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Don't you threaten me!

If you're gonna threaten me now,

you can get the hell out of here!

In fact yeah.

You get the hell out of my house!

Look, if you think I'm just gonna...

Put that down.

The hell is wrong with you?

Don't!

Please!

No, no.

No!

God no, please!

- I'm gonna miss you.

I think you should cancel your trip to LA.

I really do.

- I will, if you'll cancel your trial.

- If I do, Mr. Murphy!'ll go to jail for thirty years.

- He deserves it.

How could you defend a no-good

son of a bitch like Murphy anyway?

- Ever hear of the Sixth Amendment?

He's entitled to the best council that he can buy.

I mean, I mean, get.

- Got it right the first time, honey.

- You have to understand something.

Mr. Murphy doesn't think of himself

as a no-good son of a bitch.

He gives to charities.

He reads bedtime stories to his kids.

- You're breaking my heart, Matt.

- Getting slow in your old age, Gavin?

Thank you for inviting me.

- It was Matt's idea. - It was?

- He couldn't believe you grew up here

and never went to a Black and White ball.

- Well, I had other priorities.

- Really?

- Is everything Matt's idea?

You look beautiful.

- Thanks.

- It's past your bedtime, David.

I love you, Trina.

Telephone call for Mr. Corelli.

Mr. Corelli, there's a phone call from you in the lounge.

- Where's your phone?

Corelli.

What?

How?

Okay, I'll be right there.

- David, was it something I said?

- Kyle Medford's dead.

What?

- Oh my God, I just saw him today.

- You did?

- Yes, we were talking about acquiring

the new Matisse for the museum.

- What happened, David? - We met at his house.

- He was murdered.

- It's a freak show, David.

- I'm not here. - Right.

- Who's in charge?

- Hargrove and Vasko.

- Suspects? - Not yet.

- You're on call this week. - Yep.

- You just hit the jackpot.

- Hey.

We're guessing time of death about four hours ago.

Wanna take a look upstairs?

- Okay.

Let's get all these people outta here.

They're stepping on evidence. - Fine.

- Black tie, Mr. Prosecutor?

- For separate cuts, two to the jugular.

Take a look at this little goodie.

Some kind of an African hatchet.

- David, it's a fertility mask.

The maid says he collected them.

He was wearing it when she found him

here about two hours ago.

The maid was off.

She came back about 8:00 after seeing a movie.

She found him like this.

- The weapon belongs to him.

- It's gonna be tough to show premeditation.

- This is rage.

Make sure we get some random blood samples outta that room.

- Yeah, absolutely.

- Let's print the toilet tank.

Maybe he took a leak.

- Or she.

- Get anything in here?

- I got a couple of prints off the creamer and the tea set.

We're wrapping it up so it won't be a problem.

- All right, all right.

Um, I'm gonna send the ID tech guy out

with the prints to the computer lab.

- The lab clear this room?

- Yeah, they're done.

- Yeah, see if we can get a hit this time.

- That'd be nice. - Yeah, right.

- Um, the bottle. - Yes.

See where he is with his one.

- Karen.

Let's get these to the lab.

- What are they?

- Well, either he collected pubic hair

or he was auditioning for a Clairol ad.

- We're all done inside.

Paramedics are finishing up.

We're gonna head out, okay?

- All right, don't log this until I tell you, okay?

- What is it? - I'll tell you later.

- We got prints on the hatchet.

- Perfect fourteen-pointers.

- Can I get a search warrant on Medford's phone records?

- Nope, his privacy's gone.

- The media's gonna turn this into an X-rated gangbang.

- Everything goes through me, okay?

- You gotta be loving this shit.

- I'm sorry

- Well, next year's an election year, isn't it?

- Good to see you.

- Good to see you too, Corelli.

- Better call Clifford, bring him up to speed.

What are you laughing at?

- I'm not.

- Well, next year is an election year, isn't it?

- Is it?

We'll talk later. - Yeah, see ya.

David.

- Morning. - Thanks for seeing me.

- Sure.

- I wanted to talk to you alone.

- Okay. - It's about Kyle.

Can this be off the record?

You don't have to ask me that.

- Kyle led a very complicated life.

He had a lot of friends.

He had a lot of enemies.

- Who'd wanna kill him?

- Enough people to fill Candlestick Park, I suppose.

He didn't stop at much to get what he wanted.

He used people.

Was he using you?

- You forget who my husband is.

