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I love you.

Thank you.

Nothing surprising to report.

He died of gunshot wounds inflicted from behind.

He had an enlarged thyroid and a little arteriosclerosis.

And his last meal of fried oysters and cake probably didn't help matters.

He's the second Hill Ridge Estate resident this month.

First one was identified as a Bill Donnelly. Kind of puts a new spin on

motto, security is our priority.

Those gated communities are pretty strict.

Maybe he put too much of that tan bark mulch on his lawn.

Well, it was stuck to the bottom of his sneakers.

Did you say the shot came from inside the community?

Yeah, it looks like it. But their lawyers are so good, they've stonewalled

without getting anything.

Is there any connection between the one and the two?

None so far, except for the high probability there's the same killer.

I'm sorry, ma 'am, this area is restricted.

Not again.

Do you know each other?

Hi, I'm Shelby Turner. I'm a reporter.

For Comet Magazine.

Is that the zombies ate my babies?

Scum of the earth comment.

We do hard -hitting investigative journalism.

Perhaps you read a piece of mine a few months back about the bigger staff crime

family. Dr.

Sloan.

Sloan! You two are related.

See how fast you made that connection? Boy, those zombie children didn't stand

chance.

Who's this?

Excuse me.

Paul Foster, the guy you were bugging me about this morning.

She barged into the station and demanded to see the investigator in charge.

Yeah, well, I finished the autopsy. Well, don't volunteer anything.

So what leads have you developed?

Nothing I'm going to share with you.

Well, there's more to the story than you realize.

Foster called me. He told me that there were alien replicants living in that

community.

You're missing the bust of a lifetime.

In a gated community of a million dollar homes.

Captain, we're getting nowhere.

We can't get past the lawyers, much less the front gate.

I'm not questioning the need for an investigation. It's even the cover part.

What are you going to go in as?

No, as a resident at the victim's house.

Paul Foster, as far as we can tell, he has no known relatives.

Until now.

Well, what about places of business known enemies?

Unusual. No, dead ends. The guy just moved here. He lives off his

We can't come up with any reason why someone would shoot the guy. What about

witnesses? None.

Well, what's your cover going to be?

A physician.

Come on, now, think about it. It's perfect.

My father's on staff at Community General. I can set up a practice there

minutes. You can also perform a couple of surgeries.

Pick up a little extra cash on the side.

Ear, nose, and throat. No scalpels, just popsicle sticks.

You know, your cover is supposed to be convincing.

How are you going to pull off being a doctor?

Come on, Captain. I've been around hospitals and doctors all my life. For

example, take that mole out of your cheek.

What about it?

It's a congenital nevus. There's one chance of 50 that'll turn into a full

-blown melanoma.

Well, thanks for the warning.

I'll cut it out later with an ice pick.

Slightly misshapen, flat to the skin, no hair follicles.

Yeah, it's a problem waiting to happen.

Especially if you have a history of severe sunburn.

That, uh, hasn't changed shape recently, has it?

You know, why don't we lay off the mole, okay? It's part of my personality.

So, I have your permission to go undercover?

Yeah.

Just remember, no malpractice suits, okay?

Oh, and, uh, I'm serious about that mole.

Out, out the door is waiting.

Yeah.

Name? I'm Steve Foster.

You, uh, protecting us from killer bees?

The gun.

It's a joke.

Welcome to Hill Ridge Estate, sir.

Have a pleasant stay.

Right.

You must be Dr. Foster.

I'm Cliff Maloney, head of the Homeowners Association here.

I'm terribly sorry about what happened to your brother.

Me too.

It was a real shock.

I don't know how long you and Mrs. Foster plan on staying, but for whatever

period of time, I'd like to welcome you to the community.

Mrs. Foster?

Hello, honey.

I didn't think I'd see you till tonight.

I didn't think I'd see you at all.

I decided to come early. Well, she'd warned me.

I didn't have time. I had to get groceries for the dinner party.

Thanks very much for the invitation.

I think this is a great way of remembering Paul.

It was a pleasure to meet the both of you.

Let me know if I can do anything, and always feel free to call security.

They're extremely efficient.

They have that reputation.

Excuse me.

You realize the position you put me in?

The best possible one.

We get to talk.

Of course.

Suitcases, darling.

Wouldn't want to forget my suitcases.

Darling, that's the trip I've had.

Where are you going? We need to talk.

Not until we unpack your bags. The master bedroom's up here. You're going

love it.

Better.

And wait till you see the master bathroom.

It's gigantic.

