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Yeah.

That's so beautiful.

Thanks,

Jim.

Okay, Big Mac's coming through.

What is it? Hope you like it.

Oh, this is exactly what I needed.

And look, it's got like a gazillion compartments. Yeah, I got the same one

Ben was born. Look, it comes with a changing pad and everything.

Take it everywhere you go.

Bunch of jerks.

Here you go, Roberta. It's a gift certificate.

I didn't really have a clue. I know, right?

Well,

you deserve it.

Hey!

Turn around and drop the weapon.

Drop the weapon. Come on.

It's a water gun.

Relax!

Looking for these?

No.

They were in the hallway.

Look, I just... I want you to know that I don't normally do this kind of thing.

I just had a little too much to drink at my friend's baby shower last night,

which is before I went to the bar and had some more to drink.

Listen, I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything, but I can't see

again, so please don't ask for my phone number.

The thing is, I'm engaged.

Yeah, I know, okay? It's just, it's really complicated.

So, at any rate, sorry that I didn't... Ginny? Yeah?

I think you're supposed to be talking to me.

That's my roommate, Aaron.

I'm the one you slept with last night.

Right. Listen.

Bob. Bob.

I'm going to go.

You're walking home from school.

I'm not riding my bike?

No, you're not.

I'll be right there, Peter.

You're not riding your bike. You've got a flat tire and you're wheeling your

bike home. And a man pulls up in a car.

What kind of car?

A van.

And he gets out and he asks you if you want to live.

I say no thanks.

Next. Now, wait a minute. Now he pulls out a gun.

And he tells you to get into the van.

I scream and I run.

You know, he might shoot you.

Maybe. And I've had a better chance in the public place with people around.

All right.

Buffy, you're getting way too good at this. Very good.

Are you going to catch a break, guys, today? I'm going to try.

Okay.

Look, you get the overtime situation for my patrol unit to clear it up, or I'm

going to take the 84 vacation days. I'm due.

And you and the mayor can fight it out all on your own.

Douglas, if I was going to listen to reason, I wouldn't be talking to you.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, I'll look forward to that.

Yeah.

Huh. Houston, we have a problem.

Roberta, I haven't even had my decaf yet.

You know our new $3 million fail -safe computer system?

Well, it failed.

Hate the new millennium. A bug in the software mixed up the confidential

informant list with the outstanding warrant list. Hold on a second. Let me

this. Harry Woods, the notorious San Francisco madam, was released today

her attorneys reached a plea which called for three years probation and 200

hours community service.

When asked if the names of the clients listed in the infamous red book would be

released, Ms. Woods responded that the identities of her friends would remain

confidential under the plea agreement.

Drop the knife and let her go. You get away from me or I'll cut her.

SFPD, I'm your backup. I'm going to count to five.

You put the knife down or I will shoot.

Okay, I'll let her go.

Do it.

One. If you say please.

Two.

Please. Three.

Please, sir.

Put down the knife.

You say pretty please.

Four.

Pretty please, sir. Put down the knife.

I just want to explain. Pretty please?

You forgot to say what sugar I'm talking about. I just thought it would be

easier to try to defuse the situation. David, if it works for you, that's fine.

He was looking for an excuse to put the knife down. I gave it to him. Like I

said, if that's your style, you should go with it.

And I'll see you around.

Will you not?

I'm taking him to Central CD. Thanks, buddy.

Your CD?

Inspector DeLorenza? Yeah.

Inspector Angela Reed.

So, I'm your new partner.

Captain, this woman is not qualified.

She's never even been on the street. She went straight from the academy to some

desk job at the mayor's office. Well, I'm a crime commissioner. She passed the

exam last week. Probably jumping over 10 guys with 20 years' experience.

With all due respect, I'm going to be careful.

Whenever I hear that phrase, I know I'm about to be disrespected.

Look, I know it's only been a couple of months since the shooting, and you don't

want to think about getting a new partner. It's not that I don't want a

partner. I don't want her.

While she was playing footsie with that guy, he could have cut that girl's

throat or thrown the knife. She didn't draw her weapon. She didn't back me up.

Look, right now I need a supervising inspector, and you're driving along.

It's not an option.

You both need to re -qualify in the target range.

Or I'm pulling you off the street.

Take him away.

Let's go.

Lisa, what's in part one?

The French connection.

I never saw that.

Rebel Hill's cop?

That's your idea, the best cop movie of all time?

There she is.

Right there, look.

Are you sure that's her?

Well, it was an anonymous tip, but she fits the description.