Look, I'm afraid Kyle's death

could be the tip of an iceberg.

A lot of people could get hurt.

- What are you telling me?

- Just be careful.

- Okay.

Your Honor, Tommy Loy was my witness

in a felony murder case,

and his testimony got me a first degree conviction.

Now they wanna revoke his probation.

Loy was honest with me.

He stayed clean, cooperative,

and I never promised him anything.

Yet he was willing to risk his life to help me,

so I would really appreciate it

if you would cut him some slack.

I have no problem with that.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

- Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.

- That's it, that's the last time, Tommy.

- I'll never ask you again.

- Now I need something from you, okay?

- Whatever you need.

David, this is Mr. Wong.

Mr. Wong,

- Ask Mr. Wong if he recognizes this.

Yes, it was bought at his store.

He says it's very good silver

from Shandong province in China.

- Did he do the engraving?

- No, it was done in Hong Kong.

For who?

- It was made for a rich man who lives here.

A gift from a beautiful woman.

Ask him what this means.

It means "Jade".

- Jade.

- Morning, Al.

- Morning, Mr. Gavin.

Thank you.

- See you in a couple of days.

- Okay. - All right.

- I'll call you.

Be good. - Always.

You be careful. - Morning, Mrs. Gavin.

- Good morning, Nick.

- Would you care for some breakfast this morning?

- Uh, just some coffee. - Okay.

We're ready, Mrs. Gavin.

- Father, you are holy indeed.

And all creation rightly gives you praise.

All life, all holiness comes from you through your son,

Jesus Christ, our Lord

by the working of the Holy Spirit.

From age to age,

you gather a people to yourself so that from east to west,

a perfect offering may be made to the glory of your name.

And so Father, we bring you these gifts.

We ask you to make them holy by the power of your spirit

that they may become for us the body and blood of your son,

our the Lord Jesus Christ at whose command

- What do you doing here? - ...we celebrate this Eucharist.

- I just took Trina to the airport.

Free for lunch?

You see the papers?

- Hey, it's the case you've been dreaming about.

You know, put your ambitious guinea ass into the big office.

You're going to be the next district attorney

of San Francisco.

- Where'd she go?

- LA, just for a couple of days.

- Think she's coming back? - This is my body.

- Maybe when we get a divorce, you can marry her.

- Cool.

She said you were a terrible lover.

Ah, she lies to protect your frail ego.

- She said that's why she chose me.

- Everybody makes mistakes.

- You finally admit that?

- You still playing? - Sure.

- See ya at 1:00? - Take your best shot.

- Medford was having money problems.

Last year, he lost eight million dollars on the yen.

- That's what he gets for betting the yen.

- And there's something else.

We've got a problem.

- It's only a problem if we make it a problem.

- We found a roll of film in Medford's safe.

- Some kind of a gag?

- No gag.

- Those pictures are not relevant to this investigation.

- Who's the girl?

- Well, now that is a relevant question.

- Let's find her.

- We don't know anything about her.

It's a waste of time.

- Well, we know one thing.

She's not a nun.

- What about the, um, gentleman?

- You want to bring him in?

I'm not making that call.

- I'll take care of it.

Okay.

- You're telling me you got pictures

of the Governor with some hooker?

- Keep that to yourself.

What are you gonna do about it?

I'm going to see him tomorrow.

- He could turn you into roadkill.

No shit!

- Why don't you come downtown?

- As a partner? - Eventually.

- What for?

- Money. Real money.

- Eh, I'm having too much fun doing what I'm doing.

- There's only three fun things in life, paesan.

Money, sex and power.

- Two outta three's not bad.

- Be careful your dream case don't blow your brains out.

- What's this divorce stuff?

- Oh, that.

I was just yanking your chain.

- Oh?

You guys okay?

- Yeah.

Don't look so disappointed, David.

- You're a cynical son of a bitch, man.

- Yeah, that's why we're friends.

Governor, Mr. Corelli.

Morning, sir.

- David.

Good to see you.

It's always good to see our rising young stars,

even if they're plotting headaches for my incumbent friends.

I like your boss.

- So do I, yeah.

- Word on the street is that you

were thinking about opposing him.

- Ahah, none of us ever run for anything, do we?

We just allow the party faithful to draft us.

- Yes, sir.

- You know my aide Bill Barrett.

- Nice to see you again, Bill.

- Yeah, sit down. - Thank you.

- I don't know how the hell I can help you with Kyle.

