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( cat meows,
bell rings lightly )

( creaking )

WOMAN:
Hello?

Hello?

( gasps )

( clicking )

WOMAN:
Hello?

Hello?

( gasps )

( moaning )

( creaking )

WOMAN:
Hello?

( gasps )

Mom, next time
can I pour the milk?

We'll see, sweetie.

You have to be able
to get it in the bowl.

Ariel...

BRIDGETTE:
I can do that.

I pour good.

You don't pour good,
you pour well.

Okay, so when
can I start pouring?

As soon as they
get rid of gravity.

First we have to promote you
to cereal pouring detail.

I'm getting a promotion?

Starting tomorrow.

We'll start with the cereal,
we'll see how it goes.

Then we'll think about milk.

I'm getting a promotion!

Girls, keep it down
to a dull roar.

Your dad's still sleeping.

( grumbling ):
No, he's not.

Aren't you going
to have any breakfast?

This is breakfast.

I got out of there ten of 2:00,
and what is it now-- it's 7:20.

I've got to be back
there in 45 minutes.

It's been over a week
now like this.

No wonder you're so tired.

They got guys working
on this project

in their late 20s.

They're out of there, like,
7:00, 8:00 at night.

They can do the work
while talking

on their cell phone
at the same time

that they're checking a blog
and e-mailing a friend.

I'm barely 40,
and I feel like an antique.

Well, that's crazy.

You've been there nine years.

You have more experience
than anyone else.

Yeah, I cost them more
than anyone else, too.

I just... I can't
shake the feeling

that this project is some kind
of a bake-off.

That when it's all done,

the winner is going to get
a pat on the back,

the loser's going to get
shown out the door.

What do you mean loser?

It's a project,
not a contest.

How do you know?

I don't know.

Well, okay then.
I work there. I do.

I feel like I never see you.

That's because
you never do see me.

I don't get a kiss?

Huh?

Nothing.

I'll see you tonight,
or whenever.

( knocking )

-Sir?
-Yep.

I have those parole applications
you asked me to take a look at.

Great. Anything in there
jump out at you?

Not really.

Just a collection of horrible
human beings

looking for a little mercy

despite the fact that they had
none for their victims.

Yeah, today is the day.

Parole board hearings. Yahoo.

Nothing like spending time

in a concrete bunker listening
to a bunch of vermin

swear that they've
seen the light, found the way,

and if only you'll
let them out into society

they'llcure cancer and
make the world safe

for old ladies and orphans.

Care to come with?

Is there a problem?

Oh, no. I just have
to pick up my girls from school.

Joe's been working crazy hours
on this project.

That shouldn't be a problem.

This will only take
a couple hours.

( loud buzzer )

So how does this work?

It's pretty cut and dried.

The prisoner is announced
by the parole board.

He's given an opportunity
to make his statement--

express remorse for his crimes.

Once the board
has her his request,

they'll ask if we have
any objections.

MAN: Tell us about the crime
you committed, Mr. Cosgrove.

I shot my wife.

You shot her 16 times,
Mr. Cosgrove,

in the back.

You killed her.

What the board needs to
determine at this time

is do you regret that you
committed this crime?

I do, sir.

I regret it every day
of my life.

I'm a very different man

from the one who arrived here
ten years ago.

I work hard
to be a better person.

I gave my life
over to the Lord.

Would the State
care to comment?

Due to the heinous nature
of this crime,

as well as to the fact
that, to my recollection,

this prisoner has never
shown any remorse

before this hearing,

the State would ask that parole
be denied at this time.

MAN: The board is
inclined to agree.

Parole is denied.

Don't worry,
just one more to go.

The board will now
consider the petition

of Mr. Sam Elkin.

You've served five years

of a life sentence,
and this is the first time

you've been eligible to appear

before the parole board,
correct?

Yes, sir.

That's correct, sir.

Tell us about your crime,
Mr. Elkin.

Mr. Elkin?

You know what I did.

It's important that
we hear it from you.

I guess I kidnapped
my girlfriend...

my ex-girlfriend.

