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ALLISON: I had this friend, back in college.

She used to say there's someone for everyone.

That no matter who you are,

there's one person out there who can make you happy.

One person who can make you whole.

I don't know if that's true or not,

but it is a comforting idea.

Comforting, that is, until you start to think about

all the people who never find "the one."

I mean, it's a big world.

You could spend your whole life looking

and never find that person.

Or worse,

you could cross paths with your soul mate

and never even know it.

But what if there was a way

to prevent these missed connections?

What if you could look at the person who's right for you

and just know?

Say you were born with something

that only one other person in the world had.

Then you'd never walk away from your one true love.

Wouldn't it be nice?

Wouldn't it be a whole lot better?

(phone ringing)

(phone continues ringing)

Hello.

Hey, it's Lee. Sorry to call so early,

but we just found another woman's body in Centennial Park.

ALLISON: Oh, no.

Strangled with a length of wire and left on a jogging path,

same as the first two victims.

Manny's on his way, asked me to give you a call.

I'll be right there.

Hey. Honey, I gotta go.

Yeah, I heard.

Okay.

Mm. What was that about?

I'm so glad we found each other.

Mm-hmm.

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(birds chirping)

Hey.

Where's Mommy?

Oh. Mommy had to go to work.

Why? What's wrong?

I had a bad dream.

A really bad dream.

The kind where somebody gets murdered.

JOE: Sweetie, I understand you're scared,

but you really have to tell me what you saw.

Hmm?

Honey, listen,

if somebody got hurt, or-or somebody's going to get hurt,

we want to be able to help them.

Right? Right? Yeah?

Okay. Hey, Marie,

how many, um, how many people were in your dream?

Two.

Okay. And, uh, and do you know where they were?

MARIE: They were in a hotel.

I know 'cause there was a towel on the floor that said

Shan... Shan-gri-la.

Okay, the-the Shangri-La Hotel.

See? That was easy.

And these people, they were...

There was a lady, and a really angry man,

and they were in their underpants.

Their underpants?

And the really

angry man and the lady were wrestling on the bed.

Wait. This... this happened on a bed?

MARIE: He was biting her neck,

and she was scratching his back,

and she kept screaming, "Yes, yes, yes!"

But it didn't matter.

Even though he got his answer,

he kept wrestling her.

JOE: Ah-ha.

BRIDGETTE: You want to tell her, or should I?

Tell me what?

Hey, Marie, I, uh...

We don't think that you saw somebody getting murdered.

No?

Far from it. I mean, those people, they were...

Hey!

What?

I want to know.

They were... they were playing.

They... they liked each other.

So they were playing.

But why didn't they have any clothes on?

BRIDGETTE: I'm thinking that they were washing them.

Yeah. They were probably just waiting for the clothes

to come out... of the dryer.

You think that's what it was?

I think that's a very distinct possibility.

Their clothes were in the hotel dryer,

and they had to wait for them.

So they played.

On the bed.

Yep.

Yep.

Makes sense.

Okay.

(siren chirps)

ALLISON: Come on.

SCANLON: Hey.

I'm really hoping you got something to tell me.

I just got done interviewing the park rangers,

and none of them saw anything.

Something wrong? Have I got something on my forehead?

No... No, I just, uh...

Lee, uh... these people over here,

you don't notice anything strange about them, do you?

I don't know.

The reporters, I get. The rest of them,

I always wonder what they do for a living,

that they can just stand around watching us...

stand around.

Yeah. I always wondered about that, too.

SCANLON: Name's Melinda Sully.

According to her roommate, she commuted to work on her bike.

Used to cut through the park if she was running late.

Roommate begged Melinda to stop using the park

after the killings started, but, uh,

Melinda figured all the murders

seemed to be happening first thing in the morning.

Our best guess is that, uh,

the Strangler assaulted her last night, on her way home.

The forensic team find any evidence we can use?

No, not a thing.

Just like the first two victims.

Guy's a clean freak.

DINOVI: Okay, great.

Okay.

Just got off the phone with the mayor.

He wants you to know that you have

whatever you need to catch this guy.

You both have suns.

You both match.

Excuse me?

Nothing. Detective, may I speak with you?

I was just thinking.

Excuse me, sir. Do you know that man?

Nope, haven't a clue.

Guess there's only one way to find out. Excuse me.

Uh, that's okay.

Thank you.

