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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.
The first one was identified as a Bill Donnelly.
Kind of puts a new spin on their 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 stormed all
without getting anything.
Is there any connection between the one and victim two? None so far, except for
the high probability there's the same killer.
I'm sorry, ma 'am, this area is affected.
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?
You scum of the earth, Comet.
We do hard -hitting investigative journalism.
Perhaps you read a piece of mine a few months back about the bigger staff crime
family. Doctor... 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. This is 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 best 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 to see the cover.
What do you want 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. Dead ends. The guy just moved here. He lives off his investments. We
can't come up with any reason why someone would shoot the guy. What about
witnesses? Not.
What's your cover going to be?
A position.
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 on your cheek.
What about it?
It's a considerable 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? Dr. Steve Foster.
You, uh, protecting us from killer bees?
The gun, that was 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 Home Owners 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 have to talk.
Of course.
Suitcases, darling.
Wouldn't want to forget my suitcases.
Darling, after 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 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.
Popbuster told me he used to always call me.
From the bathroom with the water running, he said it was the only place
felt safe.
Well, maybe he felt safe here, but I don't.
What are you doing?
I'm leaving. Steve 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'm going to
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.
It will feel so much better.
Thank you.
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.
It should be.
It's an old habit you fall back into when you're trying to keep yourself busy
after your brother -in -law died.
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.
You're 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.
This is Dr.
Mark Slott. He's my boss at Community General. Quite a neighborhood you've got
here. Yeah, sure. It's nicer than our old place. Certainly more efficient. 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 credit cards.
Frank complains that I've made the house feel just like we're back in Miami.
You know, somebody did a nice job of this 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's a terrible tragedy.
Thank you very much.
Did you know Paul, Dr. 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 a look. Thank you all for
coming. I think I'll go pressure myself.
Good night.
That's, uh, 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.
Here.
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 Tar Nebula?
No, but he did mention the bilateral 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.
No, you were right about one thing. The house is bugged. I found a transmitter
in 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.
Until 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 who 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.
Sounds 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
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 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.
Doctor.
Well, hiya, Doc.
I hope you don't mind, but I remembered you said you were the 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?
Uh, private practice.
So, uh, 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?
Or sister?
No, then, uh...
Which end of the depressor do you use?
Uh, this one. Now, open wide.
Shouldn't you be examining the patient?
Well, I need a baseline for the purposes of comparison.
Say ah.
Ah.
Yeah. Mm -hmm.
Well, it's a good thing I decided to take a look. This 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 think.
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.
Can 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.
Huh? 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, and make it snappy. We're late for round.
Hi, I'm Paul Foster's sister -in -law.
The house around the corner, the stucco one with tile roof.
They're all stucco.
And they all have time.
4 -5 -0.
The TV's broken. I think the cable's out.
I'm not going to have a look.
Sorry we're late.
Dr. Travis invited me to go on rounds with him.
Oh, please stop us charging.
The doctor invited himself.
Yeah, I got to 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.
It's 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 did the people, for that matter.
Really? There were workmen.
They 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?
Look, 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 to Prince.
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.
Now promise me.
Okay, I promise.
I'm just a comet reporter, remember?
I trust you.
Bell
changing
a light bulb.
He's dead.
I wonder.
You think the alien replicants got him?
I think your wife needs you.
You okay?
I'm tired.
My mom'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
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 them to sleep, okay?
Always love the recliner.
Good night, honey.
Good night, darling.
Thanks. Listen, I gotta go, but do me a favor, will you?
Stay out of trouble.
No more walks around the neighborhood.
What's a new day?
Something terrible is going on in this neighborhood. 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 be.
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.
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 Comet 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, my guy told me to
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 in 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 bigger 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.
Look at this Miami newspaper.
The four principal witnesses in the Biggerstaff case 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. Are tax dollars over?
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 Hill 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?
Andrew, I can see you.
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.
But 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 the 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 insider job?
Now, wait a minute. It 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. 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 around? 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.
Will you prefer I take her in as a material witness in a homicide? I prefer
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 the circumstances, it's my sworn duty to interfere.
You can't even keep your own witnesses alive.
This isn't over.
You 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 he keeps threatening to kill you.
Look, you've been playing the 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 case.
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 microphones, even ammunition.
All of a sudden, a couple guys grabbed me, and they tossed me inside.
The truck was parked in front of the wall. How'd you know?
Just a guess, because at your dinner party, Kathleen Overton said her home
whammy. Where the bigger staffs operated.
Nice guess.
No job at the Comet?
No, thanks.
So we know that Frank Wolverton was the fourth witness, but we're still no
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?
I did see his wife, though. She said he was hiding while the workmen buffed her
new hardwood floors.
She's obsessed.
More than that.
You noticed more than you thought you noticed.
Amanda, I'd like you to do a recheck on an autopsy for me.
I'm giving her back.
I already called Maloney. He knows we're coming.
Boy, the Wolvers is really a nice place.
She's not in handcuffs.
When I changed my mind about arresting her, I decided to start dating her
instead.
Well, now, Mrs. Wolverton, you were absolutely right to redecorate places
me. 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 pantsline.
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 a home, can't they?
That is, when the varnish dries.
They do tend to stay tacky for a while.
You know, even when Barney sits, 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 them, 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.
It's gonna 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.
It's not 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.
How about that?
A cop with attitude.
I left my makeup in the bathroom.
I'll be right back. Then we can stop playing Dr. and Mrs. Foster.
Yeah, I guess we can.
There's no one listening anymore, you know.
I know.
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