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It makes me feel the way I feel beside
you. Nobody has a touch like yours. You

know I've tried to get up and walk away,
but my heart can't deny you can.

and good for the farmers.

Well, I've never been a farmer, and
every time I tried to grow something, it

died. But if you've got some brandy, I
can sure make us a hot tie. Not tonight,

Gabe.

Not tonight, Gabe.

There you go again.

Cecilia Simon's broken record.

Well, Cecilia Simon happens to be
exhausted.

Dr. Gabe Lindeman wore her out on the
dance floor. Okay.

One teensy little drink. One drink just
to get me back on the road, okay?

I'm sorry.

No. Now, Cecilia, well, it's not fair
the way you're treating me.

I'm over 50, past the hearts and
flowers, and, well, I have strong needs.

So, I guess I gotta say thank you, but
I'm sorry.

There's gotta be women floating around
this town who aren't so damn selfish.

Is this top secret stuff, or am I
allowed to ask what you're making?

Crottish etouffee, New Orleans style.

The trick is to get the roux just the
right color, a nice sort of rich,

brown. Hey, I'm from Boulder, big guy.
What the heck is roux?

Just the primal ingredients in authentic
Cajun cuisine.

If you get it just right, it's magic.

Boy, am I glad I don't have the duty
tonight.

Sure hate to be out and then.

That was wonderful.

What is it?

A little Cajun dish I invented.

Croffet che tu fais, Richard.

I cooked it for a couple of friends of
mine last time I was in New Orleans.

By the time they got through with the
second helping, I had three backers for

Cajun restaurant.

That's wonderful.

You should have done it, Ray.

I bet you would have made a fortune.

Well, you know, that's just one of those
sacrifices you make for your family.

So, from the age of five, you spent your
winter skiing in the Rockies?

What else do red -blooded girls do when
they grow up in Boulder?

What, indeed.

When you were 16, you had a crush on
your ski instructor.

Oh, wrong.

He had a crush on me.

Sorry,

Rick.

He's got his dental hygienist coming
over for dinner.

I lent him the etouffee recipe.

Five will get you ten. He's burned it.
Hello.

Hi, honey. It's Mom.

Hi, Mom.

Everything okay?

Well, I'm fine. I just wanted to see if
the power was out in your area.

No. Power's still on over here.

Well, that's strange. My lights just
went out, and everything across the

seems to be working.

Did you check the block behind you, the
Talbots and the Websters?

No. Well, that's the circuit you're on,
I think.

Why don't you go take a look?

Now?

Cecilia, this is Abby Marsh. I want you
to speak to me. Can you hear me,

Cecilia? This is Lieutenant Marsh of the
San Diego Police Department. Can you

hear me, Cecilia?

What happened?

A .J., what in the hell happened? Rick,
calm down, please.

Your mother was assaulted tonight.

What do you mean, assaulted?

Someone broke into her house. She was
beaten and she was raped.

I'm sorry.

Just please tell me that you caught the
bastard.

No, he was gone.

You're absolutely sure? Yes.

Yes, that's what she told us. And it was
verified by the doctor who examined

her.

Is there anything we can do?

Mom?

I'll need some clothes tomorrow.

They took my clothes.

And they took my new robe.

Your clothing has to be kept for
evidence.

It might help us catch the person who
did this.

On your way back home.

Please make sure the house is locked.

Yes, of course.

I'll pick up some clothes for you.

Abby will do that. She'll do that.

Mom, is there anything you want to tell
us?

No, I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

I meant about the person. Did you see
him?

No, I told you that.

or I was out. It was too dark.

Please, I could do my own talking.

No, Rick, I didn't see him.

After he hit me, shoved me onto the
floor, and held a pillow over my eyes.

So I didn't see him, no.

Otherwise, I would have told someone.

I would have told the policeman who rode
in the ambulance with me.

Mom, uh, do you have a date tonight with
that... Guy, doctor, what's his name?

Gabe Lindeman had nothing to do with
this.

Hey, come on.

Come on, let's all get out of here. This
lady needs her sleep.

Yeah.

