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Good morning.

How would you like to save a child's life? What child?

Samantha Jo McCreely, for one.

Sammy Jo is a 10 -year -old girl living in Stockton, California, with her mother

and four brothers. She's suffering from a rare form of childhood bone cancer.

Oh, dear Lord, that's a shame. Yes, ma 'am, it is.

I need a break.

The order's off now.

I'll be back at nine. You can go then.

Good morning. How would you like to save a child's life?

He's going to kill me.

God, I'm bleeding.

You've got to hear this.

I don't know.

It's a hoax, right?

My supervisor and all the other guys said it was a hoax.

Someone just screwing with a telemarketer.

Where is everyone?

You sure we got the right floor, Chief?

How could they have packed everything? I was only gone 30 minutes.

What's going on here, Kenny?

Well, the American Childhood Cancer Society doesn't technically actually

Scam charity.

You making money off of sick kids, Kenny? Look, when I answered the ad, I

thought I was going to be selling long distance.

This doesn't exactly help your credibility.

I heard what I heard.

What time did you make the call?

Ten to nine.

Precisely? Yes.

I was getting a break at nine and I was watching the clock.

Closely. I smoke.

You can't smoke inside anymore.

Yeah, yeah, I know that.

You know why you can't smoke inside anymore?

So the people you work with don't get sick.

And die.

Any chance you remember the number you called? No.

But I remember the exchange.

You roll calls one exchange at a time and this one stuck out.

747. Like the plane.

Thanks. And then he said, I'm going to kill you. And then I'm going to go kill

Laura at her doctor's at noon.

Exact words?

Pretty much. Yeah, no more.

And then I think he killed him.

I had the phone company check calls going out of here five minutes, either

of 850, just to be safe.

And in those ten minutes, eleven calls went out to the 747 exchange.

The operator tried them all.

We got one no answer.

We got an address?

Yeah.

You think the phone call was a hoax?

I don't know.

Next time one of those damn telemarketers calls me at dinner time, I

it myself.

Want to look around?

Yeah.

Fearless. No hoax.

Control, Detective Joel Stevens. We have a 187 at 1015 Bendix Avenue.

Detective Robert Smith. That's right.

You just have her call me as soon as she gets in. I just need to speak with her.

All right, thanks.

She's not working this morning.

Well, I'm glad you left your name.

Why?

That's not exactly the kind of call that I want to make.

Vanessa Griggs, your husband is dead.

If that's not enough to ruin your day, it looks like he was killed by the

husband of some woman named Laura that he was nailing.

You got something?

Lady across the street says she saw the Vic drive off in his pickup around nine.

She saw the victim drive off, Ray, or she saw the pickup drive off?

Well, being as he was dead by then, Joel, I guess she saw the pickup.

Well, the shooter could have taken it. Yeah, but why would he leave in someone

else's car?

Tom, can you get a description?

Yes, a blue pickup, Chevy, extended cab. Sometimes it's got pool cleaning

equipment in it, but not this morning. It was empty.

That's what the Vic did. He was a pool cleaner.

We're running the plates at the DMV. All right.

What's up?

Fearless, what is it?

Looks like window glass.

Maybe somebody lost their radio?

Maybe. Not exactly Beverly Hills around here.

Okay, Ray, run these plates in a few. This car belongs to me.

Hey, I got something.

Wilson Minor.

While in child's pose, take three deep, cleansing breaths.

Continuing your breathing, return to downward -facing dog.

In through your nose.

Hey, Laura.

Out through your mouth. Oh, sweetie.

Hey, I'm glad you stopped me. That next pose was brutal.

I saw some guy on my way in.

Oh, yeah, that's Chris. He's the pool man. He's here to fix the filter.

That night?

Well, yeah, he couldn't finish in today, and he said to make sure that the hot

tub was fixed. Now he came by late.

I'm going to take the hot tub.

How was your day?

It's good now.

I don't like the sound of that.

Come here. You sit down, and I'm gonna get you some water, and you tell me all

about that.

Now, what happened?

Nothing. That's just it.

Every day is the same. Here I am putting on my shoes.

Here I am brushing my teeth.

I feel like I'm still...

Waiting for my life to begin.

Well, thanks.

What about me? What about the kids?

I love you.

I love you, too.

I have something I want to show you.

I've been taking this class at the gym with Bertie and Karen and just as a

you know, but it's a blast.

What is it?

I want you to want me.

I need you to need me.

I love you. Love me.