Poor bastard, I liked him.

Yeah, I've got a budget meeting in ten minutes.

- Actually, I was hoping to see you alone.

- I don't have any secrets from Bill.

He not only knows where all the bodies are buried,

he buries all of them himself.

- There's something I need to show you.

- Well, show me, quickly.

Push the fucking budget meeting back a half hour.

Yes, sir.

- I'd like to be alone with David,

with the distinguished Mr. Corelli.

Where'd you get these?

- Kyle Medford's safe.

- That son of a bitch.

Miserable, cock-sucking son of a bitch.

Who knows about them?

- The investigating officers, my people.

And you of course. - And me.

- If you drag me into this business, David,

if my name even shows up on the periphery of this, David,

you better get the fuck out of the state of California

because you'll have as much of a future here as Jerry Brown.

- Who's Jerry Brown?

- Wouldn't it just be an awful goddamn shame

if one hairy little pussy and a thimble full of sperm

would to affect the future of this great state of ours?

- Was Medford blackmailing you?

- I don't get blackmailed, Mr. Corelli.

I do the fucking, I never get fucked.

- I have my answer then.

Thank you for your help.

- Anytime.

I enjoy dispensing advice to those who care to listen.

- You have other copies, I presume.

- That's correct.

Then I'll just hold onto these.

- Fine.

Good to see you again.

- Dr. Gavin is a clinical psychologist

who specializes in the causes and treatment

of violence in the workplace.

Her findings have been published

in the National Review of Psychiatry

and in her two bestselling works of non-fiction.

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Katrina Gavin.

- Good afternoon.

Today I'd like to examine a few situations

common to your company

and others in the changing workplace.

It's important that we distinguish

between someone who's had a bad day

that ends in a temper tantrum,

and someone whose failure to resist aggressive impulses

results in serious destructive acts.

The people who commit these acts are in many ways

no different from you and me,

but they are no longer able to control their urges.

They disassociate themselves from their own actions,

often experiencing a hysterical blindness.

They're blind to the darkness within themselves.

- These three guys rob a Safeway.

They come running out the store, jump into that stolen van

and ram right into a police car.

I mean, they go over the hood

and plow right into the windshield.

The guy in the passenger seat fires three shots

right in the police car.

- This is the guy you got your statement from.

- Mm-hmm. - Miranda says

that no statement given

by one defendant against another is admissible.

Your statement is out of court, it's hearsay.

- That's what the judge is telling me.

- It's not gonna separate 'em.

- That's what he wants me to do.

He wants me to try 'em individually.

- That's horseshit.

He has plea bargaining to try and clear his court calendar.

Okay?

You're tell him you think it's wrong

and that you wanna put it on the record.

- He'll eat me alive. He hates my guts.

- Pat, you're 32 years old, man, fuck this guy.

Confront him.

- Excuse me.

Do you remember me?

I was on the Jorgensen jury two years ago.

The woman who was killed in the projects.

- Yes, I remember you, yes.

- By that crack dealer. - Right.

- I think he should have done more time.

- So do I. - He should have got life.

Why did you let it get so complicated?

Why didn't you just stay with what was obvious?

- Well, it's a, it's a complicated process.

- It doesn't have to be.

You have reached the law offices of Gavin,

Terry and Clarinda.

Office hours are 9:00 AM to 6:00 PM.

At the sound of the beep, please leave a message.

- Hey, it's me.

Thought maybe you were working late, but guess not.

So tired of these things, honey.

I feel like I'm disassociating myself from my own actions.

Maybe I'm reaching hysterical blindness.

Hey, you better be careful.

I might give in to an uncontrollable urge.

Anyway, I miss you.

How does that make you feel?

Be nice.

You don't give a shit about anyone, do you?

That's none of your business.

- Governor Edwards called me.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

- Are you out of your fucking mind?

The next time you go up there, you check with me first.

- Okay.

I want you off this case.

- Cliff, am on to something here.

I need a little bit more time.

- David, I want you off the case.

- You take me off this and I will go public, Cliff.

I don't think the governor would appreciate that, do you?

Why don't you work it up and try it yourself?

- Maybe I will.

- You haven't tried a case in ten years, Cliff.

Will there be anything else?

- You know what's funny?

I used to like you.

- Here's the Governor's lady friend.

She's seventeen here.

Had to get into the juvenile files to get this.

Patrice Jacinto, twenty-one.

Works for a beauty parlor in Chinatown.