We broke up
about a month before...

she broke up-- it was her idea.

I waited for her in her car.

I had a key.

She used to let me use it.

Anyway, I waited for her.

I knew she'd be going out.

It was Tuesday.
She always went out on Tuesdays.

I forced her to drive
out into the desert.

And once we were there,

we... we did it.

I... I made her do it.

When we were done,
I just, uh, started choking her.

She was tiny.

It didn't take long.

It was almost morning by then,

so I drove her car back
into the city

with her dead body
in the passenger seat.

Pulled into a busy car wash
on Bell Road.

The kind with two lanes--

one where they clean
the inside, and an express

where the car just goes
through unattended

and they clean the outside.

Once the car
was inside the wash,

I, uh, just turned
and walked away.

( words rewinding )

That's what you needed
to hear, right?

MAN:
It's my understanding

that until you became
eligible for parole this month,

you repeatedly denied
committing any of these crimes.

Uh, yes, sir.

And I regret that, sir.

Mr. District Attorney?

While I am moved
to finally hear Mr. Elkin

admit to these heinous acts,

I can't help but be suspicious
of his motives.

Mr. Elkin is, after all,

well aware that taking
responsibility for his crimes

is a condition
of his parole eligibility.

Perhaps his apology and remorse
will carry more weight

when he has another five
years to sleep on them.

( gavel bangs )

( creaking )

Hello?

( gasps )

( phone ringing )

I'm lonely.

Hi, lonely.

My name's Joe.

So what do you think?

What are the chances
I'll see you

before today becomes tomorrow?

Uh, you wouldn't happen to know

what the temperature
in hell is, would you?

You haven't heard anything about
a big freeze, maybe?

They didn't mention it
on the news, no.

Mm. Then I'm probably
going to be here for a while.

( groans )

Talk to me.

Tell me about your day.

I sat in on
a parole hearing today.

Heard this guy confess
that he killed his girlfriend.

I got this strong feeling
that he didn't do it.

And?

And I just had a dream about him
kissing this woman.

The dead girlfriend?

Someone else.

You know what I think?

I think you've got
kissing on the brain.

No one's kissed me on the brain,

or anywhere else
for that matter,

for quite some time.

Oops.

I think break time is over.

Love you, too.

Love you, three.

( beep )

( gasps )

Whatever you want,

you're going to have
to do it yourself.

Not funny.

When did you get in?

I don't know.

I couldn't bear to
look at the clock.

I really have to
get some sleep.

I just found out
the client's coming in tomorrow

at 3:00 for an update.

Oh, crap.

What?

Did we ever get
my suit pants fixed

after the cuff came
unraveled at Christmas?

"We"? If by "we,"
you really mean "me," then no.

"We" didn't know
about your cuff.

Okay, forget it.

I'll wear shorts
and a T-shirt.

I can go straight
from the meeting to unemployment

and then directly
to the car wash

to look for a job.

( sighs )

Psst! Hoo-hoo...

Hey... there is a tailor

who works at the mall
by City Hall

who does alterations
while you wait.

I can drop them off
first thing

and pick them up at lunch.

Wow.

On second thought,

bring those brains
of yours over here.

I think I do feel
like kissing them.

WOMAN:
No, I just felt him there,

and he was standing over my bed,
just looming there.

And then he leaned down...

and then he kissed me.

( knocking at door )

You'd better not be playing
solitaire on that computer.

It's almost 2:00.
You're cutting it close.

( sighs ):
You're welcome.

I'm sorry. There was
a thank you in there.

You just didn't hear it.

Well, you're right.

I'm running late.

Ah! Ah!

The strangest thing happened
to me on the way over here.

I saw this woman.

She looked just like that girl
I've been seeing in my dreams--

the one who keeps
getting kissed?

She was going
up an escalator.

I was going down.

Geez.

There's no reason
some stranger in a mall

should be getting
all the action.

I'm sorry I haven't been around.

Thank you for lunch.

You tip all the delivery
people that way,

or was that
special for me?

-Mm...
-Yeah?

( Edrick clears throat )

Forgive me, Mr. Dubois.