Good night, Cecilia.

Good night. I'll... I'll have clothes
for you by checkout time tomorrow.

And I promise, you will get your new
robe back.

I don't want it back.

Ever.

Hey, Rick, hold it.

Okay, look.

Both of you, I know how terrible this
is.

I know how you feel about your mom.

But I want you to stay away from the
investigation, and I don't think I have

explain the reasons why.

Good night, Lieutenant.

Thank you for everything you've done.

What are you doing?

Looking up addresses and phone numbers.

Whose?

Mom's date.

You've really got him tried and
convicted, don't you?

No, I just wanted to make sure I had his
number in case I wanted my back

adjusted.

A .J., the guy is a sleaze.

I happen to know he dates his female
patients, checks the old anatomy, and

he asks them out.

Does it make him a rapist?

That remains to be seen.

The guy who attacked Mom came in through
the kitchen window and there's mud all

over the place. So my question is, if he
had a date with her last night, why

come in through the window when all he
had to do was ring the doorbell?

People with strange minds do strange
things.

Now, this may come as a shock to you,
little brother, but Mom wouldn't be the

first woman to get raped by somebody she
trusted. That happens all the time.

She said it wasn't him.

She said she didn't see who it was. Now,
in case you missed the point, that's a

mixed message.

Has it occurred to you, Rick, that the
reason you're so eager to railroad Dr.

Gabe is because he's younger than Mom,
he's good -looking, and he's sexually

active, and that offends your middle
-aged morality?

What are you looking at?

The man out there.

Ralph Snyder. Ralph Snyder.

Well, A .J., that's about as original as
saying the butler did it.

I caught him peeking into Mom's kitchen
window last year. He said he smelled

smoke. But as I recall, Rick, you and I
both...

Thought he was spying on Mom. Okay, so
Ralph is a little weird. He's been away.

He's been in a mental institution. If
you believe old lady Watkins across the

street, yeah. I think it's worth
checking out. Fine, you do that. You do

whatever the hell you want. I'll see you
at the hospital.

How are you feeling?

I've just been sitting here looking out
the window.

It's lovely.

Storms make things seem so clear.

Everything seems close, bright.

This was the kind of day when Jack and I
were married.

You could see so far out into the ocean.

You knew the world was actually round.

What was he like?

You're Jack.

Difficult. Impulsive.

Kind and thoughtful.

Hot -tempered.

Sometimes very, very gentle.

Jack lived on the edge.

Like Rick.

He used to say to me, Thief, Richard's
my son and Andrew's yours.

Of course, I disagreed.

Things I saw in him are the best things
I see in A .J.

Then you must have loved him very much.

I have a confession, Abby.

I met a man recently.

who reminded me of Jack.

In a physical way, only that.

The man you were out with last night?

And the funny thing is, if I had done
what he wanted, he would have stayed

and none of this would have happened.

And even funnier, I almost did.

You see, I've been sitting here
thinking.

I brought this on myself. I know I did.

Cecilia, I am not going to allow you to
believe that.

Yes, I did.

I wanted something that was wrong.

My own stupid desire brought this on.

I got exactly what I deserved.

Nick, you've got to run somebody for me.
Lindeman. Gabriel S. Lindeman. He's a

chiropractor. The answer is no, Rick.

Absolutely flat out no. Why?

Because he cares about you.

He cares about you, and he cares about
your mother. If he did, he would help

and so would you. I already ran Dr.
Lindeman.

He doesn't have a criminal record, and
he's not listed as a sex offender. Well,

I've talked to a couple of doctors who
know him. He is prone to violence.

He has fits of temper. He dates his
patients, and I happen to know for a

that he's busted up at least two
marriages. I talked to him. I questioned

man. He has an alibi for the exact time
your mother was attacked.

Convenient.

Do you want to calm down and hear me
out?

I don't want to hear any

damn lectures.

No lectures.

I was going to tell you a little story.

About five years ago,

The daughter of one of our captains was
raped.

This man was the best investigator I
ever knew. A couple of hours after the

attack, they caught a suspect and the
captain went in to interrogate him.

