guy with the deep-set eyes,

sort of unshaven?

- Yeah, he kinda looks like a piece of toe cheese.

- That's being generous.

- Bye.

Oh yeah!

Yeah, come on, come on, yeah!

- Dominique in back? - Uh, yeah.

- The very sexy Ms. Jodie, gentlemen.

Who are you? What do you want?

Daddy's here!

- All right now, whore.

You just hold still and be real, real quiet.

Now, where's your money?

- Here, take my money.

- Let's do her, man.

- Leave me alone.

- You know, we just came for your cash,

but you're just a sweet little peach,

I may have to rub your fuzz.

Ow, bitch!

Fuck! - Hey!

- Get him, man! - Come on, man, hey.

- Leave him alone! - Get him, man!

- Get off me! - Go get him, go get him!

Get him, get him!

Aw, fuck yeah, buddy!

What're you gonna do?

Bitch!

Ah! Ah!

- You all right?

- Yeah. - Okay, come on, let's go.

eh god, all I wanted was a blow job.

- Okay? - Yeah.

- All right. Nice neighborhood, huh?

Hey.

- Come on, you stupid bitch,

you killed Whitney, didn't you, didn't you?

- Jodie, stop it, you got it all wrong.

Listen to me!

- I've seen him sneaking around back there.

- He's a friend of mine.

A couple of guys just tried to attack me.

I could be dead right now if it wasn't for him.

- Some friend, some fucking friend!

Jodie, come on! Come on!

- Are you all right?

- I'll live.

Why would she think you're the killer?

- Because I'm sneaking around back here, just like she said.

I had something to ask you and it couldn't wait.

We had a witness come in today

who saw somebody hanging around down in the alley

just before Sunny got hit.

It was too dark to see anything,

so we don't have a positive ID.

- No description, how's that worth anything?

- I went back there.

I found a cigar butt.

Now, who do we know beside friend Jodie

who smokes cigars?

- Art.

- Can I use the phone in your office?

- My private office?

Now, why do you think I go to the time and trouble

of putting a payphone backstage?

- It's very personal, I need my privacy.

- It's always something with these broads, isn't it?

All right, five minutes, keep it local.

- I'll leave a quarter.

Apparently we got two different ideas

of five minutes.

- I just need one more minute, all right?

- Art, Art. - Oh, baby.

Art.

More, more. - What the fuck?

- Hi, hon, what's for dinner?

- Your ass, bitch.

- Hey, hey, hey, Jodie, wait.

- In my own house. - Jodie.

In my own fucking bed, I outta kill you!

You know that? - Hey!

- Well, then go ahead and do it.

I'm getting tired of your empty fucking threats.

- Son of a bitch.

- So what do you think?

- Well, I'm glad to see I'm not the only person

who gets stomped by Jodie.

- You're gonna get stomped by me in about one second.

- I accept all challengers.

- So what can I get you, a beer?

- Yeah, you read my mind.

So I was thinking it might be time

to reactivate the camouflage theory.

- What, you mean Jodie's our man?

Well, she's sure not shy on motive.

Find anything interesting?

- Kelly, um.

I was just wondering if there was a guy in your life.

- No. The answer's no.

There was up until about six months ago,

but since then nothing.

And you?

- Nothing serious.

- So you wanna hear my big idea?

- Fire away.

- I was thinking I'd try to lure Jodie back here tonight

after work.

You can find out where she lives and search her apartment.

- Kelly, you just said it yourself,

that girl may be a potential serial killer.

I cannot let you take the chance of being alone with her.

- I won't be.

I swear to you, Matt, I won't be alone with her

for one minute.

- It's times like this I know I got the right job.

Let's hear it for Mademoiselle Dominique.

- Well, well, well, how did you get so good so fast, huh?

Talent. Boy, you got really nice talent.

- You know, you're never gonna reel her in like that, Art.

You gotta find a new line.

Don't mind her, honey, she's just jealous

'cause she can hear a raise coming and not in her direction.

- A raise?

- Mm-hmm, that's right.

And I wouldn't be surprised

if there were a few more to follow.

- You know, he really isn't half bad.

- Yeah, he's pretty good as far as lechers go.

- Who, him? Eh, come on.

- Are you kidding me?

That guy is so horny he'd screw the Venetian blinds.

- I know exactly how he feels.

- Do you now?

So you know this guy Henry?

Unfortunately.

- No, actually they were saying he might be the killer.

- Henry? Hardly.

- Why do you say that?

- 'Cause he's got no balls.

You know, uh, you may find this hard to believe,

but I'm pretty hip to men.

My old man was a maniac

and I got to know that look pretty good.

- And Henry hasn't got it?

- No way.

Henry's a loser, not a killer.

So Dermot is standing there with his pants down to his knees

and I look down and I said,

"That wouldn't even floss my teeth."

I thought he was gonna die.

How'd you get in here?

- Well, I got a key, remember.

- Well, you didn't say anything about dropping by.

- Well, I was afraid you wouldn't let me in.