From now on, whenever you hear the shower running, it means I want to talk

you in here.

Better acoustics. No, it's the only place that we can talk safely.

Why, alien replicants don't like water?

The place is bugged top to bottom.

You've been reading too many of your own magazines.

Paul Foster told me he used to always call me from the bathroom with the water

running. He said it was the only place that he felt safe.

Well, maybe he felt safe here, but I don't.

What are you doing? I'm leaving. Steam is bad for my jacket. Didn't you hear

what I said? Paul Foster was scared.

He may have been scared, but he wasn't very smart.

Cell phone conversations can very easily be intercepted.

Well, I think he feels worse than anybody about that. Now that he's dead,

a condition I'd like to avoid.

Well, the way I feel it's a condition I might consider helping you achieve.

You need me.

Oh, I can hardly wait to hear how.

I already told them all that I was your wife. If you kick me out, I'll blow your

cover.

And how did you find out about my cover?

I have my sources.

When this is over, you're going to jail for interfering with a police

investigation. When this is over, you'll be happy I was here.

Now, clean up. We have guests coming over.

And remember, in case Foster was right about all the bugs, and he was, we are

husband and wife, even when we're completely alone together.

Unless we're taking a shower.

You'll feel so much better.

That's an interesting technique, picking up a fork like that.

Protect the monograms on the handle. Too many hands would just rub it right off.

Well, these aren't monogrammed.

They should be.

It's an old habit you fall back into when you're trying to keep yourself busy

after your brother -in -law dies.

You know, it's funny. He never mentioned either of you.

There was a strain between Paul and Steve.

It's just a tragedy they never patched things up.

Very efficient.

Obsessed.

Pretty.

Annoying. How do you mean?

Well, for instance, she thinks the whole house is bugged. Is it?

Doubtful.

You're not sure?

No. I think I'd give her the benefit of the doubt. She's been two steps ahead so

far. Excuse me, Dr. Foster.

I've got some folks here I'd like you to meet.

This is Charles and Frederica Harris.

They're your next -door neighbors.

And Frank and Kathleen Wolverton, they live down the block. Right. Dr. Steve

Foster. And this is Dr. Mark Sloan. He's my boss at Community General. Nice

citizenship. Quite a neighborhood you've got here.

Yeah, sure. It's nicer than our old place. Certainly more efficient. It's a

dull. Every property is just like every other property.

Fiskew lawns, shag carpets. There's blonde wood and marble everywhere.

But it did put you into redecorating overdraft.

You should see a wheel of those pretty cars.

Frank complains that I've made the house feel just like we're back in Miami.

You know, somebody did a nice job with his house.

Yes, but it's not warm.

I told Paul he really should have used more color.

We are so sorry about your brother.

It was a terrible tragedy.

Thank you very much.

Did you know Paul's up to Sloan?

Um, well, you know, I don't think anybody really knew Paul.

True words were never spoken.

Thanks for having us, Doctor. We're going to take off. Thank you all for

I think I'll go freshen myself.

Good night.

That's one long -suffering man.

But I'm not.

I know what you are.

I know what you're doing here.

Stay, and I'll tear your heart out and eat it with some berries and cream for

breakfast.

Ah, Shelby.

Great dinner party. Thanks so much for having us. Thank you for coming.

Absolutely. Wouldn't have missed it for the world.

I don't see anything wrong with the shower.

There.

Wouldn't it be easier to stick those in a dishwasher?

That would wash the fingerprints off. Oh, along with the gravy and those

bits of ham.

Just run these. We need to find out who these people really are.

You set up this party just to get fingerprints?

There is a conspiracy going on in this community. I can feel it. There is no

conspiracy. There is one bad guy, and I've got a pretty good idea who he is.

Who? Charles Harris.

He threatened to kill me.

Like you're trying to do with his steam.

That's wonderful.

Well, thank you for your concern.

Did he say anything about the mothership?

Signals from the star nebula?

No, but he did mention the trilateral commission and the earthquake machine.

Russians didn't use it.

Okay, fine.

Don't take me seriously. Don't come crying to me when replicants take over.

You were right about one thing. The house is bugged. I found a transmitter

the intercom.

And? And I found a transmitter in the intercom.

Would it kill you to say thanks for the warning?

Yes.

Now, how far are we going to go with this little marriage deception?

Because the people that are listening are not going to stop just because the

went down.

Don't worry. I've got it all figured out.

How can you be so insensitive, you pig?

You can sleep on the couch again tonight.

Till I change my mind.

Men.