I'm begging you.

Don't you love it?

Yeah.

Don't you worry about the kids, Daddy, because they're fast asleep.

No, you just sit back.

I know that guy wasn't here to fix the pool. I know he's your boyfriend.

You didn't have to hit him.

Yeah, I did.

Say it. What, baby?

About all those men.

There they are, watching my breath, my act.

And you're the only one.

And I'm going to put her lights out, too.

And I'm going to put her lights out, too.

I'm David McNorris.

I'm the deputy district attorney. The police ask...

Hello,

wife of mine.

No, no, no, no. I'm never too busy to talk to you.

You know where?

Oh, no, no. I didn't go to the club today. Remember I told you I was going

try that new gym on Melrose? The one with the glass brick walls in front of

shower so people can kind of peek in from the...

Are you kidding me? I stopped traffic.

Look, honey, I'm in the middle of this thing with the police. They asked me for

a little advice on this case, so... Yeah.

Okay. Yeah.

Let me tell you why I'm here.

The police asked me if there were any legal reason I could find to compel you

help them. Trouble is, I couldn't find a reason. That's exactly what I told

them. And they could get you a search warrant.

A search warrant? A search what? My brain?

I have nothing written down. Even then it would be too late when the guy's

wife's going to be dead in what?

An hour and a half? Look, I don't want any harm to come to anyone.

But my business depends upon discretion.

Who attends my parties must remain my secret.

All right.

I'm out of business. No, no, I understand your position. I really do. I

now I want you to understand mine.

As I was saying, the police think I'm in here working up some kind of legal

strategy to force you to give them the information that they need, but that's

not why I'm here.

The reason I am here is because I'm going to ask you a favor.

Look, I wish I could.

I think you're going to want to hear this.

As a kid, growing up in Dorchester, Massachusetts, it's this tough little

just outside Boston, my father had the title of Supervisor of Public Works.

That's not what he did.

Want to know what he did?

He fixed things.

People of power needed things to be done. They called old Jackie Boy, and

tell you, he got things done.

Now, my father taught me lots of things, lots of...

things. One of the things he did teach me was how to hurt someone without

leaving any bruises.

I'm talking excruciating pain without leaving any marks. You know how he did

He went for the internal organs.

Let me show you how he did it.

If you don't mind, could you hold this for me?

Thanks. See, what he'd do is if you want to go for the spleen, you see, right

underneath the rib cage.

Or then maybe you want to go for the liver.

One of my favorite ones, because believe me, I know, was going for the kidney.

Kidney shot and you're pissed in blood for a month.

So the favor I'm going to ask you is really quite simple.

Don't help the police.

Don't tell them who was at your party last night.

Don't help them stop a guy from killing his wife. Just don't, because let me

tell you, I'm not in a good mood today.

And there's nothing I'd rather do than beat that supercilious look off of your

face.

You got me?

Now he's gonna kill her at noon.

You had me leave work and meet you here to tell me this?

Good story. I always thought you wanted it.

You could have told me on the phone.

I wanted to see you.

Twice in one day.

Not like that.

Marion came by the club this morning looking for me.

You weren't at the club this morning.

Really? Where was I?

Does she suspect?

No.

What would she do if she found out?

She, uh... Is she like this jealous husband? Would she come over here and

me? Come on.

I'm serious, David. What would she do if she found out? And what are the point?

What would you do?

You don't want to have the conversation today.

What conversation did you want, David?

You know what I've been thinking about all day today?

My dad.

I used to think about when we used to drive around town and let me sit in the

car while he'd walk upstairs and talk to a guy.

But years later, I found out it wasn't just guys he was talking to. It was the

widow Dooley. It was Sharon Flanagan.

Probably half a dozen others.

So the thing that's really burning me is this.

Other than a nicer suit, am I just like him?

I don't know.

Are you?

Is there more than the Widow Flanagan in your life?

Duly.

No.

You know what you should have done?

You should have gone to the gym.

Did a few rounds of Sharky.

Have him beat my ass.

Hey,

Helen.

What channel?

The driver of the pickup is Wilson Minor.

He's currently the main suspect.

I can be in the car in two seconds.

Bye.

I gotta go.

I'm doing a piece on police chases and I want to get reactions from people on

the ground.

Blue pickup truck.

Jealous husband. The guy the cops are looking for.

Go get him.

There they are.

Tell them.

Roll one, Frank, 49. We have joined the pursuit of the Bendix homicide suspect.