One prior, one arrest

for solicitation when she was a juvenile.

- You talk to her yet? - No, not yet.

Her bank account shows two $10,000 deposits

in the last six months.

Medford's had this place a couple of years.

His investment company leases it.

Hey, John. - Vasko.

- I bet you just can't wait to see the bedroom.

- Corelli. - Morning.

- Deep-seated massage oil.

And over here we have a harmony pillow.

"This pillow allows deeper penetration

by positioning both partners most advantageously.

It raises the female hips facilitating male entry.

You can inflate the pillow to varying degrees of hardness

or softness, while enjoying the thrill of rotary

and floating action."

Here in the night-stand, we got about three grams of coke,

some poppers, some assorted children's vitamins.

My best guess is ecstasy.

- This is the room the governor was photographed in.

Maybe it's his bridal suite.

- You look in here?

Yeah, it's been photographed.

- Cristal, beluga, Wolfgang Puck.

It's a fuck-house.

It's not just a fuck-house.

He's got a nice little camera over here.

And there's another one up here.

Low light, high density.

- Next door neighbor says he saw a lot

of women come over here.

- Hey, did you check out

these jammin' jellies and cliterrifics?

I was thinkin' about you.

- Honey, if I were you,

I'd rip off a few of those buttplugs.

They're designed for the perfect asshole.

Inspector Vasko.

Take a look at this.

- You think the lab can do anything with that?

- They can try recycling it.

- Great.

What's the story on this neighbor?

- His name is Guy Henderson.

Claims that he never saw Medford here,

but he's seen a lot of women going in and outta the house.

Can he identify anybody?

I think he took a closer look

than he's letting on.

His bedroom faces the Medford house

and he's got a scope up there.

- Well, I, I didn't spy on 'em or anything like that.

I'm sure you didn't, Mr. Henderson.

- A lot of women came up there, huh.

A lot of men, too.

- How many different women do you see over there?

- I don't know.

Five or six, maybe.

- Did you ever see any of these women over there?

Yeah, yeah, I, I think I saw her.

- Patrice Jacinto.

She's been working in this Chinese beauty parlor

for about six months.

- Fifteen jobs in two years.

Waitress, actress.

- You wonder how she put so much dough in her bank account.

Ms. Jacinto?

- Yes. - Can we talk to you?

Yeah.

Just a second.

- Ah, shit!

- Patrice!

Watch it!

Watch out!

Patrice, stop!

Patrice, goddamnit!

Goddammit, hold still!

Goddammit!

- Here, here, here.

- Shut up, sweetheart, you're going downtown.

No!

- Come on, come on, goddammit!

- My name is David Corelli.

I am the Assistant District Attorney

in charge of homicide here.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Can I get you something to drink or smoke?

- No.

They said I couldn't smoke in here.

Mmm, they were wrong.

Lemme tell you how this is gonna work.

- I know how this is gonna work.

Goddammit, I'm gonna fucking call my lawyer!

I can't believe you did this shit to me!

I'm gonna tell him what you did!

Look at this! Look at my face!

- Sit down, Patrice.

Now sit down.

You're right.

You're gonna call your attorney

and you're gonna tell him that I have a witness

that can identify you going in

and coming out of Kyle Medford's Pacifica house.

Sound familiar?

You're gonna tell your attorney

that I have pictures of you

fucking the Governor of California.

And then you're gonna tell him that those pictures

are going to ruin the Governor's career.

And you know what's gonna happen then, Patrice?

Your attorney is gonna tell you to go fuck yourself

and hang up on you.

Payphone, right out there in the hall.

- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I met Kyle at a, at a party and he knew I was broke,

so he offered me 500 a pop.

I mean, I've fucked guys for less.

I'd go to the Pacifica house and

a guy would come in and we'd spend the night.

They wouldn't know who I was and I didn't know them.

You know, a couple of those creeps, they didn't even want me.

They wanted this other girl that they'd fucked before.

They called her Jade.

One of those guys was the Governor.

Jade must have rocked his world

because he wanted me to bend over and turn around.

But I don't take it that way.

He told me that Jade, she took it any way.

She couldn't get enough of it.

She loved it.

I saw her once leaving Kyle's house.

She had uh, long, beautiful hair and

great legs.

I think it was her.

I never met her.

I'd like to though.

I'm into women mostly.

- Did you ever have a broad rock your world?

Be nice, Petey.

Want some coffee?

- Yeah, let's go get it.