No, no.

Oh, come on, Amanda. You don't even know what I'm going to ask. I don't do

windows. I do not do dishes, so forget about it. Look, this is a dirty

silverware from last night's party. I've got to get the fingerprints off of it.

I can't go anywhere near the station as long as I'm posing as Dr. Stephen

Foster, otolaryngologist.

Whatever.

All right, I'm going to work with you. I'll squeeze this in between the stroke

victim and the guy that got hit by a train. Thank you. You're welcome. Hey!

Your congratulations are in order.

What are you talking about? A wife and a medical degree all in one day? And I'm

counting the hours until I don't have either.

All right, I have the chart on Donnelly here, the first Hill Ridge victim.

The circumstances were almost identical to Foster's killing. They both were shot

twice, went to the base of the skull and the second time through the heart.

And they both were shot from behind at long distances.

We're looking for a professional sharpshooter.

That's like a warm and welcoming community you live in.

Amanda Bentley, Pathology.

Yes, he'll be right down.

Steve, you're not going to believe this. You have a patient waiting for you

downstairs.

Right. I'm not joking. They want you down their stat.

That means fast.

I know.

Well.

What am I going to do?

What are you going to do? You treat him.

Examine him.

Comfort him.

Most importantly, don't hurt him. It's part of the Hippocratic Oath. I never

took the Hippocratic Oath.

You kidding me? In that cool jacket?

That fancy name tag? You could have fooled me.

You're enjoying this, aren't you? Yes, I am. All those times you dragged me into

doing police work. All those times I stood face to face with death.

You never stood face to face with death.

All the times I mistakenly thought I was standing face to face with death. This

is payback time.

There's some rubber gloves in that dispenser on the wall in case you need

In case I need them for what?

Probing.

You're coming with me. I need a console.

Here's his chart.

Doctor.

Well, hiya, Doc.

I hope you don't mind, but I remembered you said you're an ear, nose, and throat

guy.

Well, I've been putting off getting this sinus thing checked out for the longest

time. But who better to check me than Paul's brother?

Yes, who better?

Mr. Maloney, this is Dr. Travis. He's a promising young physician here. Learning

at the feet of the master.

Wow. Guess I picked the right doctor.

So where did you transfer from?

Private practice.

So, Dr.

Travis, what would your first diagnostic move be?

Well, I think I would begin by examining the patient.

Good answer.

You're right, he's a smart one.

You know, Paul never spoke too much about his family.

Which of you takes after your dad?

Our sister.

Now then, which

end of the depressor do you use?

This one. Now, open wide.

Should you be examining the patient?

Well, I need a baseline for the purposes of comparison.

Say ah.

Ah.

Yeah.

Well, it's a good thing I decided to take a look.

The tonsil back here is pretty inflamed.

This one back here.

We'll discuss that tonsil later, Doctor, but I'm afraid I may have to take it

out.

Whatever you say, Doctor.

You know, it's a terrible shame about Paul.

I just can't imagine why anyone would want to harm a man like your brother.

Neither can I.

All righty then, let's just have a look, shall we? Uh -huh.

Shall I get a new one of those?

That one's kind of wet. Oh, you know what?

We won't even use a tongue depressor.

That's how good he is.

You know,

I think I'll refer you to one of our allergists.

We only have one allergist.

That's the one I'm going to refer you to.

Good, because I'd like to get to the bottom of this.

See to it. Will you, Dr. Travis, make it snappy? We're late for round.

I'm Paul Foster's sister -in -law.

The house around the corner?

The stucco one with the tile roof?

They're all stucco.

And they all have tile, ma 'am.

450.

The TV's broken. I think the cable's out.

I'll go have a look.

Dr. Travis invited me to go on rounds with him.

Oh, please stop encouraging him. The doctor invited himself.

Yeah, I gotta maintain my cover.

Someone's already come to check on it. With my luck, the whole community will

show up for an exam.

Well, while you guys were on your rounds, we were busy getting the

analysis done.

That was fast work.

Deceased. Deceased.

Deceased? What's going on?

All the guests at the party were already dead.

Well, that's impossible. They didn't look dead. They didn't eat.

They didn't breathe. They didn't even smell bad.

And he says he isn't a doctor.

Oh, come on. You guys cooked this up, didn't you? This is a joke.

No joke and no mistake.

Honey, I'm home.

Why did you knock?

Married couples don't knock. They barge in.

At least that's what my ex -husband did.

One of the reasons I divorced him.

And where have you been all day?