Let's go.

What did you snitch then?

Something about importing a legal.

Ready. Police!

Put your hands up!

Put your hands up on your head! Over here.

Over here. Come on.

Turn around.

Now. I want you to open that door right now.

Come on. Come on.

It'll be all right.

Okay.

You were expressly told not to move until SWAT arrived. I made the arrest.

was clean.

This time.

Unlike Sanchez. Oh, Sanchez. Come on. That's ancient history.

18 months of police work and he walks because you were sloppy. Because you

didn't follow procedure.

Captain, may I speak freely?

When haven't you?

When are you going to get off my ass?

Maybe when it's not on backwards.

Is that clear?

Crystal.

The woman that you followed, she was a former worker herself.

After three years, she said she'd be free if she helped them with the others.

Have they ever heard any of their bosses address by name?

No, but they would be able to recognize them.

Thank you.

Not much more we can do here. Do you want to get a cup of coffee?

No, we have a report file.

It makes you lieutenant and then captain and able to push us onto college. Now,

come on, Peter.

Okay, our party is on for tomorrow night.

All the perps have gotten their invitations.

Hey, hey, Ginny, hold up, hold up. Is there really a radio station GDBD?

Yeah, it stands for Gotcha Deadbeat Dad.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

So, uh, how do you know they'll, uh, show up?

All right, well, let's see. So, what, you're three years behind in your child

support, probably out of a job.

Girlfriend is bitching up a storm about needing a new car. You get a notice in

the mail. It says you have just won $10 ,000 in cash and are eligible for a

brand new SUV.

All you got to do is show up at the radio station.

You going to turn that down?

No.

Oh, and hey, look your best.

We're going to be televised.

Well, Public Affairs arranged for What's New San Francisco to do a special

segment on this thing. So, who knows? Maybe one of us will be doing it.

So how long you been on the job?

14 years. Thanks, Jimmy.

Guess that makes you a veteran.

I mean, not that you look old or anything.

So how was that violent crime commission gig?

Pretty cushy, huh?

It was interesting, but I really wanted to get into the real world.

So what happened to your last part?

His name was Dick. He was killed in the line of duty.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

We rode together almost ten years. He told me everything.

So it must be doubly hard for you. I mean, losing him and having... If I can

along with just about anybody, hopefully that includes you. Cut a 187 at 2737

Poe.

DeLorenzo. 10 -4 DeLorenzo.

2737 Poe. Got it. It's a 187. That's homicide.

It's not going to be pretty.

Oh, you think I'm a faint or something? I can handle it.

You say so.

Hey, Steven.

Back the gun and get it to Ballistics. Who found him?

The shrink next door, Dr.

Jerry Branson, about an hour ago. He's in the hall.

Victim's married. Is the wife notified yet?

No, but she did leave a bunch of messages on his voicemail looking for

You ready to turn him, Steven?

Any minute.

Say when. We'll be out in the hall.

Dr. Branson, I'm Inspector DeLorenzo, SFPD. This is Inspector Reed.

Do you have any idea who might have done this?

Dr. Kuehrer is a... what? A forensic psychiatrist.

He specialized in treating convicted felons.

Any one of them could have done this. We're guaranteeing him.

We'll be right there.

Two, three, four, five shots to the upper torso with one shot through the

for good measure.

Steven,

would you take some vitamin C?

How long?

Well, I'll use liver nose for sure.

He is cooked.

Welcome to the real world.

Mrs. Shearer, I know this may be very difficult for you, but... I just can't

believe it.

Was it unusual for your husband to stay over in the city?

Not when he had group.

That lasted till at least ten, and then Henry had to be at the prison by eight

the next morning.

But he always called me when he got up, and when he didn't... Were you here

alone all night?

We have no children.

Except Frithy here.

Mrs. Shearer, were you here alone all night?

No.

Jerry came over.

Dr. Branson.

I suppose you'll find out about it anyway. The truth is, we were having an

affair.

And was your husband aware of this?

Absolutely not.

Jerry and I have been seeing each other

for a couple of months.

So the two of you were here alone all night?

We had dinner and then went to bed at around 11.

Jerry left at 6 a .m.

Please understand, my husband was not the easiest man in the world to get

with, but I loved him very much.

I was just Henry's secretary when we first met.

Henry was a renowned psychiatrist.

part of the inner circle of San Francisco society.

I don't know what I'm going to do without him.

Jerry was just a fling.

I have 33 Asian gang members in holding, and every one of

them has Alzheimer's or amnesia.