Only, instead of asking him any
questions, he just stood there, six feet

and emptied his service revolver.

The day after that suspect died, the
real rapist walked into the squad room

made a full confession.

Do you get my point?

No. Rick, I think your mother knows a
lot more than she's telling us.

I think she might even be suppressing
information.

What? She is so disconnected from
reality, she's even blaming herself for

happened. Why?

That is what the mind does. It plays
little games.

Well, I guess Mom is going to need some
counseling, some professional help. So

will you.

And so will AJ.

Hey, Rick, come on.

You've all been walloped.

Done.

I know how that can be.

It makes you numb. You walk around in a
daze.

And then, all of a sudden, God focuses
the projector, and whammo,

the devastation begins.

Now, it's going to happen, Rick.

That's why you and AJ need to support
your mother and yourselves, and you stay

away from this investigation as if it
was a basket filled with rattlesnakes.

Do you hear me?

Oh, while we were at the house, Mr. and
Mrs. McKee were called. They'd like to

come and visit.

I can't see anyone right now.

You're not going to believe this. Guess
who sent flowers?

That woman down the street you think
doesn't like you? Mrs. Ballard? News

around pretty fast, doesn't it?

Mom, at least we're there. There was an
ambulance. Why would anyone send

flowers?

Mom, you all right?

I'm sorry.

The noise startled me.

AJ, you got the key?

Yeah.

You got a mind like an alligator?

Once it bites down on something, it's
not going to let go. This is from the

man's pit bull.

Um, tell you what, Mom, why don't you go
on upstairs, lie down, and I'll bring

you some lunch.

I'm not an invalid, A .J., so please
don't treat me like one.

I'm sorry, forgive me.

You're both wonderful.

But if I stay here, there are going to
be certain rules.

Sounds like the old days.

Number one, I can take care of myself by
myself.

Number two, no nursemaids or bodyguards.
You both belong at the office.

Well, actually, my original plan for the
day was to take some time off. No, it

wasn't.

Boys, I'm safe here, and I feel fine.

The only thing that will make me feel
bad is if the two of you hang around

long faces.

Hey, listen, it's no problem.

I'll give you everything I got.

Listen. You and I go all the way back to
junior high, my friend.

That's a hell of a lot of years.

Okay.

Here's what we got. The guy's a
secretor, type B blood, which isn't too

so that's going to be a help.

He's got medium black hair.

We found a couple of strands of it on
your mother's robe.

And you might find this interesting.

Show print?

Yeah. Found it right outside the kitchen
window.

The reason it's so clear is because of
the rain.

You notice how distinct the impression
is?

It was made by a boat shoe.

Times change, huh? You remember when we
were kids? We used to call them

moccasins.

Any idea the size?

Yeah, big.

Size 12.

The man who smoked this has black hair
that's big enough to wear a size 12.

Any chance of getting a blood type?

Your buddy, I'll give it a try.

Thank you dad.

I Can't tell you how much I appreciate
it.

Hey Don't mention it Somebody did this
to my mother.

I'd find the bastard and I'd kill him
lab It's precisely

what I intend to do

Me está diciendo la verdad.

Muchas gracias, señorita.

I aseguro que esto será completamente
confidencial.

Y no tiene preocuparse.

Sí. Gracias.

Adiós.

Well, guess what?

I just broke down Doc Lindeman's flabby
alibi.

And you never managed to bring in the
mail? He told Abigail that after he left

Mom last night, he went straight home.

That he forgot his key, that he had to
wake his housekeeper. That just happened

to be the exact time of the attack.

Tilting at windmills, Rick.

Oh, really?

Well, I just spoke to his housekeeper. I
told her I was from immigration, needed

a little information.

She says Doc Lindeman didn't wake her up
last night, that she has no idea what

time he got in.

The man who attacked Mom has black hair.

Dr. Lindeman, I am happy to say, does
not.

Now I get it. Now I know where we've
been. We've been to visit our old high

school chums. Down at the crime lab,
such as it is.

Facts are facts, Rick. Yeah.

The man who assaulted Mom has black
hair. And here's another fact.