Somebody sawed through your brake line.

There was no fluid in your wheel cylinders.

- Basically, his blood count's low.

He's had a loss of consciousness.

He could have a concussion.

We're gonna have to run some tests.

Somebody up there loves you, Corelli.

- They wanna subpoena my records.

They talked to my CEO.

He's gonna plead to two felony counts

and tell him everything he knows.

- What does he know? - Everything.

You know Vince, he's my closest friend.

Twenty years.

- Who's representing him? - Lawton.

- Harry Lawton? - Yeah.

- Has he signed a plea agreement?

- I don't know.

- I know Harry.

Don't worry about it.

- What do you mean?

- He's a bullshit artist.

If it wasn't for me, he would've been disbarred.

- What am I gonna do, Matt?

I've got four kids.

A trial'll kill Sarah.

- You will not go to trial.

You will not do one day in jail, all right?

You have my word on it.

Listen to me.

When they find out I'm representing you,

this will all go away.

Everything.

It's just that simple, okay?

- We made the prints on the hatchet handle.

- Patrice?

- No, but we got lucky.

They came off an arrest in Palo Alto in 1980.

Some kind of animal rights protest at Stanford.

No charges ever filed,

but the Sacramento computer held the prints.

Anna Katrina Maxwell.

We're trying to locate her

through the Stanford Admissions Office.

You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Nice work.

Really appreciate you taking your time

to do this, Mr. Henderson.

Just want to show you one more set of pictures here.

Okay, anybody look familiar?

- No, none of these are familiar.

- Nobody from that set, okay.

One more group.

One, two, I got one more.

- Yeah, I've seen her over there.

- The one in the middle? - Yeah.

- The one in the middle? - Yeah.

- Okay.

- What did Henderson have to say?

- He IDed her.

- Mrs. Gavin. - Yeah.

- Let's go get her.

- I wanna do one thing first, all right?

Okay.

- Paesan, get in here.

- It's about time.

- Tell Judge Licaldi, I'll give him a ring this afternoon.

- Yes, Mr. Gavin. - Come on.

She told you she saw Medford the day he was killed.

She said they were looking at a new Matisse

for the museum, didn't she?

- Matt, you know how this works.

Her prints are on the hatchet.

I gotta start at the beginning, don't I?

- Well, she probably looked at the rest

of his collection while she was up there.

What are you saying exactly?

- I'm saying that if I'm gonna eliminate her,

I need to at least speak to her.

- Fine. She'll be back from LA tomorrow.

Talk to her.

- Officially.

- Come on David, you know her.

You know her as well as I do.

You were in love with her for Christ's sakes.

You're still in love with her. - That's a cheap shot.

- You think she could take a fuckin' hatchet to somebody

and slice them up like a Sunday roast?

- No, I don't.

Which is why I need to talk to her.

- Fine.

- Fine.

You come out to the house,

you have lunch, then you talk to her.

- Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah.

So what happened in Sacramento?

- Same shit different day.

- You got his endorsement, didn't you?

- See you. - Congratulations, paesan.

- You didn't have to pick me up.

- Yes, I did.

- Why?

- You wouldn't believe why.

- You'd be surprised what I believe.

- Those blood samples we got from Medford's bathroom?

They're not all his.

We got an AB from Medford

and an O positive from somebody else.

- Who's gonna ask Mrs. Gavin for a sample?

- Let Callendar do it, he's a ladies man.

Yeah, thanks pal.

I think Karen should.

Maybe you could ask her for one of her love towels.

- I'll bet you already have one.

- How do you do it? - What?

- Talk out of your asshole like that.

It's an amazing feat.

- I meant to tell you David had an accident.

- What?

What happened? - He's okay.

Uh, he's coming today with the inspectors.

- What do you think they wanna talk about?

- They found your prints on the hatchet that killed Medford.

- Does David think I killed him?

- I don't know.

- Do you?

- Of course not.

Yes, can I help you?

- Yeah, good afternoon.

I'm Inspector Vasko, San Francisco Police Department.

Yes, come in. In the living room please.

- Thank you.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Hi, Maria. - Hi, Mr. Corelli.

Nice to see you again.

- Cozy little pad. - Yeah.

Kinda like Candlestick Park.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Hello.

- Inspect Vasko. - Trina Gavin.

- Hi, Bob Hargrove. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Good to see you.

- Matt tells me you were in an accident.

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Let's get something straight.