I just wanted to
remind you we're going

to be leaving
in approximately 30 minutes.

I'm all over it, Edrick.

I'm just going to grab
a bite to eat,

and then I'm going
to change.

Edrick, this is
my wife, Allison.

Allison, this is Edrick,

who is single-handedly
making it tough

for mere mortals like me

to have to work anything less
than a 24-hour day.

( chuckles )

( whimpering ):
Joe...

I need your help...

JOE:
Allison?

Uh...

Edrick?

First generation American.

My parents didn't
speak much English

when I was born, but they
loved American names.

Couldn't decide
between Ed and Rick.

Ed-Rick.

Nice meeting you,
Mrs. Dubois.

Thirty...

Minutes.

I'm counting
the seconds.

The Elkin case? Sam Elkin?

Why would you want
to revisit the Elkin case?

It's five years old.
The case is closed.

The accused man confessed.

Call me old-fashioned,

but if you want
to revisit old cases,

I'd certainly prefer that
you find one that's unsolved

and where the guilty party
isn't already behind bars.

I told you yesterday I felt
strongly that Elkin's lying.

I'm starting to regret
asking you to come with.

And I told you yesterday
I completely agree.

He was lying...

about feeling badly,
about being filled with remorse,

about his supposed concern

for Amanda Crane's friends
and family.

I have court.

Mr. District Attorney...

Allison, look at the
coroner's report.

I did.

Then you know
that Elkin's sperm

was still inside the victim
when we recovered her body.

There's got to
be something more

than just your sense

that this man wasn't
being truthful.

I've been having
this dream...

Uh-huh.

This woman--
not the victim--

she's lying in bed
in the dark.

Her lover comes up
and steals a kiss.

Sounds romantic.

Up until last night,
the man had no face.

Now I see it's Sam Elkin.

I'm not sure I know
what that means.

I'm not sure I know
what it means, either,

but I actually saw
this woman today,

a block away from here
at the mall.

Seems to me
there must be some reason

I'm dreaming these dreams,

some reason
I met Elkin yesterday,

some reason I crossed paths
with this woman today.

Go talk to Scanlon.

If the two of you can find
something in the file

worth looking at...

Thank you.

Excuse me, uh, I'm looking
for Detective Lee Scanlon.

That's his desk over there.

Must have stepped out
for a second.

Excuse me.

Uh, you look a bit upset.

My name's, uh,
Allison Dubois.

I work with the District
Attorney's Office.

I was wondering if I can be
of some kind of help to you.

I don't know.

I've been waiting
to see a detective

since early this morning.

I came here with a friend.

We waited for
an hour and a half,

then they told us to
go away for an hour.

So we took a walk around
the mall, came back.

Then they said it would be
another two to three hours.

My friend finally had to leave.

I'm missing a day's work.

You know what?

I work with one
of the detectives here.

Let me see if I can't get him
to talk to you.

Oh, thanks. That would be great.

I'm sorry, Miss...?

Walsh.

Kathleen Walsh.

I'm not married.

Mrs. Dubois explained you've
been waiting a long while.

What can we help you with?

Well, I should tell you,

I called the police
yesterday morning.

They came by my house, but...

Start from the beginning.
Tell us what happened.

Six months ago,
I moved to Phoenix--

just before the start
of the school year.

I teach music.

Anyway, I found this
wonderful apartment

for very little money.

But shortly after
I settled in,

I began to hear noises...
only at night.

They'd start just as I was
getting ready for bed.

Do you have any pets?

A cat-- Boots.

But I've had him,
like, forever.

He doesn't make these sounds.

Okay, so you heard
there sounds...

Yeah. I would call out,
but no one would answer.

Uh, this would happen...

like, three, maybe
four times a week.

So what'd you do?

I didn't think
that there was anything to do.

I wasn't certain that there was
anything really there...

so frankly, for a long
time, I did nothing.

But then the noises
started to change.

What do you mean? Change how?

Well, there was
this clicking sound.

Clicking?

Um...

( clicking )

A camera.

Huh?