Oh, thank... Hey, I'm so sorry to bother you.

I, um, I'm just kind of anxious to talk to somebody

involved in the investigation.

Well, my name's Allison Dubois.

I'm with the District Attorney's office.

Maybe I can help you.

Great! I'm Gil Bureli.

I'm, uh, I'm president of the

local small business association.

The Centennial Park Small Business Association.

The thing is,

this, uh, this man, who keeps killing all these women?

Um, the media keeps calling him the Centennial Park Strangler.

And, uh, we, as the Centennial Park Small Business Association,

we kinda, you know,

we kinda got some concerns about that, you know?

(laughs)

So you don't like what we're calling the murderer.

Yeah. I know, I-I-I know it sounds kinda callous.

(stammering) I know three women have been killed,

I know this is the last thing on your mind,

but honestly, it is, it's really bad for business,

and, you know, my colleagues and I, we were wondering if...

if there's a press conference or something

and if they can maybe call him by a different name

without Centennial Park in it.

I mean, I got some ideas I could tell you...

Well, I can't promise you anything, but I'll mention it.

Oh, that is awesome, awesome.

Let me give you my card. Thank you so much.

It's got my name and my number on it, if you know of anything.

ALLISON: "Gilberto's.

Come and eat your heart out."

Yeah, that's my restaurant.

I'm cooking supper up there every single night.

Come on over.

Anyways, uh...

so, you know, if anything comes up, just let me know.

Okay. Thanks. Thank you so much.

Thanks. Sure.

JOE: So I've read your report,

and I have to say,

I-I can't make hide nor hair of it.

The client wanted to know

if they could apply a plasma-assisted

Fischer-Tropsch process to the mass production of Syngas.

That's all they wanted to know.

I've been through this thing twice, and I can't figure out

if the answer's yes or no.

I know it's inconclusive.

The results were inconclusive.

I think Lydia and I just need a little more time.

We don't have any more time, Dave.

And I have a really hard time understanding

how two qualified engineers

can spend the better part of a month

working on this thing and not crack it.

If you weren't making headway, you should've come to me.

What happened?

I don't know, it always seemed like

the answer was right around the corner.

(sigh)

Lydia? You have nothing to add?

Well, e-mail me the document, and I'll spend

this afternoon and probably the better part of this evening

going through it, and see if I can

find a way to salvage this thing.

Okay. Thanks.

LYDIA: Joe?

Yeah?

I-I wanted to apologize.

The truth is, I really couldn't focus during the project.

Maybe I should've come to you, talked to you about it.

I-I really wasn't sure what to do.

I'm sorry, Lydia, I don't understand

what you're talking about.

Dave.

He just keeps coming onto me.

I told him I wasn't interested,

I'm still telling him I'm not interested,

but the guy doesn't want to hear it.

It's pretty much impossible for me to work with him.

I'm sorry to burden you with this,

but you are my direct supervisor.

DAVE: She's dreaming.

The woman is out of her mind.

Well, she's saying that she can't work with you, Dave.

Y-you know what this is.

This is her setting me up to take the fall

on that report you didn't like.

I swear to you, this is totally bogus.

I mean, we worked late a few times.

I asked her if she wanted to grab some dinner.

Same way I'd ask you if we worked late,

"Do you want to grab a bite?"

I wasn't hitting on her.

Okay. Well, I wasn't there, so I don't know who said what to who.

I'm just saying you're lucky that she came to me with this,

because if she felt like she was being harassed,

she could've gone straight to Human Resources...

HR? Come on.

Look. I know you've got a lot on your plate,

I know we kinda dropped the ball on that report,

I didn't do anything out of line,

but if it'll make your life easier, I'll apologize to Lydia.

No, don't do that.

Just steer clear of her for a little while, okay?

Well, I feel like I gotta do something.

Can I at least help you with the mop-up on our report?

Uh, no. That's okay. I'll handle the report.

Best thing you can do for me right now

is just not make this worse.

JOE: Hey, Al, you in there?

ALLISON: I'm back here!

Girls are eating dinner.

ALLISON (laughs): Yes!

Yes! Yes!

You have a star!

We're a match! Yes.

I have a star, you have a star, we're a match.

I beg your pardon?

Well, ever since this morning, I've been seeing

these weird little symbols over people's heads,

and I didn't really know what to make of it.