I would expect to be abandoned by my ex -husband like that, but you're a cop.

You're supposed to be a more responsible spouse.

Aren't you getting into this marriage world just a little too much?

For your information, while you were out playing doctor all day, I was busy

investigating.

There were people walking their dogs.

The dogs looked drugged.

So do the people for that matter.

Really? There were workmen.

There were supposed to be workmen.

They weren't working. They were watching me.

Why wouldn't they watch you? You're new here. You're pretty.

You really think I'm pretty?

Just get to the point, will you?

There were milkmen. Delivering milk. Now, who delivers milk these days? Uh,

milkmen.

Okay, how about this one? I asked the cable repairman to come check my

reception. He came without an appointment.

Now, that is strange.

Did you run those prints?

Yeah, we ran the prints.

Well, are you going to tell me about it willingly and get over with, or am I

going to have to pester it out of you? Well, we don't have the whole story yet.

And I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation.

But the fingerprints of every resident at that party last night belonged to

someone who was already deceased.

Dead people?

Let's not rush to judgment. Let's just get the facts. This is better than alien

replicants. I've got to call my editor. You're not calling anyone.

The story's too big to sit on.

You don't have a story, unless you're going to make one up.

We're talking dead people.

I'm not letting you out of this room until you promise me you're not going to

call anyone.

I just don't want to get scooped. You won't.

Whatever this place is hiding, they've been doing it for a long time, and

they'll do anything to protect it. We have to be careful.

Promise me.

Okay, I promise.

I'm just a comet reporter, remember?

I trust you.

Bell changing a light bulb.

He's dead.

The cause of death was accidental. Mr. Harris broke his neck the moment he

There's nothing anybody could have done for him.

I wonder.

You think the alien replicants caught him?

I think your wife needs you.

You okay?

I'm tired.

My stomach's upset.

I've seen enough death for one lifetime.

Take me home.

Where are you going?

To sleep on the couch again.

Remember?

Don't, please.

After everything that happened today, I really don't want to be alone.

Would you mind staying up here tonight?

Not at all, honey.

But I'm not ready to have you back in my bed yet.

It's all right. I'll sleep in the recliner.

Let's just try and get some sleep, okay?

Always loved recliners.

Good night, honey.

Good night, darling.

Thanks. Listen, I gotta go, but do me a favor, will you?

Stay out of trouble.

I'm gonna walk around the neighborhood.

What's a new day?

Something terrible is going on in this neighborhood, and I intend to find out

what. This is a murder investigation.

I don't want to come back here and find out you're the latest victim.

I won't, Bede.

I promise.

I mean it, Shelby.

I know you do.

Charles Harris had a contusion on his forehead undoubtedly caused by the fall

from the ladder. He also had a badly twisted ankle from the same fall.

But what killed him was a broken neck. Plain and simple. I couldn't find

anything else. I looked. Trust me.

I just don't buy this as an accident.

The guy that threatened me at the party just happens to die in his own house

changing a light bulb.

You found traces of Synthroid in Harris' system.

Nothing significant, just a therapeutic dosage. What's Synthroid?

It's a thyroid replacement drug.

Well, didn't you say Paul Foster had an enlarged thyroid?

Yes, but he died from gunshot wounds, not thyroid disease.

Yeah, but I still think we ought to do a few more tests to find out what else

our two bodies have in common.

All right, this is a partial gene sequence on both men, but the number of

correlations is no fluke. What's the percentage?

You tell me.

I'll highlight some.

Three out of four.

What's it mean?

Well, if Amanda were to run a test on you and me, we'd match up about 50 % of

the time. Because I'm your father, I contributed 50 % of your genetic

Your mother contributed the other half.

There's only one way that two people can match up 75 % of the time.

They were brothers.

And they kept that a secret even though they lived across the street from each

other? Why?

What the hell is going on?

I don't know.

It certainly puts a different spin on Harris' threat.

You know, he knew you were an imposter.

He probably thought you had something to do with Paul's death.

He was terrified of you.

Did Shelby ever explain why Paul Foster contacted her, of all people?

Well, I assume it's because she was the only person that would listen to a story

about alien replicants.

I wonder.

Hi. Hi.

Am I looking at the same guy that gave me the gift subscription to Smithsonian

Magazine? Yes, you are. But I'll tell you something. I think I want to

to Common Magazine.

This stuff is great.

Did you know that there's an entire civilization of trolls living 11 miles

Mount Edna? No, I must have missed that chapter in social studies. Well, by

gosh, she'll know about it because she wrote an article.