I was wondering if you thought
it sounded like a camera.

Um... I don't know.

Okay. Whatever it was,
there's this new sound.

And I ignored that
for a while, too.

But then two nights ago...

I felt him there...

close.

He was standing
over the bed.

Forgive me for asking,
but how do you know that?

How do you know he was there?

Stand up.

Excuse me?

Would you stand up, please?

Close your eyes.

Any questions?

No.

( cane knocking against desk )

And then?

He kissed me.

Hmm.

So what'd you do?

I screamed.

And then he was gone.

And then I called the police,

and then the
police came over.

And then--

I have no way
of proving this...

but I think they laughed at me.

Whoa, hold it, you're...

I want to make sure
I've got this right.

You're not alleging
that this guy raped you,

struck you, fondled you?

A man broke into my apartment...

and he kissed me.

( sighs )

Miss Walsh...

You're going to tell me
to change the locks,

move in with a friend...

buy a big dog?

Can I see you, Allison, uh...

in private for one second?

What are you doing to me?

What am I doing to you?

Shouldn't the question be

what are you gonna
do for that woman?

Uh, no. I don't think so.

What is your problem?

She's clearly being victimized.

She came to you for help.

Victimized?

A man keeps breaking

-into her apartment.
-Maybe.

No. Not maybe.

Based on what she's telling me,

the police who went
into her apartment

couldn't find any evidence
of a break in.

And obviously,
there's no witnesses.

She is a witness.

I don't think so. To what?

To the breaking and entering.

Well it doesn't actually appear

as though there was
any breaking.

Which would lead me to suspect

that there probably wasn't
any real entering, either.

So what do you want me to do?

-Protect her.
-From what?

This dangerous band
of marauders and thieves

who may have broken into her
place and stolen, what, a kiss?

What are you so hot about?

You don't even know this lady?

Didn't you just tell me
you met her ten minutes ago?

I know what she's
telling us is true-- I saw it.

Oh, you were there?

And I saw something else, too.

A man who's serving
a life sentence

for a murder that
I don't think he did,

he was the person
doing the kissing.

You're not making much sense,
if the guy's still in prison.

I know, it doesn't make
a lot of sense

to me either.

What do you want me
to do, Allison?

( clears throat )

Ms. Walsh...
you ever heard of a man

named Sam Elkin?

No. Doesn't ring a bell. Why?

Uh, never mind. No big deal.

I've conferred with Mrs. Dubois
here and we've decided

to post a visible
police presence

right outside your building.

They'll be there
24 hours a day,

and if anyone comes in
or out, they'll see it.

Additionally, we'll set up

a direct phone link
to your apartment.

If anyone does come in,

you just pick up that phone
and we're there.

Wow. That's great.

I was just hoping that maybe

you could send someone over
to take a second look.

Really?

( clears throat )

I wouldn't hear of it.

This kissing thing,

that's not something
I want to play around with.

Well, thank you.

And thank you, Mrs. Dubois.

Oh, no, it's nothing.
That's what we're here for.

Absolutely.
That is what we're here for.

Hello?

Hello?

Are you here?

Are you watching me?

( gasps )

( sighs )

Hey.

You're home,
and it's not even 12:00.

Will wonders never cease?

( quiet laugh )

You'd almost think
that I lived here.

Mm...

I missed you.

I hate waking up
and having dreams

and not having you
to share them with.

Well, good.

Because I suspect
that pretty soon,

not only will I be around
during the middle of the night,

but quite possibly
during the day, as well.

What are you talking about?

Well, we went to
see the client today,

and it's like
I was invisible.

Nobody really wanted
to hear from me.

It was The Edrick Show.

All day, all the time.

You know, the guy's been
an engineer for 15 minutes,

but it's like he's Galileo, the
way they hang on his every word.

Oh.

Honey...

And not just...

not just the client,

but the senior guys
from our firm, as well.

I know that look.

I used to get that look.

That's the "you're the
future of this company" look.

Hmm, I think
you're exaggerating.

I met Edrick.

He bows at your feet.

He worships you.

He's got me lined up
in his crosshairs.