And then I saw Lynn and Lee standing next to each other,

and they both had these little sun icons over their heads,

and they were a match.

How lovely for them.

And now... I see that we match.

We have stars!

I have a star, you have a star.

We have stars, we match.

Are you okay?

Yeah, this is good news, right?

Yeah, no, it's great, it's exciting.

You're seeing love matches,

Marie's dreaming about people having sex.

So I'm just wondering,

hey, I'm just wondering if maybe we should take a drive

down to the hospital

have the neurologist on call take a look at you,

see if he thinks this is as much fun as you do.

Honey, why? Why would we do that?

Well, we would do that because, Al,

last year you had a stroke and a tumor.

'Cause I just want to make sure there's nothing wrong with you.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Paging Dr. Bender.

Paging Dr. Bender. Come on.

It's been two hours since we got that CAT scan.

When do you think we're going to be able to see a doctor?

Hey. Doctor's gonna walk in in exactly...

Oh, wait a second, you're the psychic in the family.

Why don't you tell me when the doctor's going to get here?

What are you so angry and impatient about?

Hmm?

Just trying to make sure you're okay, okay?

Maybe just tell yourself you're doing it for me.

(knock on door)

(door opens)

I'm sorry to make you wait, Mrs. Dubois.

Just now got the results of your test.

I'm Doctor Bennette,

and I'm happy to say that there's nothing wrong with you.

Nothing at all abnormal in your scan.

If these, uh, if these hallucinations persist,

we can take another look,

but for tonight, based on what I see,

you're fine. You can go home.

All right. Well, thank you, thank you.

Sorry to bring you out here in the middle of the night.

Oh, no problem.

Now, do you have any questions for me?

You know, I just have one.

Are you seeing someone?

Okay, so now you're Cupid?

(giggles) Stop.

I'm just saying.

With everything that's been going on,

with everything that I've been seeing?

I think something's trying to tell me

that this man

and this woman

belong together.

That's all.

Al, you don't know either of these people.

Why are you getting involved?

Why are you being such a grump?

Come on, babe, this is nice.

This is fun.

Most of the stuff that I see

is so full of darkness and death and...

You know what? This is a chance

to do something positive.

This is a chance to make two people very happy.

Oh, my God, you're not actually calling one of them, are you?

Shh, grumpy man!

Come on, I have a match to make.

Hi. Hello. Dr. Bennette.

This is Allison Dubois.

Um, you just treated me, it's Tuesday night.

Uh, I just really want to thank you

for coming down to the hospital,

and, uh, for being so reassuring.

And you know, there was something about you

that I just thought we could be great friends.

And I know this great little Italian restaurant.

So, give me a call.

Um, 602-555-0147 if you're free.

(laughs)

(woman gasping and choking)

(choking, crying)

(gasps)

(phone rings)

MAN (over intercom): Mr. Dubois?

What is it, Carter?

I have to get this report out.

I know, you didn't want to be disturbed,

but I have Mr. Burroughs on the line?

I told her I was sorry. Is that a crime?

I thought we agreed you weren't going to talk to her at all.

No. No, we never said that.

You never said that. Yes, we did.

Hold on a second. You said not to make it worse.

I told you to stay clear of her for a few days. I apologized.

How could that make it worse?

I don't know, David. You tell me.

The company's being sued, all right?

She's suing us. Apparently over something that you said.

Look, all I said to her is that we had spoken,

and that I was sorry.

And that... it was a real shame.

What's a real shame?

That apparently we can't have dinner

because we work together, and that maybe if we're lucky,

one of us will get fired so it won't be a problem anymore.

That last part was a joke.

Hold on a second, you said maybe one of you will get fired?

You outrank her.

You've worked on this project longer than her.

Don't you see how that could be construed as a threat?

Joe... how am I supposed to know she can't take a joke?

You weren't supposed to be talking to her

in the first place!

You know what? Go home!

What?

Come on, Joe, this ridicu...

The company's in litigation because of you.

I can't trust you to stay away from this woman.

I don't have a choice.

You're suspended until further notice.

Allison. Hi.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Doctor.

Judy. It's a cozy place.

Oh, I am so glad you made it,

I am so glad you found it. Oh, hey.

I don't know that I've ever had a patient call me

and ask me to lunch to thank me before.

Certainly never a patient who's, um,

how do you think of yourself?

As famous? Or notorious?

I don't think I'm notorious.