Do we know if they... You got

anything here?

Problem is, they know we're onto them.

He might be gone already.

Undoubted.

This guy is greedy.

That's him, the snakehead. The one that brought them here.

Perfect.

Thank you.

Sneezy Levy, our crackerjack Emmy, pinpoints the time of death between 8

.m. But we've already confirmed the therapy sessions didn't end until at

10. Dr. Shearer was shot with his own gun. His prints were on the gun, but

were. Carlos Minota is a two -time loser just released from state where he

served seven years for agasol. He was in Dr.

Shearer's anger management group last night. Let's wait. Don't cash in your

cards yet. There were also prints from five other patients.

You got a Zachary Oler, Melissa Schmitz, Christopher Gitlin, Jeffrey Rainier,

Jesus Ovidos, all prior offenders.

And all in the group.

Same group.

Let's go get them together for another session.

Ms. Eckstead?

Hi, Trudy Martin.

What's new, San Francisco?

How are you? This is a fabulous setup. Now tell me, how did you get this door

look so authentic?

Well, you know, I had them out for my partner. Now, are you going to wait

they all arrive?

Well, we can't be sure that everyone on the list is going to show up. Are you

guys getting this?

Great.

Hey, isn't that J .T. Murray over there?

The race car driver? Where?

He's not on the list. Hey, that's Drew Conway, the infomercial guy.

He's a deadbeat?

He's not on the list either.

Good evening.

Oh, we got a big problem here.

On behalf of radio station GDBD, I'd like to thank you all for coming, and

like to inform you, you're under arrest.

This is the San Francisco Police Department.

You are all under arrest.

These men hoped they'd won the grand prize, the brand new SUV.

Instead, they got a one -way ticket to jail.

What the hell's going on here?

This was not a part of the plea bargain.

What? Carrie Wood's Red Book clientele was not supposed to be publicly

Oh, my God.

Are you getting this? Wait.

supposed to be a sting to catch deadbeat dads a spokesperson for the san

francisco police stated that the mix -up was the product of a test on the

department's new multi -million dollar computer system instead of mailing the

invitations to deadbeat dads they went out to members of the infamous red book

the client list of san francisco madam carrie woods

you screwed up

anticipate

You check them in before you make the announcement.

It could be worse.

Yeah, it could be a lot worse.

Although not all the clients made it to the sting, their names were

inadvertently published on the Internet in keeping with the department's policy

of publicly revealing the names.

It is worse.

Yeah, that's worse.

What about the real arrest?

We're on it. You better be.

I'm getting tired of cleaning up your messes.

Mr. Minota told you the truth.

Dr. Shearer experimented with a radical form of therapy which he pioneered with

some of his patients who had suicidal ideations and sociopathic tendencies.

They acted out their hostilities with a gun.

Unloaded, of course.

Supposedly, that was to deter them from acting them out on the street.

Can you tell us where you were last night between the hours of 8 and

You know where I was.

Sylvia called me.

That was thoughtful of her. That's not fair.

Let me explain.

Henry was a brilliant physician, but he was also the coldest man I ever met.

He could be very brutal to Sylvia.

Brutal how?

Oh, not physically.

That wasn't Henry's style, no. Henry was a manipulator.

He played with people's minds.

And we had to control everything.

That didn't stop you from sleeping with his wife behind his back.

He knew.

He knew about the affair?

I told him.

Did you tell her because... I didn't tell her that I told him.

A couple days ago, I marched into Henry's office.

Sylvia was so afraid to ask him for a divorce, I had to do something.

And how did he react?

Typical Henry.

Ice water.

I was just tired of sneaking around.

I want to marry Sylvia.

I love her.

I still can't believe a woman like that's in love with me.

Just got a call from my NS anti -smuggling unit.

Oh, man, I saw this coming a mile away.

We are no longer the primaries on this case.

Damn it, we're in the middle of this thing. We worked for months to find that

factory. For what? Oh, so immigration's coming?

I'm not exactly happy about this either.

The thing is, you bust the bad guys on a local charge as well. I'll try to make

a case to prosecute them for both.

The other thing is, they're deporting the workers.

Oh, great.

Great. Great introduction to the good old USA.

Hey, Mom.

Did you get the clothes I sent?

Mom, can you give me like two seconds before you start in on what I'm wearing?

just sat down.

Hi, can I get you something?

Coffee, please. Right away.

Mom, let's just have lunch, okay?

If you're already mad at me, it's going to make this so much harder.

Make what harder?