And she did a three -parter in here on spontaneous human combustion.

You know that just one extra burger boy with cheese causes your body to pass

critical mass to go up in flames?

Why are you doing this?

Because I wanted to find out what the connection between Paul Foster and

was.

Well, she said he called from Hill Ridge Estates.

I think she knew him long before he ever arrived at Hill Ridge.

You're kidding.

Look at this.

Just after the article on the rat people living in the sewers of New York,

there's a genuine piece of journalism right there.

About the biggest staff crime family in Miami, she mentioned it the other day.

This was written seven months ago.

Four days before a big bus took that family down. Now the Godfather family

on trial this week in Miami.

So you think Foster was the unnamed source that she mentions in the article?

think when he found himself in trouble, he called the one person he thought he

could trust. But what kind of trouble?

And don't say alien replicas.

In this Miami newspaper, the four principal witnesses in the Biggest App

have been put under protective custody.

And all the residents at the Hill Ridge Estates have assumed names.

And all the fingerprints match up with dead people. Our tax dollars are worth.

Except out of the four protected witnesses, three are dead.

Well, our tax dollars don't work that well.

Well, at least we know how the three victims are connected and why they were

killed. We don't know who the fourth witness is, and we don't know who's

to kill them.

Headed back to the ridge. Yeah, I think it's time to find out what's really

going on.

Hello, Dr. Foster.

Hey, Bill.

Want to get the gate for me?

Uh,

it was a geranium, wasn't it?

I was supposed to plant narcissus.

Lieutenant Steve Sloan, LAPD.

I want to talk to the man in charge.

That's good, because he wants to talk to you.

We already know who you are, Lieutenant.

Thanks for your willingness to share.

Oh, and thanks for the soda.

It's a well -stocked kitchen you've got here. Thank you.

Now it's your turn for the ID.

And not the one that says Clifton Maloney.

Your real ID, your FBI badge.

Who said anything about FBI?

Unless you guys have turned the witness protection program over to the Forest

Service. You're FBI.

I assume you've increased security on the fourth witness in a bigger staff

trial. That's very good, Lieutenant.

But since you're fishing for his name, I'll just cross you off the list of

potential assassins. I appreciate that.

What I don't appreciate is you keeping a secret from the local authorities.

Specifically me.

It's federal jurisdiction. Dead bodies keep turning up in my jurisdiction.

Oh, and I suppose that justifies you coming in here undercover and

blowing the entire thing.

Oh, no, you guys are doing a great job of that all by yourselves.

Three dead witnesses out of four.

You ever consider it might be an inside job? Now, wait a minute. Seems to me you

could use some help from some objective, like the LAPD.

Okay. You want in?

You find out what your lady friend was doing here the night Paul Foster was

killed.

See, our perimeter surveillance cameras caught her on film.

She lured him to the north fence.

He was shot on his way there.

Those shots came from behind. She couldn't have done it. No, but she's

involved or she wouldn't have been there at all.

She's probably involved in two other murders as well.

We just can't get her to tell us how.

Where is she?

She's here.

She's fine.

She better be.

Get her.

You know, you really should have brought me in on this earlier.

Took us a while to check you out, Lieutenant.

And then we were hoping she was going to slip up and tell you something.

And all you got was the sound of running water.

She's a very attractive woman.

You got enough to charge her?

Not yet.

But we will.

Steve.

Thank God.

You all right?

Yeah.

Good. Shall we turn her? I'm placing you under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

What? What do you think you're doing, Lieutenant?

I'm arresting her for interfering with a police investigation.

You can't do that.

Well, you prefer I take her in as a material witness in a homicide?

I prefer you leave her here.

I've got legitimate charges I can bring against her. You don't.

As soon as you do, let me know. I'll return her to your custody.

In the meantime, she's my prisoner and she's going to my jail.

You're interfering with a federal investigation, Lieutenant Sloan. Under

circumstances, it's my sworn duty to interfere.

You can't even keep your own witnesses alive.

This isn't over.

Got that right. As soon as he uncuts me, I'm going to strangle him.

Keys?

Give him the keys.

If you take me to jail, I'll kill you. I swear it.

Tell me you don't believe him.

You make it kind of hard when you keep threatening to kill me.

Look, you've been playing this sullen cop for 45 minutes. Are you going to

uncuff me and we can talk about this or not?

I really should arrest you, you know. I didn't kill Paul Foster.

I know.

Well, then why are you pulling this? It's my sworn duty thing on Maloney.

Because I can't leave you with someone who might have already killed three

people.