I-I don't even really think I'm famous.

I just think I'm me.

I don't know. I find people like you--

the idea of people like you-- fascinating.

WAITER: You two need a few more minutes?

Um, I don't think we had a chance to look, yet.

Take your time.

Oh, wait. There is one thing.

The chef here's the owner, isn't he?

I think I met him the other day. I'd love to say hello.

WAITER: Yeah, well, he's usually back there cooking,

but I'm not even sure he's coming in today.

His assistant's manning the kitchen right now.

Can I give him a message for you?

Mm, no. I guess we just need a second here.

WAITER: I'll stop back.

So I-I, uh, have to ask...

How does it work? I mean...

Take me. You don't even know me, and we...

But do you just meet someone like me and see things, or...?

You know, it's different for everyone.

There's really no rules, nothing that you can count on.

Although I have to say, I had a very strong instinct about you,

when you came into the hospital last night.

What, oh, good news? Bad news?

It's good news.

I mean, I think,

although I really don't know your situation.

My situation...

Well, it was...

it was kind of a romantic instinct.

I really sensed that you were going to meet this man,

and he was going to be the right man for you,

and it was going to happen so fast...

But, I mean, I don't know, you could have a husband

who you love, and this could be a terrible mistake...

Oh, I have a fabulous condo

and a cat who meows when I come home at night

and a car I treat as if it's my child.

No. No...

Where is he? When is all this gonna happen?

You don't even have to buy me lunch, now,

this is so much better.

(both laugh)

Uh, well, I don't know, you know?

I really thought it was going to happen today,

but now I'm thinking...

Uh, you know what?

Just forget what I said.

I don't know what I'm talking about.

Just... order something. Order something expensive.

Order two things.

Order something for your cat!

(both laugh)

That was fun. And delicious.

Again, thank you so much for coming in last night.

And please just forget everything I said in there.

Not on your life.

When I-when I meet him, I'll call you.

(laughs) Bye.

Bye.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Lee.

I just wanted you to know

I just got back from sorting through piles of doggy-doo

at Centennial Park.

Tell me you found something.

(car engine starts)

That wire was right where you said it'd be.

Lab says the blood on the wire's Melinda Sully's.

But they also found some fingerprints on the gloves

that were in the bag,

and on the bag itself.

We think those belong to the Strangler.

That's great.

Well, they don't match anything we have on file

but still, it's a hell of a lot more than we had this morning.

(tires screeching)

SCANLON: What was that? You okay?

Uh, yeah. No, I'm fine, it's just a little fender-bender.

Listen, Lee, I've gotta go.

(hangs up)

GIL: Oh, man, I am so sorry.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm-I'm-I'm fine.

I shouldn't have backed up so fast.

Ay, ay...

Well, it doesn't look that bad.

You know, we should probably exchange information

for insurance purposes. Oh, right.

You know what? This is my fault. I was going way too fast.

I... God, I was late for work. I don't know why

I think they can't do the lunch rush without me.

You work here?

Yeah, I'm the owner.

You know what?

Would you want to... would you want to come for dinner tonight?

Excuse me?

I mean, I hit your car.

I mean, the least I can do is cook you a nice dinner.

You can bring a friend, you can bring your family, uh...

God, bring a bunch of strangers, if you want.

(laughs)

(Allison clears her throat)

I'm ready to accept your apology anytime now.

Congratulations. Keep it.

You stuck to your guns and created a car accident.

They liked each other.

They had chemistry. I saw it.

Yoo-hoo, are you listening to me?

Hey, you know, you play your cards right,

I might have one match left in me tonight.

What the hell? According to this,

Lydia is going to name me as a party in her suit.

It says I fostered a hostile work environment

by failing to take the proper corrective measures.

Huh? What?

It's all right here.

These are the papers she served the company this afternoon.

I gotta send an e-mail.

I gotta respond to this. Well, how are you going to respond?

I-I don't know. I gotta let them know that... I'll hire a lawyer

or I'll file a countersuit

or whatever it takes to keep my name out of this.

I mean, these are lies. This woman's playing dirty.

I got to show her that if-if she's gonna be coming after me,

I'm gonna go after her.

Go... you go ahead, just go to sleep.

(door closes)

I-I just wanted you to know I never do things like this.

Oh, okay.

Eat till I'm stuffed. (chuckles)

Drink till I'm silly.