I really had to see ya tonight.

This whole thing is driving me crazy.

- Jodie, I'm sorry, this is my ex-boyfriend.

- Ex? I didn't know I was officially an ex yet.

- Look, um, I gotta go.

You wanna walk me out? - Yeah.

Jodie, I'm sorry,

I had no idea he was gonna be here.

- Look, come home with me now.

- Oh, honey, I can't just leave him here.

- Get rid of that guy, I know him.

- What?

- He was the guy Whitney was seeing

the night she was killed.

- Are you sure?

- I am absolutely positive.

Come with me.

Honey, did you rearrange the kitchen?

I can't find a beer.

I see.

You'd rather be alone with a killer than a dyke?

Fine, suit yourself.

- I sure scared her off.

- Yeah, you sure did.

- Police. Freeze.

I don't know how you could stand it, Kelly.

Hanging out with trash like that.

- Jodie's not so bad.

- I know the type.

I was working on a beat in Atlanta a couple years ago.

Doing a cover story on strippers.

They're all the same.

- You ever date any of 'em?

What, you spying on me?

Yeah, I went out with a couple of 'em.

- Look, Richard, I'm really tired.

I think I just need to get some sleep.

- Right.

You working girls need your beauty rest.

- Yeah.

- Aren't you gonna give your boyfriend a good night kiss?

Richard, you're my ex-boyfriend, remember?

- And exes don't have the same privileges?

- Sorry.

- Well, you can't blame a guy for trying, huh?

- Good morning.

You're up early.

Jodie keep you going all night long?

- Yeah, and we have it all on tape for you to watch.

- Oh. I didn't mean anything by that.

You making breakfast?

- I don't cook.

- I make a mean piece of toast.

- Come on.

- So I get to Jodie's place last night.

Guess what happens?

Somebody's already beaten me there.

- Who?

- Our friend, the weirdo.

You caught him?

- No, I didn't, but I did get a license plate rundown

and at least we now know who we're looking for.

Henry John Dubrowski.

Now, this guy's got convictions for assault,

attempted rape, and a five-year term for child molestation.

Plus, he skipped out on bail, too.

- That's great.

- Great? It's better than that.

We got an APB out on this guy.

So guess what, you can hang up our G-string.

No more naked dancing.

- Well, I have some real doubts about Henry

being the killer.

Why?

- I-I-I don't know.

I don't, I don't know, I, woman's intuition.

- Yeah, well, I've got a cop's intuition.

You know what it tells me, Kelly?

You're so into this undercover thing,

you don't want it to end.

- Oh no, no, you're trying to end it all to soon.

It is like you're doing all this just to get me to quit.

- Maybe I am.

- Why would you do that?

Kelly, you figure it out.

- Joe, where's Art?

- You know where Art is?

- Yeah, he's in back. - Thanks.

- Just keep the high heels on for the whole thing.

It makes the leg longer, that's what they pay to see.

They can see bare feet at home.

- Hey, Art. - Huh?

- I need the night off tonight, if you don't mind.

- Don't mind?

Hey, what two things did I make you promise me

when I hired you?

You would work all your shifts and you wouldn't quit on me.

- I know, I know, but there's some stuff

I need to take care of, if-

- Look, Dominique, I'm short tonight as it is.

Without you, I only got two girls.

- What two girls, where's Jodie?

- Well, she's a no-show.

- What? - Oh, no,

don't worry about it.

She pulls this every now and then, but you,

I mean, you promised me you wouldn't let me down.

You walk out on me, you lied to me.

- Shit.

- This stereo is 400 bucks, but for you guys, 75.

- I don't think so, come on, let's go.

- Wait, just a second, what else, what else you got, man?

- Hold on, hold on a sec, wait.

Ah.

Huh?

- Yeah, man, is it real?

- It's a genuine Rolodex.

You have my word as a gentleman.

- Oh, a Rolodex, very nice.

Come on, let's go.

- Wait a minute, how much, man?

- Piss off.

- All right, all right.

I know this isn't my territory.

- Shut up, I'm a cop.

- Ah, shit, look, this isn't mine.

I'm just making some deliveries.

- Sure you are, where's Henry?

- Who?

- You need me to shake your brain around some?

Henry, the weirdo, he does knife tricks.

- Oh, Henry, of course.

Buys a lotta stuff from me.

These people would have nothing if it wasn't for me.

No luxuries.

- Okay, Robin Hood, so what does Henry get?

- Oh, a couple of knives.

You know what he pays me for it?

Oh, wait, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Lingerie.

Some poor transvestites eat this shit up.

Discount rate, you know what I mean?

- Where is he?

- Look, I don't know, I'm not his mother.

- Okay, let's take this crap downtown

and run it through the computer.

- Okay, look, I don't know where he lives.

He hangs out at Griffith Park by the playground.

I've done a couple of deals up there.

- Vamos, amigo.

- Why'd you get started in this business?

- It was either that or hooking.

So what about you?

- Me?

- Yeah, why do you do it?