So does Ralph Snyder.

A .J., if this were a hundred years ago,
you'd have that poor man hanging from a

tree. Yeah, that's right.

He'd be swinging off the same limb as
Dr. Gabriel Lindeman.

And I'd be right and you'd be wrong.

A .J.

Hair doesn't prove a damn thing.

Hair at a crime scene could come from
anybody. Hell, it might be mine.

I have done some checking, Rick.

The man has been in not one, but two
mental institutions.

Oh, well, let's forget a hundred years
ago. We've skipped right back to the

Middle Ages. Let's just tie the poor guy
up to a stake and set the fire.

Fine, fine. You just keep your damned
head right in the sand. That's where it

belongs most of the time anyway.

I hate to say where you got yours.

Oh, I didn't expect you until five.

Um, I'd like you to meet Harvey Loomis.
He's from Bayfront Realty. Hi. Hi.

Thank you, Mrs. Simon.

The way the demand is now, I don't think
it should take very long at all. Thank

you.

What's going on?

I'm selling my house.

Don't jump to any conclusions.

I was going to do it anyway. That place
is just too big for me.

It's too much to take care of. I should
have sold it years ago.

Are you sure this doesn't have something
to do... Isn't that what I just said?

So you're going to get a smaller place,
is that it?

No, I'm leaving San Diego.

I may go to New Mexico or maybe
someplace in Colorado.

Abby was born in Boulder.

Mom, it doesn't really sound like you've
thought this out too thoroughly.

I mean, shouldn't you have some sort of
plan before you just sell the house?

I really don't want to discuss it
anymore.

Mom.

There is no reason for you to leave San
Diego.

We're going to catch the guy. He will be
sent away.

You'll be safe here.

We're here. All your friends are here.

Stop it.

Just stop it. Just leave me alone.

I say we should take it slowly.

You say we're not just showing.

Cecilia Simon's phone, aren't you?

One of them.

I heard what happened. How is she?

Not too good, Doc. Not too good at all.

I tried to call, but apparently she
didn't go back home. Where is she?

None of your damn business.

Did you come here to harass me? Is that
what this is all about?

Why would I want to harass anybody?

I came for a quick score, Doc, just like
you.

Whatever you think about me, you're
wrong.

Now I did not rape your mother. I happen
to like your mother.

I happen to find your mother very
attractive.

And I have every intention of seeing her
again.

Don't just see you.

Got it.

Hello. AJ, Doug Carrier. Hi, how are
you? I got the information you wanted.

Good.

The guy who smoked that cigarette you
gave me?

His blood type is B.

I see.

Been trying to call you all morning.

Sorry, I got up with the chickens.

Went shopping for a little evidence. AJ,
before you start... No, Rick!

This time I've got it all.

The man who assaulted Mom, Sir Gardner's
name is Ralph Snyder. He has black

hair.

He has type B blood.

And I found these on the floor of his
pigsty closet.

I found this in his closet.

This is Mom's dress. I should know. I
bought it for her last Christmas.

Now, either you arrest this bastard, or
I will send you his mail parts wrapped

up in butcher paper.

AJ, this may be your mother's dress, and
I will find out how it got into his

closet, but he was not the man who
assaulted her.

Would you please just listen to her?

Another woman was attacked last night,
less than four blocks from your mother's

house.

She was able to ID a suspect, a 20 -year
-old who also lives in the

neighborhood.

Now... I have got all the evidence I
need to be certain it's the same man who

attacked your mother.

Where were you?

It's Scott Hemming.

Oh, come on. That's impossible.

The woman recognized him. We picked him
up on his way home from her house.

And he signed a full confession.

Did you read it?

Did it say anything about Mom?

No, he's denying that. Because he didn't
do it.

He used to play catch with him, for
God's sake. He was Mom's paper boy.

Yes, and we fixed his 10 -speed for him,
and we used to take him to the beach.

I know how you're feeling because I feel
exactly the same way, but I also know

that you and I have been acting like a
couple of plain damn fools, going around

bullying people. It's time we butted out
and let the police handle it. Rick,

what is wrong with you?