Stay out late with a guy I just met.

I'm a doctor; I'm not an impulsive person.

Oh, okay.

So, why me? Why tonight?

I don't know. You seem nice.

Oh, okay.

And you're cute.

Oh, thank you very much.

Someone told me to be on the lookout for a guy like you.

Really? Wow, that's funny.

'Cause, um...

I've always been on the lookout for someone like you.

Do you want some more wine?

Uh, yeah.

Cool.

It's so beautiful.

I never knew about this spot.

Oh, oh!

I love, love, love it here.

It's like my own private little oasis, my own private

little piece of heaven.

(muffled gagging)

It's nice, right?

It's like there's nobody else in the world.

(gasping)

(cell phone rings)

Hello?

It's Lee.

Sorry to wake you, but I thought you'd want to know.

The Strangler killed another woman last night.

Dr. Judith... Dr. Judy Bennett.

You get a hold of anyone?

Davalos.

I talked to Davalos. I told him everything that I know.

So, that's it. Right?

You told him who the killer is,

gave him his name, where he works?

Yeah.

(sobbing)

Allison...

I don't understand.

I... I thought that they were a match.

I thought that they were supposed to be together.

She was so nice at the hospital.

She was so nice at lunch, and she trusted me.

And I introduced her to a killer.

No, you didn't actually introduce her.

Yes, I did, I brought them together.

I thought that's what I was supposed to do.

(sobbing)

I thought that's what I was supposed to do.

Hey, Joe.

Hi.

So, what's next?

I'm ready to work.

You know, ever since I told you about David,

you haven't thrown any new projects my way.

I'm just trying to be smart about it.

Trying to find the right thing.

(alarm chirps)

Really?

How hard is it to look?

You know what, Lydia? With everything that's going on,

I think it's probably not a good idea

for us to talk without attorneys present.

So, I'll see you inside.

You were... you were busy last night, huh?

I got a call from my attorney first thing this morning.

He said your attorney e-mailed him,

something about reserving your right to file a countersuit.

Yeah, I really don't want to discuss this here.

Well, I just want you to know I don't think that's a good idea.

It's just so close to being over.

The company's already talking settlement.

Yeah, well, the company's

not the only party named in the lawsuit,

so they gotta do what they gotta do

and I gotta do what I gotta do.

Ow.

That really hurts.

Yeah, I think that's definitely gonna leave a mark, don't you?

What are you doing?

This is where you grabbed me

when I told you I wouldn't drop my lawsuit.

You asked me to meet you here.

I thought that was weird, but you said it was important.

You said we needed to talk.

Remember?

It's good timing, actually, 'cause I was

just about to go to my attorney's office.

I'm sure he'll be very interested in photographing my injury.

That's not gonna work.

Oh, I think it's gonna work magnificently.

Joe, come on.

Look, I just want things to go smoothly.

And forget your countersuit.

I'm not coming after you, anyway.

I only named you

because you're my direct supervisor

and I needed to turn the heat up on the company.

But I don't... I don't want your money.

I just want a settlement.

So, why don't you just sit back, let the law take its course?

This'll all be over before you know it.

I can't believe you're just going to let him go.

DAVALOS: We have no choice.

Forensics just got done comparing his prints

to the prints on the baggie and the glove

we found near Melinda's body.

There is no match. It's not even close.

No, he is the Strangler.

I saw him kill Judy Bennett.

I-I saw them together.

Bureli admits to meeting Dr. Bennett yesterday.

He described the same car accident you did.

He even admits to serving her a free meal at his restaurant

yesterday evening.

But according to Bureli, that's as far as it went.

His employees confirm

that he left work alone at the end of the night.

Nothing at all to indicate

that they were together when Dr. Bennett was killed.

But they were, and he killed her.

I know you believe that,

but there's simply no evidence to support it.

We've searched the victim's car, we searched Bureli's apartment.

I can't hold the man any longer.

Let him go!

(sighs)

Don't look so defeated.

Because of you we have the Strangler's prints.

The fact that they're not Gil Bureli's...

But we'll find him, you know we'll find him.

JOE: Well, look at it this way.

You thought you'd introduced her to her killer, but it turns out

you didn't, so that's got to be some relief, right?

She's still dead. Doesn't help me make sense

of the fact that I saw him kill her.

You know, there was nothing ambiguous about it.

There was nothing coded or veiled.