Mark asked me to marry him.

And I said yes.

How are you going to marry a construction worker with a rap sheet?

He's a Finnish carpenter. He was like 15 when he stole that car.

A glass of white wine, please.

Right away.

What would we do it for?

What would we fight so hard for so you could take us back 100 years, drop out

school, make babies? This is not about feminism, okay? This is about me, what I

want. Is that different? You always say feminism meant... that women should be

free to do whatever they wanted.

So if they wanted to drive a truck or run a ship or stay home and have babies,

they could.

I never thought you were listening so closely.

Well, I was.

What happens when he

leaves you 15 years from now and you have no education and three kids?

Thanks, man.

Honey, I want the best for you.

I'm not you, Mom.

I never was.

I never will be.

C .D., haven't seen you around.

Took some time off.

Administrative leave.

This is Inspector Reed. She's my new, um... She's new.

Anything? The group therapy alibis I'll check out. And guess who that leaves?

Happy cheating couple.

C .D., you know the drill.

Inspector Reed, follow me and I'll get you set up.

You need to score 105 out of 150 on two silhouettes. You can start any time.

Thank you.

So her husband's a jerk. Why not just leave him?

Because it's a long way from being a secretary to being Mrs. Dr. Henry's $4

million house sheer.

Maybe she didn't want a return ticket.

So she divorces him. She still gets half the house. But it's not just about the

money. It's about the status.

It's about living in his world, his friends, his club membership, his box at

opera. With a divorce, all of that is gone.

With a murder, she's a wealthy grieving widow.

All set.

So Dr. Jerry goes along with this.

You heard him. He wanted everything out in the open. He even told the husband.

He was in love.

But they both had an alibi. They were together all night.

Pretty damn convenient.

149?

That's a new record.

Looks like you're in second place.

She had the record with 148.

Army brat.

Huh? My father was in the military.

Brigadier General.

I learned to shoot before I learned to ride a bike.

So they both knew he would stand at the office all night.

And what to do?

Just drive back, load the weapon, and say goodnight.

Someone must have seen them. I'll recant it.

Their prints weren't on the gun, so they must have worn gloves.

Hell of a lot of blood.

ECD. What will the search warrant for that $4 million house?

Mr. Lowe, San Francisco Police Department. We'd like to ask you a few

Have you ever seen this person?

No. No, I've seen him.

Well, that's not the information we got. We understand that you and Mr. LeLong

were partners.

Hey, Peter.

Wow.

Guess your business isn't what it used to be, huh, Mr. Lowe?

Antibiotics, antidepressants, you've got quite a stash here.

You know, the penalty for illegal drug trafficking is 10 to 20 in the state

Look, Mr. Lowe, you look like a man with some very good taste.

I don't want to see you ruin your life and that of your family because you got

involved with the wrong guy.

You don't think for one minute he'd protect you, do you?

Right?

A burglar trips over the nightstand. He hits his head, knocks himself out, goes,

oh, my God.

Come on.

That was stupid. Not that stupid.

Hello. Hi.

Hi. You got a new partner. Yes, I did.

How is she?

We'll see for yourself.

Angela Reed and the inspectors from the Arizona next end. Hi. Hey. Hey.

Ginny, how are you?

Good. What'd you get?

Parking attendant says no cars left the garage after 10 .30. Came and went

without a trace.

How about the search warrant?

Anytime now. They're gonna pay just... Okay, do you think they got a two -for

-one special?

Absolutely.

So neat.

I was thinking of getting mine, though. Oh, please.

Oh, come on. Is it just another male advertising ploy to make women feel

about themselves?

Our breasts aren't big enough so we have to insert plastic into our chests or

buy a wonder bra?

I don't think it's sexist. Of course it is.

When was the last time you saw a padded jockstrap?

Of course, now, some men are naturally in -depth.

See? You are so thick. I am so single, just like you, my friend.

You need to stop being a soccer mom long enough to think about getting some.

And how long has it been since you got some, Jenny? 24 hours?

Yes, Mom, but I routinely practice safe sex.

Wow, that is a beautiful ring. Thank you. Is your husband a cop?

No, emergency room physician.

Oh, a doctor.

Do you have anything? There you go.

You're going to find someone, Meg.

Yeah, easy for you to say, Miss.

Husband who's a hunk, always buying her expensive stuff.

You know what they say, beware of men bearing gifts.

Yeah.

Well, I think I'm going to give up men.

You? Give up sex?

No, not sex.

Men.

I can be satisfied by heavy machinery.

In fact...