Please notify the WC that as the primary unit in the original crime scene, we

request to take over the pursuit.

One, Frank, 49. Roger that. They're going to love us.

Oh, Taylor and Ed, they take that mall collar from us last week. What goes

around comes around. One, Frank, 49. Be advised, the WC says you are now

primary. Roll one, Frank, 49.

Roger.

Wave to the little people, Donna.

This guy Wilson, what is he thinking?

He's not getting away.

They never get away.

Best possible outcome is we cup him hard and hit him over the head with our

stick. That's the best possible outcome.

Hey, Charlene.

Well, who do you think it is? Joe Paldufus.

That's what you call me, Charlene.

Hey, before I forget, how's Stanley?

Are you selling a lot of soap these days?

Oh, that really must be so exciting for you.

Unless, of course, you're banging somebody else behind his back.

Are you?

You are known for that, Charlene.

Excuse me. I'm with the Tribune. May I ask you some questions? About what?

About what it is that you're doing out here?

Sure.

Okay. What are you doing out here? I just wanted to let you know that this

useless, dog -turd ex -boyfriend is about to do something useful.

Just turn on your TV. You'll find out what Charlene... Turn on your TV!

And what do you think about it? I think he's crazy.

Doesn't he know they're going to get him?

He's never watched TV.

Did he come by already?

Uh, no.

Oh, of course not. Why else would everybody be standing here? Well, they

by. We were just, like, staring at the street. God, I'm such an idiot.

You got a chestnut thing?

Yeah. It's trick -or -treating.

Oh, is that what that is?

Yeah. I just want to stick them out of the trash.

Hey, wouldn't it be cool if, because I hit my head and everything, I could see

the future from now on?

Yeah, actually, that would be cool.

Whiz back.

Get out of the street.

Nice work, Keanu.

One Frank 49 controls a WC request that you make an attempt to stop suspect

vehicle as soon as possible.

One Frank 49, roger.

You just love this car, don't you? I'm kidding. What's not to love?

A grown man getting paid to run a bad guy off the road.

No answer at Wilson's house.

Look at this.

Someone tore a page out of it. They tore this month off the calendar.

I've got something.

Can you see that?

$1 ,000 to Christopher Grigg.

Dated yesterday.

From who?

Ivan Vronsky Productions.

Let's go find Ivan.

There are stains on the throw rug in the upstairs bathroom.

I'm sure there are.

What are they?

What do you think?

Disgusting.

Yes?

LAPD?

What do you want?

It's probably about the snuff film we shot in the basement.

Wait till you see those stains.

What?

I'm kidding. I'm just kidding.

The detectives know I'm kidding, don't you? Yeah.

Yeah, looks like you had some party here last night.

Jared, it's Ivan.

How are you?

Well, I'm here at the Bowlesby house, and two detectives from the LAPD have

to visit.

Yes.

My lawyer might have a word.

We don't want to speak to him.

Yes.

Okay.

Well, I can assure you that the party was fully permitted. All my parties are,

and scrupulous in that regard.

We've had people around here try to shut us down on dozens of occasions, and

each time I've come out smelling like a rose.

Excuse me. So what exactly happens at your parties? I provide the very best in

exotic dancing entertainment for a select clientele. Private strip shows

rich people.

I'm very to the point.

Lest you concern yourselves, there are no drugs, the girls are all over 21, and

there's no sex.

There's the illusion of sex.

The promise of sex.

Sex is in the very air.

No sex.

We need to know who was at your party last night.

I'm afraid I can't help you with that.

Ah, one of them does want to talk to you.

Yes. You can tell your client we're not here about permits.

We're here because someone who came to his party last night was murdered this

morning. And if we don't find the murderer within two hours, your client

going to be facing obstruction, interfering with an official

aiding in the commission of a homicide.

Have you got him a permit for any of that?

Yeah. My lawyer says to get a warrant. Listen to me, you son of a bitch. A

is going to be murdered.

No, no, no, no, no, no. You want to play hardball? We got a lawyer in our

pocket, too, Chief.

Detective Robert Smith put me through.

It's all yours, fellas.

So what'd you say to him? I'll let you say I asked him for a favor.

Was he here last night?

Wilson? Yeah.

He's one of my most valued customers. He's been coming for months.

Is his wife here with him?

His wife?

Yeah.

We have reason to believe Wilson saw someone leave here last night with his

wife. Wilson isn't married, at least not in real life.