I just don't know how I could have been so wrong.

MARIE: Daddy, remember those grown-ups

in their underpants I told you about at the hotel?

Wow, do I feel left out.

Uh, oh, yes, yes, sweetie, what about them?

Why were their pictures on the kitchen table?

(sighs)

These are the two people

that you saw on the bed together in the hotel?

Mm-hmm. I had another dream about them tonight,

and they were doing it again in the exact same spot.

Oh, I think you're wrong, honey.

I know these people; I work with them.

They don't like each other very much.

I don't think they'd play on a bed together.

But they do.

They do it at the Shangri-La Hotel,

and I seen it two times now.

(muffled choking)

(muffled choking)

(panting)

So, what you're telling me is that Dr. Bennett

is both a victim of the Centennial Park Strangler

and the Strangler herself?

I don't know what I'm telling you;

I'm just telling you what I dreamt.

Dr. Bennett murdered Melinda Sully.

I'm... dubious.

But it's easy enough to check.

We can take fingerprints off the doctor's corpse

and compare them to the ones we took off the plastic bag

and gloves we found.

But now let's talk about the elephant in the room.

Putting aside the question of why a neurologist

would strangle a women to death with piano wire,

there's a small matter of Dr. Bennett's murder, because

I think we can both agree she didn't strangle herself.

Maybe there's more than one.

Sorry. More than one what?

More than one Strangler.

ALLISON: Mr. Bureli.

(sighs) It's my friend at city hall.

You know, when I asked you to ask the people you work with

to call the Centennial Park Strangler another name,

Gil Bureli wasn't really the name I had in mind.

We solved the stranglings-- at least one of them, anyway.

We found a murder weapon and some fingerprints

near the body of Melinda Sully, the third victim.

Turns out the fingerprints belong to Dr. Judy Bennette.

What?

Wait a second. The lady that was here the other night?

I-I thought she was...

Killed by the Strangler herself? Yeah. I know.

Doesn't make much sense, does it?

But we've been doing a little research

into Dr. Bennette-- where she was

the night of the first two killings--

and it turns out that Dr. Bennette was speaking

at a medical conference in Denver the first night,

and the second night, she was staying

with her sister in Santa Fe,

so clearly, she didn't kill these two women.

And obviously, she didn't strangle herself,

so we're pursuing this theory

that Dr. Bennette killed Melinda Sully,

and Melinda Sully alone,

and made it look like the work

of the Centennial Park Strangler.

Now, why she wanted Melinda dead,

we're not sure, but we'll figure it out.

Right now, we're focusing on catching the actual Strangler,

who we both know is you.

(chuckling): Oh, God.

Okay, this is... this is ridiculous.

You people held me for eight hours yesterday,

and you didn't even charge me.

You can't just keep accusing me of this crime.

Do you know what this is costing me?

My face was all over the news last night.

People were just getting up and walking out of my restaurant.

Oh, come on!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Are you seriously giving me a ticket?

My wheels are like two inches over the line here.

That's two inches too many, sir.

Oh, this is great. This is great.

It's not enough that the City of Phoenix

has completely destroyed my livelihood.

You're going to give me another ticket

for parking in front of my own restaurant?

(phone rings)

(knocking)

David.

Hey, I got an e-mail you wanted to see me.

Does this mean I'm not suspended anymore?

LYDIA: Hey.

Hi.

I, uh, I got your e-mail.

What's he doing here?

Well, I want to have a conversation with you both.

Well, I don't think I feel comfortable with that.

Well, get comfortable.

You still work for me, so come on in and have a seat.

Okay.

Now,

I think we need to put this lawsuit behind us.

I think we need to take this out of the legal realm

and deal with it ourselves.

No, we're not supposed to discuss the lawsuit

with each other and you know that.

I don't know that.

Come on, we're all thoughtful, smart people.

We're the people to whom all this actually happened,

not the lawyers,

so I think the three of us need to go away,

check into a hotel for a day, a week,

as long as it takes to work this out.

What's this?

That's the place I think we ought to go.

That's where you want to go?

The Shangri-La Hotel.

You know the Shangri-La Hotel, right?

No?

Oh, it's a lovely little out-of-the-way place.

It's perfect for a couple who wants to file

a fraudulent sexual harassment suit

against the company they work for

but don't want to stop sleeping together.

What are you accusing me of?

You're just determined to make this worse

for yourself and the company, aren't you?