Mrs. Gavin has only agreed to talk to you

because she understands she is not a suspect.

The investigation has not focused on her,

nor is she under suspicion at this time.

- I think we can live with that.

What can you tell us about your relationship

with Kyle Medford?

- I'm on the board of the Pacific Museum.

Kyle was the chairman.

He felt the museum was too conservative

in its acquisitions program.

So I supported his efforts to make us more active.

Did you ever see him socially?

- No, not really.

I mean, my husband

and I saw him at various functions.

Did you ever see him alone?

- Yes, one time. The day he died.

He called me, wanted to talk about the possibility

of acquiring a new Matisse.

Said we had to move quickly.

I was leaving town for a conference,

so I agreed to meet him at his house.

- That was last Saturday? - Yes.

- What time did you get there?

- I got there around 4:00.

We talked about the Matisse.

He gave me some tea.

He showed me his collection.

- Was he alone? - Yes.

- Did anyone see you there?

- No, I don't think so.

- What sort of things did he show you?

- He showed me this god-awful mask from the Cameroon.

I think it was a fertility mask, and um, a hatchet.

He said it was more than 100 years old.

Did you touch anything?

- I touched the hatchet.

The mask, he held it up.

I can't remember whether I touched it or not.

What'd you do after you left Medford's house?

- I went home. - Was your husband here?

- No. - Was anyone here?

Staff?

No.

- Did you use the phone?

- No, I had the machine on.

I was preparing a speech for Los Angeles.

Look, I have no alibi until 9:00.

That's when Matt and I went to the Black and White ball.

Is that what you're asking me?

Come on, Bob, what else do you need?

Have you ever been

to Medford's beach house in Pacifica?

- I've only been to his house in the city.

I didn't even know he had a place in Pacifica.

- Ever give Medford a silver jewelry box?

- No, I never gave him any gift.

- And you never had a sexual relationship with him?

- What the hell kind of question is that, David?

- That's why they're here, Matt.

- You don't have to answer that.

- I said I had no social contact with him.

I do consider sex to be a social contact, David.

And, as you know, I'm married.

- I won't let them hurt you.

- They were just playing head games.

- That's what they do.

- I suppose he was just doing his job.

- Who?

- David.

- You haven't seen me do mine.

- Yes, I have.

- This thing's gonna blow in a crazy direction.

- What do you mean?

- They found pictures.

- Pictures?

- Kyle Medford was running some kind of shakedown.

How do you know that?

- I've got my sources.

- I think she did it.

- Why?

- She's got no alibi and we got her prints on the hatchet.

- And she lied to us.

- Typical shrink behavior.

They like to pull your string.

She was pulling your strings pretty good.

- Trina, I love you so much.

- Yeah, well the guy almost had 'em convinced

when these guys showed up.

- Morning, Corelli.

- Hey, Dave, how ya doing?

Got something to show you.

- Hi. - How we doing?

- Okay.

Now this is what you gave us, we were able to transfer

and enhance it using software algorithms.

Let's see.

This is how it looked when we got it.

Medford's beach house.

At least it's not the Governor again.

- Or the President.

- Oh, thank God.

I can still believe in a place called hope.

- There's a lotta jump cuts,

but we're still able to save a few minutes.

- You ever take it like that, Corelli?

- Is that an offer, inspector?

- You wish.

- Now we cleaned it up a lot more from this point on.

- Cleaned it up, right?

- Cleaned it up, right?

You keep working on this,

you'll have a PG rating before you're through.

Boy, it's a wonderful country, isn’t it?

- Freeze it right there.

Magnify it.

- Jesus.

- Hey man, I'm really sorry.

- We don't have a motive.

- I bet we'll find one.

Find the guy, Petey.

- Piece of cake.

Did you have a search warrant?

I got a search warrant.

I'm losing my patience with it.

- David, got a minute?

- Yeah.

- Ms. Jacinto called three times.

She wants to meet you somewhere at 5:00 today.

- Okay, tell her Fior d'Italia, Washington Square.

Okay, she said it's about Jade.

Hey!

- Get away from her!

Call an ambulance.

Call 911, code three.

You under-- Just do it!

The fuck out of the way!

- Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh shit!

- Man, you fucked up!

- Medical examiner's case number 3209.

March 16th, 1995.

Patrice Jacinto.

There are abrasions to the chin.

The abrasions are minimally hemorrhagic,

and red to purple in color.

The neck wound is of a Y-configuration.