( soft chuckle )

He covets my parking space.

He lusts after the Senior
Vice President nameplate

on my office door.

He pines for my four extra
vacation days a year.

Mm.

And you know what
the surprising part is?

I don't think
I really give a damn.

It's good to be home.

And you?

Any more kissing dreams?

Mm, the kissing has stopped.

There is no kissing.

No real clarity, either.

Hmm.

( elevator bell dings )

Interview Elkin again?

Whatever for?

I've been having these dreams.

Allison...

All of them are very similar.

Up until last night,

I thought they were
about this blind woman,

Kathleen Walsh, being kissed
by a man who has no features,

being kissed by Sam Elkin.

But then last night,

I had the same dream,
set in the same place,

but Kathleen is gone.

Elkin's dead girlfriend,
Amanda Crane, is in her place.

And this suggests?

I don't know, but I'd like
to try and find out.

( knocking )

I don't have it,
and I couldn't do it.

I left here at 10:30 last night.

No matter how much I try,

I can't design
with my eyes closed.

The drawings,
the silicone diode--

I don't have them,
I'm still working on them.

Sorry, kid.

I need your help.

Excuse me?

All my work.

I sent it down to QC,
double-check the specs.

None of it checked out.

The quality control guys
called it gibberish.

It's only a matter of time

before everyone upstairs
hears about it.

I need your help, Mr. Dubois.

( buzzer sounding )

( low, indistinct chatter )

So what'd I do?

Well, that's what I was hoping
to figure out.

I don't know if you remember me.

My name's Allison Dubois.

I work with
the district attorney's office.

I was here for your
parole hearing the other day.

Sat right over there.

You waiting for a thank you?

It's gonna be a long wait.

Well, no, I'm not here
for a thank you.

I'd just like
to get some questions answered.

Well, I don't know.

Depends on the questions.

I mean, what's in it for me?

Looks like I'm gonna be in here
the rest of my life.

I'm not what you'd call
highly incentivized.

Okay, well, let's start
with an easy one then.

Why did you sit
there the other day

and plead forgiveness

for a crime
that you didn't commit?

I mean, I know your
lawyer must have told you

your only chance of parole was
for you to come in and sit there

and tell the board
what they wanted to hear,

but I'm here to tell you,

I strongly suspect that you
did not commit that crime.

Now, I'm not on the board,
and I'm with

the district attorney's office,
but I'm no attorney,

so I can't really
promise you anything.

But if you have a story to tell,

I would like to hear it.

And if I believe you,

I will do everything I can

to be sure
that everyone listens.

I loved Amanda Crane.

She was a college girl,

I was a guy who fixed cars.

Her friends didn't
think much of me.

Her family didn't think
much of me.

But I loved her.

We went together for months.

Used to spend almost
every day together.

Every day except Tuesdays.

At first, she was always
coming up with excuses.

I have a test,
I have a paper due.

Then she switched her story
on me.

Said she had a job,
she had to work.

Didn't really bother me
at first.

Didn't think much of it.

Then I lost my wallet one night,

had no money to get home.

I went over to her dorm,
she wasn't there.

It was 3:00 in the morning.

Next day she tells me
she was working all night.

"Doing what?" I said.

That's when things started
to get strange.

For a while,
she wouldn't tell me,

but I wouldn't let it go.

I was like a dog with a bone.

Finally, one night,
she tells me.

She met a man.

He offered to pay her way
through school.

All she had to do was go over
to this apartment he owned.

When she gets inside,

she puts on a blindfold,
spends the night.

-And do what?
-Exactly.

That's what I wanted to know.

She swears to me,
she's not doing anything.

She just puts on a blindfold,
takes off her clothes,

puts on a nightgown,
goes to bed.

Got up the next morning,

put her clothes back on,
took the blindfold off,

and walked out the door.

And that was it?

So she said.

I asked her if he was there.

She said she supposed so,

but she never heard him,
never felt him,

never sensed he was there.

I didn't believe her at first.

I used to drop her off
a couple of blocks away.

She'd let me use the car.