Now tell me about Paul Foster, and this time tell me everything.

He was my source inside the bigger staff crime family.

Seven months later, he calls me up and he tells me he's got this even bigger

story.

His life is in danger.

And he needs me to help him survive.

So he arranged for you to meet him outside the Hill Ridge Estates that

I didn't lure him to his death. I didn't have anything to do with any of it.

You believe me, don't you?

You make it difficult.

I know.

I mean really difficult.

I know.

I can't believe this.

What, that you're falling for the scum of the earth?

No.

I can't believe I'm falling for someone who would call me the scum of the earth.

I never said that.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Wow. Then?

You really believe in spontaneous human combustion?

Let me show you how it works.

Ah, I see you're still on the Hillward State campus.

You know, he's not really a doctor.

He just likes to pretend.

So then, I opened up the back of the phone truck, and I see all this

inside. Minister cameras, parabolic microphone, even ammunition.

All of a sudden, a couple guys grabbed me, and they tossed me inside.

The truck was parked in front of the Wolverton house, wasn't it? How'd you

Just a guess, because at your dinner party, Kathleen Wolverton sent her home

Miami. Where the bigger staffs operated.

Nice guess.

Don't you have the comment?

No, thanks.

So we know that Frank Wolverton was the fourth witness, but we're still not

closer to finding the killer.

I think the FBI is behind it all. I think this is a conspiracy that reaches

the highest level of our federal government.

Sorry, sometimes I can't help myself.

Did you see Frank Wolverton at all today?

No, I did see his wife, though. She said he was hiding while the workmen buffed

her new hardwood floors.

She's obsessed.

She's more than that.

You noticed more than you thought you noticed.

Amanda, I'd like you to do a recheck on autopsy for me.

I'm giving her back.

I already called Maloney. He knows we're coming.

Boy, the wolves is really having a nice place.

She's not in handcuffs.

When I changed my mind about arresting her, I decided to start dating her

instead.

Well, Mrs. Wolverton, you were absolutely right to redecorate places

Thank you, Dr. Sloan.

Tiffany, I absolutely just love him.

And a Persian rug.

Oh, much more attractive than shag. You stop by for the home and garden tour?

I agree.

Shag sheds, and it's hard to vacuum.

Mm -hmm. Although, you know, Persian rugs will shed, too, especially if

hand -tied like this one.

I had the medical examiner recheck the autopsy report on that first murder

victim. Sure enough, the same kind of carpet fibers on his pants.

Really?

He must have been visiting the Atleys. I believe they have new rugs as well. And

that hardware floor, they sure can't make a house at home, can't they?

That is, when the varnish dries.

They do tend to stay tacky for a while.

You know, even when varnish sets, it still can be really sticky on your

Yes, I guess.

That's why we found tan bark from your lawn on the bottom of Paul Foster's

the night he was murdered.

It stuck to the varnish that he had picked up from your new floors.

Foster wasn't here the other night.

At least I didn't see him. Your wife did.

He probably told her he was leaving here. He was scared that he was going to

the next victim.

And your wife made sure he was.

And forensics also found some varnished flecks on the entryway to Charles

Harris' home.

You tracked it in when you went in there to kill him.

I'm being set up.

Frank, don't listen to him, please.

Kathleen, what have you done?

She used her designer touch on all three of the other witnesses.

That's what she did.

And you were next.

I don't understand.

Of course you don't.

I wanted my life back.

Couldn't stand to live here for another day.

When I found out about the amount of money the bigger shots were offering for

witnesses, I couldn't pass it up.

And since you're a crack shot... Skeet.

Off the back of Daddy's yacht.

I thought you loved me.

I loved you in Miami.

I didn't love you in California.

This isn't home, Frank.

No matter how much redecorating I did, it would never be home.

You would trade my life for a house in Miami?

The right house.

Put her in handcuffs.

How'd you figure this one out?

Good forensics, logical deductions, and one very big kiss.

This is going to make a great story.

You know what's so cool about it?

What's that?

There aren't any mutants in it.

I thought you loved mutants.

Isn't that a job requirement for working at the comet?

I think I might sit on this story for a week or two.

What do you think about that?

Why would you do that?

Give the FBI a chance to relocate some of its witnesses.

Well, how about that?

A reporter with integrity.

Well, how about that?

A cop with attitude.

I left my makeup in the bathroom.

I'll be right back. Then we can stop playing doctor and Mrs. Foster.

Yeah, I guess we can.

There's no one listening anymore, you know.

I know.