The horizontal line being five inches long

and one half inch in width.

- Well, we don't have a talking head anymore.

- Somebody knew she was talking to us.

- What happened to you? You fuck yourself up again?

- I didn't know you knew the Governor.

- I don't.

I know Bill Barrett, why?

You want me to introduce you?

- Go fuck yourself.

- Aren't you glad you convinced her to tell him?

- What'd you say? - You heard it.

Abrasion about the chest.

- What?

- Hey! - I am onto you.

- Hey, come on. - I am on to you guys.

- Come on, shut it. Don't do it, don't do it.

- Get off me, Petey. - Come on, relax.

I am onto you.

You wanna tell me about that?

- I can't yet.

- What is it?

- It's a cuff link. - Don't play with me.

I wanna know what it means.

- I don't know.

- What if this comes up in trial, David?

There'll be questions asked. I'm gonna have to answer.

- I would never put you up for grabs.

- You are taking a huge chance here.

- So are you.

Yeah, no shit.

There was something between you and Mrs. Gavin, right?

There was something between you and Mrs. Gavin, right?

- Long time ago.

- And you're okay with it now?

- I hope so.

- How'd you get this?

- We found it at Kyle Medford's beach house

after he was murdered.

I see.

- What were you doing in the Medford house, Mr. Green?

- What does it look like I was doing?

When was the tape made?

- A month ago.

Two months.

And who was the woman?

- I don't remember her name.

Kyle introduced us.

- But you've seen it before though.

- Yes.

Under what circumstances?

- Kyle showed me the tape a week before he died.

He asked me for a hundred thousand dollars

not to show it to my family.

- What did you do?

- I, uh, I gave him the money.

He gave me the tape.

I didn't know that there were copies.

People who commit these acts are in many ways

no different from you and me.

But they are no longer able to control their urges.

They disassociate themselves from their own actions,

often experiencing a hysterical blindness.

They're blind to the darkness within themselves.

- This is from a speech she made in Los Angeles

just a week ago.

- We have her prints on the hatchet.

We have her lying to us in her statement.

She was in Medford's house just before he was killed.

She's got no alibi.

- What are we gonna charge her with?

We don't even have a motive.

- What about blackmail?

- The murder weapon wasn't hers.

- No premeditation.

Jesus Christ, Matt Gavin's wife.

Are you people crazy?

He'll eat us for breakfast.

- It was her.

She did it.

- What was the make of the car that killed Patrice?

- Black Thunderbird.

You didn't see who was driving or ID the plates?

- No, no plates.

- What does Mrs. Gavin drive?

- Uh, they've got three cars.

A Jag, a Range Rover--

- And a black Thunderbird, right?

- All right, bring her in.

Who knows when the judge will start.

Mine.

But the problem is we don't have any real priors.

- Yeah, this one. - That's it.

- I hope so. - Get him to inform.

- Said it would be essential.

Yes. - Just the man

I wanted to see.

Those photographs you left in Sacramento.

I thought maybe now that you won't be needing them,

you could help me find the negatives.

Why don't you help him, Pat.

- Yeah, right.

Excuse me.

- What, are you putting me on?

- What do you need them for, David?

They're not relevant anymore.

- Beat it.

- Aren't you going to read me my rights?

You can leave anytime you like.

- I've told you everything I know about Kyle Medford.

What else is there to talk about?

- This is about Jade.

You know, a couple of those creeps.

they didn't even want me.

They wanted this other girl

that they'd fucked before.

They called her Jade.

One of those guys was the Governor.

Jade must have rocked his world,

'cause he wanted me to bend over and turn around.

But I don't take it that way.

He told me that Jade, she took it any way.

She couldn't get enough of it.

She loved it.

- What does this have to do with Katrina?

- Could I have that other tape please?

- Stay right there.

You stay right fucking there.

Fuck me.

Mrs. Gavin, is that you on the tape?

- What the fuck is this?

That's not her.

Mrs. Gavin?

You don't have to answer.

- I'm sorry, Matt.

- Fuck you, David!

- All right, let's get on with it.

- I met Jim at a fundraiser at the museum.

I'd never cheated on my husband before.

He took me to a house.

I spent the night with him.

Where?

- In Pacifica, some place on the beach.

- Did you have sex there with other men?

- No.

I cheated on my husband one time.

I didn't know I could be arrested for it.

You're not under arrest, Mrs. Gavin.

You never called yourself Jade?