Wilson is a very wealthy man. He's one of those horrible dot -comers who got

at the right time.

At any rate, as a very wealthy man, he can afford anything he wants, and he

wanted it.

Yeah. What the hell is this?

Happily wedded bliss.

He had this whole yummy mummy fantasy.

Hot wife, yoga turning into a show.

Paid well for it.

He and one of the dancers, Vanessa, would role play.

Vanessa Griggs?

Yes. Who he referred to as his wife, as Laura.

Vanessa and her husband Chris were here last night with Wilson?

Yes. What happened last night?

I heard a whistle.

A whistle?

If one of the dancers needs help in one of the private rooms, they go... Vanessa

was in trouble? She needed help?

Apparently Wilson touched her.

They're not allowed to touch ever. It's a cardinal rule, so Chris and Vanessa

left. I didn't think it was a big deal.

But it was.

Sometimes these wealthy men, these wealthy, lonely men, develop such a

one dancer that they do something really stupid.

More stupid even than touching.

They fall in love.

Take the Smith.

I think we just found Wilson.

What?

What you're seeing on your screen now is the police... This is a pickup. Suspect

in the Bendix Avenue shooting. Oh.

Suspect appears to be heading southbound. However, he is... How did

about that doctor's appointment?

It will tend to one. It was on that missing calendar page.

Yes. This is Detective Smith again. Would anyone there know which doctor

Griggs goes to see?

I'll hold.

That call's getting better and better.

Vanessa Griggs, we have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is your

husband was murdered by some guy that you danced for, and now he wants to kill

you, too.

The good news is he's also the guy in the car chase on TV.

Wilson!

In a moment?

No.

My name is Luis Baldorizo. It's not Wilson. I'm trying to get to Santa

Stop, Wilson!

Get on the ground now! I'm trying to find my girlfriend's vizenda. Do it now!

Dr. Riga's office. 3 -3 to control.

It's Detective Robert Smith.

Contact the units at Dr. Riga's office. Yes, go for you a few minutes ago.

There's been a development. Suspect Wilson Minor is still at large.

Get out of here!

LAPD! Go! There's a man with a gun!

Vanessa Griggs in there? Yes.

Wouldn't it be cool if I could see the future from now on?

Yeah, I swear that would be cool.

Down on the ground!

Do it now!

Down on the ground with your arms to your sides!

My name is Luis Baldorizo. It's not Wilson.

It's not Wilson!

Obey them now!

I'm trying to get to Santa Monica. I'm trying to find my girlfriend Giselda.

Yeah, you got hit by one of these.

It's a beanbag.

So, Luis Valderrito, tell me about your girlfriend, Griselda.

She was the love of my life.

A year ago, she came north with her sister.

We wrote letters, but they became more infrequent.

So six months ago, I followed her.

She already had a new life here.

Okay, now tell me how you ended up in the truck.

I heard yesterday Griselda was getting married.

I tried to put it out of my mind, but I couldn't. And the truck?

See, that's the thing.

That's why I thought I was on a mission from God or something.

Because there it was.

The door was open, the key was in the ignition, the engine was running, so I

in.

Off I went.

Of course, it wasn't long after I began driving.

The court started to question the whole mission from God thing.

One

thing

I do not understand.

What's that?

I know I stole the truck.

My mission from God notwithstanding.

But why were there so many police chasing me?

It's not like I killed someone.

Whose truck did I steal?

That's it.

Make sure I get every last friggin' leaf.

I'll go inside.

Go on.

Go inside so I can piss in your...

Want a little bit of ha, ha, and a little bit of... If

you have any more questions, go.

No, be there.

I need you to get up.

What happened?

He touched me.

I didn't.

I did, but... You touched her. Wayne just touched my foot.

I just... You know you can never touch, right? You know that.

It was a mistake.

I just... You're a great customer, okay? So I hate to say that.

That's it.

What do you mean? You broke the rules. It's over.

Come on. Come on. Chris, no. Chris, Chris, no.

Laura. Vanessa.

What do you want? Vanessa.

Wilson, I said it is over.

You let her answer for herself? What are you, her pimp?

Chris!

Chris!

You didn't have to hit him.

Yeah, I did.

You think I want to lose him as a customer?

What's he doing touching your foot anyway?

I don't know.

Faith. Come on, baby.

You know.

Talk about it tonight, okay?

You followed us?

Creepy little freak, you followed us?

Good morning. How would you like to save a child?

He's going to kill me.