- The power, I guess.

The sense that you're, you're really letting go.

You know what I mean?

- Can I have a word with you, please?

What?

- What do I have to do, spell it out for ya?

I don't want you doing this anymore.

- I know that.

- Then why are you here?

- Because it's my job.

- Oh yeah, and what about me, am I part of the job?

- I don't take my job home with me.

- How many guys does it take

to catch one degenerate?

Very funny.

Look, I'm tired, I-I've been working all night.

Yes, I'll be there.

So how much sleep did we get?

- I don't think we got any.

- I'm sorry I gotta go off so quick.

- You seem to do that a lot.

- I get better after the first night.

Promises, promises.

- You're special, you know that?

- I have like to tell you something.

- What?

- I've been holding out on you.

- I could tell.

- I didn't wanna tell you at first

because I wasn't sure, but now I think I am.

I think I know who the killer is.

- Not Jodie again?

- I forgot all about her.

She never showed up last night.

- If there's one girl who can take care of herself,

it's that one.

Kelly, promise me something.

No more stripping, no more hanging out with strippers.

- No wonder those girls are so screwed-up there.

They're strippers and that makes them whores.

And what am I, a little virgin?

- Well, if you were, you're not one now.

- Go ahead, make a joke out of it.

Doesn't change anything, I still know the way you think.

- Oh yeah? So what am I thinking right now?

That's not too hard.

- I've gotta go.

- Oh. - Yep.

- Jodie?

- Jodie, it's Dominique.

- Hey! Ooh, you look like you just seen a ghost.

- No, a lot worse.

- Well, you won't find him in there.

He hasn't been in the past couple days.

I can't even reach him at home.

Maybe he got lucky.

God, I hope not.

- Hey, Henry, checking out the local motion?

You remember me, don't you?

We met the other night at Jodie's.

I don't believe you met my badge.

- I know why you're looking for me.

- Oh yeah, I'd imagine you do.

Get down on the ground.

- You ain't taking me in.

- Hey, you scrawny mother fuck.

Got a problem hearing?

I said down on the ground.

- You're not taken me in!

- You're quick, Henry, I'll give you that.

Henry J. Dubrowski, are you responsible

for the murder of those strippers?

- You shouldn't have shot me.

Now, you'll never know.

This is Richard Hopper.

If you're hearing this,

it probably means I'm at work or a bar.

By the way, I need your name and number.

Cheers.

- This is Kelly.

Listen, I'm on to you Hopper.

I know what happened in Atlanta

and I know you were seeing Whitney.

Maybe there's a good explanation for this,

so I wanna give you the chance to tell it.

I'm gonna be at the club tonight,

so if you wanna come down and see me there,

you're welcome to.

Otherwise I'm going to the police.

- Can't bring yourself to leave this place, can you?

- Jodie's dead.

- Yeah, I know.

And so is Henry Dubrowski, bagged him this afternoon.

- But he didn't do it.

I told you, Matt, I know who did it.

- Really, who?

- The man I work for.

- Hey, Kelly, relax.

It's over.

I've just come from forensics.

They confirmed Henry is the killer.

- What?

- The blood on his knife matched Whitney's.

- Then I was wrong.

- Oh God, Matt, you don't how happy you just made me.

- Then you got an end to your story.

Come on.

Let's get outta here, okay? - Yeah.

I'll go get my stuff.

Yeah, I know we had a deal,

but I changed my mind.

- Hey. - I don't care

what kind of deal- - Sit.

- What I- - I said, get out.

- Art? Art?

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

Stop it, stop it!

Listen to me, I didn't mean to kill him,

but he said he was gonna blackmail me.

He sent me a tape of Whitney and me.

Listen to me!

He phoned me, he said he wanted money

or he was gonna go to the police.

Now I can't allow that.

Ah!

Kelly, dammit, wait!

- Stop him! - Kelly, get down!

Okay? All right?

- It wasn't Henry.

I told you it wasn't Henry.

- I know.

I know, you were right.

You were right, baby.

Okay.

- Eh no! - All right, all right.

Hey. It's all right.

He's history, okay?

All right.

Okay. Oh, it's over.

What?

Oh, my ring?

I didn't even know the stone was missing.

You have it, don't you?

- It was at Jodie's.

- That sorry bitch.

I didn't kill her, I didn't.

Hey, don't run.

You're only gonna make it worse.

Oh, Kelly.

Just this morning, looking up at your face.

Finally seeing someone who didn't wanna be a whore.

Don't look at me like that.

Henry was gonna take the blame.

But now you've ruined it.

You bitches ruin everything.

- Oh, shit.

Help, stop! Please, stop!

No! No!

Open!

I'm here, Kelly.

No!

No!

No! No!

Go ahead and run, bitch.

It's locked!

I didn't want you to get loose.

- Damn it!

I know you're in there.

- Then come and get me!

Ah!

- No!

No, No! Ah!

No!

- Ow!

- You hurt me.

Now, it's my turn.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

- Goodnight.

- Night.