I kind of like the idea of being intimate to something that comes with a

-back guarantee.

Oh, God.

I'm warm, Finn.

Duty calls. All right.

Enjoy my beer. Bye -bye, now. Bye -bye.

Nothing.

Hello said they're going to receive another shipment today.

People drugged.

Hopefully both.

Hey,

how come you never want to talk about Ben's dad?

I tell you, there's nothing to talk about.

Was he a cop?

No, he was a magician. I mentioned the word baby and he disappeared.

a long and broad day like cocky bastard.

Why shouldn't he be? He's been getting away with it for years.

Let's go.

Where'd it go? Do you want hygiene?

Where is it? I don't know. Do you want hygiene?

Down, down. Get on the ground. Down.

Run around.

The long

gone.

Not funny, Peter. Not funny at all.

How do you want to handle this? Go in there, rip Jerry a new one, get him to

roll over on Sylvia, and you can watch from the observation.

Oh, wait a damn. One -on -one, that's how I handle it.

Is that how you and Dick used to do it?

Look, I don't want to fight you on this, but I have a thought.

Dr. Bramson said he was in love with Sylvia. He said he wanted to marry her.

She called it a fling.

Bramson also said the victim was the son of a bitch.

And she describes him as a saint.

Now, if they were in on this together, don't you think they'd get their story

straight?

Maybe Henry wasn't the only manipulator in the family.

Okay, come on.

Oh, now you want me.

Now I can use you.

You're a good cop.

Wake up.

She used you. No.

She hated him. She wanted him out of her life. She was going to divorce him. So

far, you are the only one I've heard mention the word divorce.

She's not capable of murder.

You told Henry about the affair. You bruised his ego. How do you think he

have responded?

I think he asked her for a divorce. That's why she killed him.

Look, Doctor, I understand that you love her and that you thought about a life

together, but just take a second and think about it. You're a psychiatrist.

Fifteen years of abuse, that's a lot of rage.

Five shots to the body and one through the eye from three feet away.

Are you sure that from the time you went to bed to the time you woke up, Sylvia

didn't leave?

Come on, don't you want to know whether you've been sleeping with a murderer?

Oh, my God.

What?

We had a bottle of wine with dinner.

I was so groggy.

Did Sylvia have access to barbiturate, something to make sure you'd sleep

through the night? I just did.

I didn't.

I remember now. I woke up sometime after midnight and I reached for her, but she

wasn't there.

I thought I dreamt that.

Oh, my God.

By the way, before we go any further, you should know you're entitled to have

attorney present.

I don't need an attorney. I haven't done anything wrong, if you're sure.

I'm sure.

Let's go back to the night your husband was shot.

You and Dr. Brampton went to bed around 11 .30. He left at 6.

Correct. And you never left the house in between?

No. It rained the evening your husband was killed.

Did it?

I don't recall.

Do you own a raincoat, Mrs. Scheer?

I own many coats. Including a navy blue Burberry?

I might.

I, um... We searched your house.

We didn't find the coat, but we did find the dry cleaning ticket.

Dropped off the morning after the murder.

That coat is now in our lab.

We already found the bloodstains. Now we're just checking to see if they're

husband's type.

That's ridiculous.

I did not murder my husband.

I mean, I was with Jerry all night.

Ask him.

We did.

You know, whatever you slipped him in the wine, maybe you should have given

just a little bit more.

Because he said he woke up around midnight and you weren't in bed.

I think I'd like an attorney present.

You sure?

Don't tell me anything that's going to aggravate me. I'm off the clock. All

news for a change.

INS agreed not to deport the garment workers based on your material witnesses

an ongoing investigation argument.

Good.

Overtime checks are in.

Oh, juicy tidbit.

Senator Garrett's wife filed for divorce today.

Of course, claiming it had nothing to do with her husband being linked to the

San Francisco madam.

Maybe there's divine justice after all.

Those guys thought they were home free.

What, you're happy the computer screwed up?

What?

Oh, nothing. I was thinking about my daughter.

Me too.

Huh?

My daughter?

The one I'm having?

Now?

Okay. Just relax. Breathe deep.

Hey,

go to sleep.

Did you get the bad guy?

authenticity to be happy to be yours

with you and me just one

Purity, complexity.

I want to move on to the simple things.

I want to discover entirely

myself.

I just want to rest at ease and not people please.

I want to be whole with just you and me.

We'd fit so perfectly.

I'd be naturally myself.

I want to be free.

To be totally myself.

I want to be free.

To be totally myself.