Freak show. She thinks you're a joke.

How about that? Is that a joke?

I know that guy didn't come here to fix the pool. I know he's your boyfriend.

He's really a boyfriend when I have a husband like you. Forget that. Forget

that fantasy stuff.

Is he your boyfriend?

Why? Is he?

No.

Will you be my wife?

Wilson,

that's very sweet.

No, it's not sweet. I'm serious. I want to marry you.

No, Wilson, you don't want to marry me. I'm a dancer.

I can see your heart.

Sweetie, you've seen more than my heart.

But it's your heart I fell in love with.

I'm an actor playing a part.

I could be Myth Queen Bitch USA.

But you're not, are you?

Look, thanks, but I'm already married.

But you said that... I said he wasn't my boyfriend.

I'm sorry.

No.

You can't be married.

No way.

What kind of husband would let you do this?

Wilson, I'm flattered by your offer, but I cannot accept.

And I don't want to discuss this any further, okay?

No, I'll take you away from this.

Let go.

I'm begging you. Let go.

Wilson. You won't have to do this anymore.

Let go.

Say it.

What, baby?

You know.

About all those men watching me?

There they are watching my breasts.

You're the only one.

The only one that gets to touch.

Yeah, you like that?

I just don't want to do it anymore.

Is it because of what happened to that Wilson guy last night?

Oh, no. That poor guy.

Poor guy.

Look, sweetie.

I'm going to start showing in a few weeks anyway.

Let's just talk about this tonight, okay?

Okay.

Hi, I'm Vanessa Briggs. Oh, yes, yes, Mrs. Briggs.

Dr. Brigger would like you to wait in an exam.

Wait, wait. Wilson.

We gotta go.

What are you doing here?

We gotta go now. We gotta go to the airport.

You better leave, Wilson. I'll explain later. Sir, I believe the lady asked you

to leave.

Hey, how about you leave instead?

Okay, look.

I had a little run -in with your husband this morning, and it didn't go too

well. Wait.

What happened?

Well, uh... Yo, Wilson.

Yo.

Yo, Wilson.

Yo, man. What in God's name were you doing, man?

Who are you?

Never mind who I am.

Just let me ask you one question.

All right? Did you come in here to kill her?

What? I mean, that's what you said on the phone this morning when you was

talking to her husband, Chris.

Chris? Why were you talking to... Who are you?

I'm the lady's manager.

All right? She's the performer. I'm her manager.

So when I hear over the telephone that some gun -toting yacht monkey is going

pink my employee of the month, I get a little scrappy. You know what I'm

So is that why you came here?

I didn't come to...

No.

I just said that to annoy him. She's the last person in the world that I would

hurt. Yeah, but I'm still left with one outstanding question.

If you didn't come in here to harm the lady, why did you got the gun pointed at

her?

You know, I don't know who you are or what you think you're doing, but you

better leave.

You think I'm just going to walk off and leave you with my best performer?

You better unplug and take a look at the real world. You know what I'm saying?

Vanessa, come here.

I think you better leave.

That's supposed to scare me? Come on, man. You don't think I've never been

by no .22 before?

Me and my brother used to play cops and robbers with .22s when we was kids.

I still got the scar on my ass, man. You want to see?

No. I can prove it, man. I'm telling you.

It hurt like crazy.

See? Come believe it, man. I got this little dot, like, right here next to the

crack, like, right on my left cheek. I couldn't believe that kid that actually

shot me.

Don't move.

Don't move.

You okay?

Wilson Minor, I'm placing you under arrest.

I'm placing you under arrest for the murder of Christopher Griggs.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law.

We're having a baby.

I resist doing it for extra money for the baby.

Griggs was murdered for having sex with his own wife. Yep.

And the guy who stole the top only did it to stop his ex -girlfriend from

getting married?

Green -headed monster.

Jealousy. Green -headed monster.

I know what it's called. Why green?

Because it makes you sick.

David.

Hi, honey.

Yeah, we have sharkies now.

Yeah, I'm going to teach him a thing or two.

That's my technique, see.

By bleeding, I lure him into a false sense of security.

Yeah, I'll be home by seven.

I love you, too.

Bye.

You sure she doesn't suspect?

I'm sure.

She's been calling you a lot lately.

You know what?

I only got half an hour in the ring. I gotta get going.

A willow branch would be easier.

You can't insist on beating yourself.

It's kind of like a lot of things in life.

It feels better when someone else is doing it.

David.