Then one night, I followed her.

She caught me
before she got there.

She was furious.

We had a huge fight, broke up.

I'd call her,
she wouldn't answer.

I'd go over to her dorm,
she wouldn't let me in.

That's when she got
the restraining order.

I stayed away for a month,

but then I couldn't
take it any longer.

I went over to her dorm.

( chuckles lightly )
Damn near busted the door down.

Her roommate threatened
to call the cops,

but Amanda finally let me in.

Roommate took off,
and we had another huge fight

and then, a huge cry...

and then, we made love.

I told her I was going to find
a way to pay for school.

I was going to do it.

She told me she loved me,
she missed me.

She was going to quit.

She was going to find a way
to tell that guy that night.

That was the last time
I saw her.

Next thing I know, they found
her car at that car wash.

My DNA was everywhere.

It was inside the car,
inside her.

I told them my story,
but no one believed me.

Ma'am?

What are you thinking?

I was thinking, have you
ever met Kathleen Walsh?

No, I don't think so.

What does she look like?

I'm thinking she looks a lot
like this guy's next victim.

So what you're saying is that
there's this man

who likes to watch women sleep?

I'm not going to even pretend
to know what he likes.

SCANLON:
You think this is the guy

who's been sneaking into your
friend Kathleen's apartment?

Well, she's not my friend,
but yes,

what I'm saying is
I feel very strongly

the man who's been watching
Kathleen is the same man

who was watching Elkin's
girlfriend, Amanda,

and very well may have been
responsible for her death.

You know, when I was preparing
for Elkin's parole hearing,

I remember reading
his statement.

This crazy story about
his girlfriend having a job,

only he didn't know where,
and he didn't know with whom.

-I know, it sounds so bizarre.
-Bizarre?

( chuckles )
No, it aspires to "bizarre."

( sighs )

Allison, this man's sperm

was still inside her
when they found the body.

Yeah, they made up
the night before.

He went by her dorm.

Her roommate saw him.

Precisely, he was in violation
of the restraining order

she took out against him.

Not exactly the kind of thing
you want to put

in front of a judge
in hopes of reopening a case.

What if we could catch him?

You lost me.

Well, we know he likes Kathleen.

So what if we can remove
the visible police presence

outside the building--
the squad car, the patrolman?

Are you suggesting
that we use this woman as bait?

We might be able
to do it safely.

Wire the place up
so we could hear everything,

hide a bunch of SWAT guys.

We're already providing round-
the-clock police protection

against an intruder
I'm not convinced even exists!

Now we're talking about spending
more of the taxpayer's money

to catch someone you think
might have committed

a five-year-old murder,

for which we already have
someone in prison?

Doesn't matter-- won't
work unless Kathleen Walsh

agrees to stay in that apartment
without a police car

standing watch
outside her building.

Which I'm guessing might
be a tough sell.

Well, can't we at least ask her?

It's 11 minutes past 8:00.

She might not have
left for work yet.

It's up to you.

( ringing )

Hello.

Ms. Walsh, this is
District Attorney Devalos.

I'm sorry to bother you
so early in the morning,

but we think we may have
developed a significant lead

in your case,
and I was wondering

if I might be able to
persuade you to let us

pull the police presence
in front of your building

for several nights in hopes
of drawing the suspect out.

Obviously, we would install
other safety measures.

Last night was the first
good night's sleep

I've had in months.

I can't tell you what
it was like to get into bed

and know I was alone.

Know I was alone.

( gasps )

JOE:
Hey, where you going?

I got to call Scanlon.

( phone ringing )

Yeah.

He's in the apartment.

Allison?

I don't know how he got
in there, but...

Are you talking
about Kathleen Walsh's place?

I got a cop and a cop car

sitting in front
of her building, trust me.

I'm telling you,
he can get past them.

We changed the locks
on every door,

and checked the latches
on all her windows.

It doesn't matter.

Allison, what you're saying
doesn't make any sense.

Please! You have a man
right there.

Can't you send him up?

It's 2:00 in the morning,
Allison.

Lee!

All right,
I'll send someone up there.