First you go chasing off after Gabriel
Lindeman, and now you're willing to flip

-flop and say that this kid that Mom
practically raised...

And what about Ralph Snyder? I brought
you enough evidence to put him away for

20 years. Hey, A .J., if you would calm
down for one minute, you'd realize any

evidence you get breaking and entering
becomes fruit of a poison tree.

A first -year law student would throw
that out of court so fast it'd make your

head spin. Yeah, but it still proves
Snyder did it. No, I don't agree.

And I'll show you why.

Here's his confession.

He raped a woman named Sarah Weaver
exactly 24 hours after your mother's

It was the same neighborhood and same M
.O. He entered through an unlocked

window.

He beat her, and then he raped her.

It could be a coincidence.

Lieutenant. Yeah.

Here's the stuff you wanted, sir.

Okay.

This is a plaster mold we made of the
shoe print we found outside of Cecilia's

kitchen window.

Obviously, you already knew about this,
which leads me to believe there are some

loose lips in the crime lab, which I
can't wait to stitch together with

wire.

Here, be my guest.

That is just a few sizes too small.

So, unless this came from someone else's
closet, I'd say this pretty much

eliminates Mr. Snyder. The casts are not
100 % accurate.

This one is.

I have already got this little monster
on one rape charge, and I am damn well

going to get him on both.

That's ridiculous.

That's absurd.

How dare you even suggest such a thing?

Mom, they have evidence to back it up.

They have a cast of his shoe print that
was found right under your kitchen

window. Well, why wouldn't it be there?

He makes his spending money doing odd
jobs.

Last week, he cleaned all my downstairs
windows.

Go look.

You'll probably find a hundred shoe
prints.

I knew there had to be a simple
explanation for all this.

E .J., do you really think I would force
a 20 -year -old into signing a false

statement?

Things happen.

And kids get so frightened they don't
know what they're doing.

Thank God someone in this group is still
sane.

You said that you couldn't see the
person who attacked you.

That he...

Had he held a pillow over your face?

Yes, and it was pitch dark.

Then how can you be so certain of an
identification, even of who it wasn't?

Rick, there are certain things about
certain acts a woman knows by instinct.

Without eyes, without seeing.

If you don't believe me, I suggest you
ask Abigail.

I'm sorry, I was just trying to...

I know exactly what you were trying.

You hoped to catch me in a lie.

You hoped to trick me.

Well, for the last time, I am absolutely
positive it was not Gabriel Lindemann,

or God forgive me for even saying it,
poor little Scott Henning.

Where are you going?

Until the house sells, I'm moving into
the Shadow Pines Motel.

Something you always did pretty well was
to teach us to say what was on our

mind. So I got to tell you, what you're
doing right now is running away.

Well, there's one thing you don't know.

I'm hanging on by a thread right now.

So you can help all of you by at least
letting me

breathe.

Cecilia?

I do have one favor.

The other woman who was attacked, Sarah
Weaver, I'd like you to see her.

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah? This is Cecilia Simon. I told you
she might come.

Here she is.

I'll leave you two alone.

You don't have to say anything. I know
how you feel.

It's terrible right now.

It's awful.

But I promise you, it'll get better.

You just have to learn to lean on
people, people you love and friends.

And what I want you to know is that I'll
be here any time you need me.

That's a promise.

Poor woman, I think she's a lot worse
than I was Abby I want to

thank you for bringing me here.

I think I can help that woman And you
know, I think it might even help me

Well, I should be going I don't want to
hold any of you up

When his grandmother died, he didn't
leave my kitchen. He said he felt safe.

said he felt warm.

He said I was going to take her place.

It's all right, Mom.

It's all right.

Oh, poor woman.

I don't know how she feels.

Who's going to tell Frank and Mary?

He's their whole life.

I'm so ashamed.

So awful.

Why did he hurt me like that? Why? What
did I do?

What did I do? I can't stand it.

I can't stand it. Let it out, Mom. Let
it out. Let it out. You'll see.

You'll see. You'll be okay.

It's all right, Mom. Here.

We're here.