You're telling me you and Dave here

have never been to the Shangri-La?

(scoffs)

'Cause I drove out there this morning,

I showed your pictures around, and all the staff said

to say hi.

They have security cameras in the check-in area.

The attorneys at Burroughs-Strauss

are looking at the tapes right now.

So...

Dave and Lydia...

what do you think is going to happen to this lawsuit

once we find footage of the two of you

checking into a hotel together?

I believe the technical term for what you two

were engaged in is "fraud."

So I want your resignations on my desk within an hour,

and then the two of you can go home, sit back,

and wait for the law to take its course.

(phone ringing)

Honey, come on, you were right by the phone.

Hello.

Okay, so I did like you said.

I pulled up Gil Bureli's DMV file,

and it turns out you were right.

He does have quite a few unpaid parking tickets.

He owes the city of Phoenix about 800 bucks,

and it gets better.

Turns out Bureli spends his weekends in Sonoma

and he owes their department of transportation

three times what he owes us,

and he ignored a summons to show up in traffic court.

Long story short: there's a warrant out for his arrest.

A judge sentenced him in absentia.

Oh, that's great.

He's going to jail?

Yeah, we just picked him up.

He's going to be a guest of the Sonoma prison system

for five to seven whole days.

One of their deputies is driving down to get him as we speak.

What, a week, that's it?

Well, hey, come on, it's parking tickets.

Look, it's better than nothing.

He'll be locked up, he won't be able to hurt anybody.

Maybe we can build a case against him while he's inside.

So congratulations, you got your man for five to seven days.

Well done.

(groans)

Bad news? (sighs)

I just sent the Centennial Park Strangler to jail.

Yay for you.

For unpaid parking tickets.

Ooh.

Yeah, he'll be out in

a week at most.

I just don't get it.

What did I even accomplish here?

I got a woman killed.

Correction-- you got a killer killed.

Okay, point taken,

but still, the real Strangler,

the one who enjoys killing women--

he'll be out in less than a week.

(gun cocks)

Please,

I did what you wanted--

I opened the safe, I-I gave you the money.

Please just go.

No, not till I do this.

(clerk screams, gunshot)

JUDY: It's okay.

You don't need to call anyone.

That killer that you just dreamed about--

the police just arrested him

outside a liquor store a few hours ago.

He was still covered in the clerk's blood.

It's an open-and-shut case.

There's nothing for you to do.

You'll understand if I don't take your word for that.

There's some people I work with I need to call.

I just wanted you to know I'm not mad

at you for putting me in that man's path,

for getting me killed.

When you think about what I did,

the punishment kind of fits the crime,

don't you think?

I think so, too.

Excuse me.

That girl I killed-- Melinda Sully--

she was my patient.

She came to me complaining of blurry vision.

I scanned her, told her she was fine,

probably just stress.

Turned out I was wrong.

She had a pituitary adenoma.

It's a little... little tumor tucked

right in back of the brain.

It's tricky to diagnose.

Side effects can be devastating--

blindness, heart disease.

By the time she got a second opinion

and found out I was wrong,

it was too late to operate.

She sued me.

She had a great case.

She would have made millions

and I would have become uninsurable, lost my practice.

So you murdered her?

She wasn't married, her parents were dead.

There would be nobody to pick up the case when she was gone.

Well, somebody might have picked it up,

but without a victim to point to,

the case gets awfully thin.

It's not my finest hour.

That's why I wanted to do everything I could to help you.

That's why I sent you that dream.

That dream-- what does this have to do with that dream?

You saw that cute little heart

right above Mr. Shotgun's forehead...

...just like the one I had, just like the one Gil had.

That's Gil's new boyfriend.

They're perfect for each other, don't you think?

What are you talking about?

That robbery happened in Sonoma.

When they put our friend into the holding cell,

he was still so high on meth, he could barely see straight.

He took quite a shine to his new cell mate.

Gil tried playing hard to get.

He even put up a fight,

but it didn't end too well for Gil.

Oh, no.

(sighs, dialing)

Don't bother.

He just finished smashing Gil's head

against the metal toilet in the cell.

The prison medic pronounced Gil dead five minutes ago.

(phone ringing)

You should get that, Allison.

They're calling to tell you the news.

(phone continues ringing)

Don't look so upset.

Destiny is just destiny.

Sometimes two people just find each other.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

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