I'll call you right back.

I'm not sure how I feel
about you calling strange men

at 2:00 in the morning.

I'm worried, Joe.

I got a bad feeling.

That's good enough for me.

You were right about Edrick,
by the way.

What do you mean?

Did he fall to his knees,
beg for mercy?

Pretty damn close.

( phone rings )

Hey.

Two officers went up, Allison.

They checked the whole place.

No one was in there,
and no one was getting in there,

I mean, except for one fairly
cheesed-off blind lady,

who said she was enjoying
the best night's sleep

she'd had in months.

Really?

But I don't understand.

-No offense, Allison, but it's
2:00 in the morning. -( sighs )

You, me, and Devalos are
supposed to meet at 8:00 a.m.

Would it be okay
if we chatted then?

Sure.

Now you're suggesting
we use this woman as bait?

Well, we know he likes Kathleen,
so maybe we could remove

some of the visible police
presence around the building--

the car sitting there,
the patrolman?

Okay...

What do you want me to say?

Well, I don't know.

Last night, I convinced myself

that you thought
it was a good idea.

Well... I don't know
what to tell you.

Allison, be realistic.

After you convinced
Detective Scanlon

to send the police charging
into this woman's apartment

at 2:00 in the morning, the
other tenants in the building,

who are already up in arms
about being stopped

every time they come in and go
out, have had it up to here.

Not to mention what it's
costing the department

keeping personnel there 24-7.

I think we have to pull
the plug on this thing.

But, sir, that man was there!

I saw him-- we were here
having a meeting like this...

Allison...

I have enormous respect for you,
but it's 8:10,

and I'm due
in the judge's chambers

in 20 minutes.

8:10?

Last night,
you said it was 8:11.

Last night?
What are you talking about?

Hey, I need to use your phone.

( ringing )

Hello.

Kathleen, it's Allison.

Are you standing
in your kitchen

wearing your bathrobe
holding a cup of hot coffee?

Well, no.

Now I'm making my way
into the living room,

wearing my bathrobe,
holding a cup of hot coffee.

Kathleen, I need you
to stay calm

and do exactly as I say.

Take that hot coffee
you're holding

and throw it over
your right shoulder.

This is Detective Scanlon.

I need you to get up there now.

Enter Kathleen Walsh's
apartment, weapons drawn.

Kathleen, do it now--
he's right behind you!

( laughing ):
Mom, don't be ridiculous.

( screams )

( Kathleen screaming )

No!

Police! Release that woman,
and put your hands in the air!

( gunshot )

( grunts )

( crying )

DEVALOS: I want to thank you
for your bravery.

And I would also
like to apologize

for the initial skepticism
that came from this office.

Apology accepted.

Turns out, your tormentor
was also your neighbor.

It seems your apartment and his
were originally designed

as a single unit.

Mr. Christopher Russo
and his mother lived there

until the early '90s,
when his mother passed on,

and he decided to turn it
into two apartments.

Your living room closet
shares a common wall

with one in his bedroom.

SCANLON: He finally confessed
to everything last night

from his hospital bed.

He hired Amanda Crane
five years ago.

When she told him
that the arrangement

no longer worked for her,

he told her he had
pictures of her.

She threatened to
call the police.

They fought; he strangled her.

He claims to have been
so horrified by the act

of killing Amanda,
that he completely swore off

having anything to do
with the opposite sex.

Started renting the apartment

and completely forgot
about the common closet.

Then, you came along,
a beautiful tenant

with a built-in blindfold,

and his old compulsions
just took over.

Well, I'm just happy to know
he's behind bars.

Which reminds me,
there is someone

who would very much
like to meet you.

ALLISON:
Kathleen.

This is Sam Elkin.

It's very nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, Sam.

-( sighs )
-( chuckles )

I've never slept

with an executive senior
vice president before.

Five extra vacation
days a year.

Very impressive.

So what did Edrick
have to say about it?

He was upset, but
I explained to him,

with age comes experience,

and with experience
comes wisdom.

And what comes with wisdom?

With any luck...

Allison Dubois.