You never used Medford's house as a place of business?

- No.

Look, why don't you bring that girl on the tape in here?

She'll tell you I'm not this person she's talking about.

- The girl on the tape is dead.

Excuse me.

- Would it surprise you to know

that Kyle Medford owned the Pacifica house?

Yes, it would.

- What if I were to tell you,

I have a witness who's seen you there

on more than one occasion.

- She's already answered your question.

- I'd say your witness was mistaken.

Would you?

Where were you yesterday

between 5:00 and 6:00 in the afternoon?

- In the city.

I met Matt for a drink at The Cliff around 5:00,

and I went to my office.

I returned a few calls and then I went home.

I think I got in around 7:30, a quarter to 8:00.

- How does this relate to Kyle Medford?

- What were you driving?

- I asked you a question.

- I'll do the questions, Matt.

That's enough, Trina.

- What were you driving?

- My car.

Black 1992 Thunderbird?

- Yes.

Anything else?

Can you be available for a line-up tomorrow?

That's enough!

If you're gonna charge her, you charge her right now!

- Well, I think she had an uncontrollable urge

coupled with hysterical blindness.

- It's time for you to take yourself out of this.

- There's somebody in there.

Where?

- Isn't there?

What are you doing here?

- The district attorney thought it would a good idea

due to the sensitive nature of the investigation.

- Get the fuck out of here.

Get outta, get outta here.

Who knew about this?

- What difference does it make?

Trina Gavin was lying in there.

She knew Sacramento isn't gonna get involved.

Sacramento is involved.

This is the governor's man.

- You're losing it, man.

You're too close to this.

Gonna haul it in, spray it with luminol,

see if that's blood on the tire.

- You'll get me a comparison with Patrice's blood?

- Yeah, right.

- What about this? This looks like blood.

Could be paint transfer from an impact.

- This is the car, Petey.

- One problem, this car was reported stolen

in Sacramento about a week ago.

Belongs to some computer company executive.

- Not Mrs. Gavin's car.

- No, but maybe somebody wants us to think it was.

- This is the car, Petey.

This is the car.

- I don't understand something.

How could you do this to me?

- How could I do this to you?

What did you expect?

- What did I expect?

I didn't expect to go downtown

and sit in a basement in the Hall of Justice

and watch a tape of my wife fucking somebody!

- What, you think I don't know about you?

- Know what?

- I know everything.

I know their names.

I know about the suite at the Fairmont Tower,

sometimes your office.

I'm not stupid, Matt.

- Is that why you did it?

- What, did the tape turn you on?

- Don't you ever talk to me like that again.

Do you understand me?

- What are you doing here?

- I need to talk to you.

I can't talk to you, Trina.

You know that.

- I need your help, David, I'm afraid.

Afraid of what?

Who am I speaking to?

- Can I come in?

- Come on in.

- I didn't know Kyle was taping any of it.

I knew they were powerful men,

but I had no idea he was using them.

He told me they were friends of his.

How many were there?

A lot.

I don't know. I lost track.

How could you let them do this to you?

- They didn't do anything to me, David.

It was my choice. I liked it.

I was in control.

What about Matt?

- You don't fuck your husband that way.

That's not what I'm talking about.

What did you tell him?

- Nothing.

He only knows about the man on the tape.

- Who were the others?

- Men with money.

Reputations.

I didn't have to fall in love with them, David.

It was safe and...

At least I thought it was.

David, I know too much.

One of them killed Kyle and Patrice.

I could be next.

- I think you should leave. - I know too much.

I know you love me.

- Don't do this.

Don't do this.

Come here.

- Nothing's changed.

Everything's changed.

- What?

- You killed Medford.

Where ya going?

- San Francisco DA.

- All right.

- No.

- There's our last link to Jade.

Anyone who's ever seen her is either dead

or suffering from penile amnesia.

Jade doesn't exist anymore.

- Careful.

You nearly stood on the murder weapon.

He was obviously killed with that.

Anyway, there doesn't appear to be any forced entry.

- His brother came over to have dinner with him.

Found the body.

The brother has a key.

- He's still warm.

- He's only been dead an hour.

- How long? - An hour.

- Where's the phone? - It's right up there

at the top of the stairs.

Hey, your friend Trina sure gets around.

- She couldn't have done this.

- Why not? - She was with me.

Maria, Maria, it's Mr. Corelli.

Yes, is, is Mrs. Gavin home?

No, okay.

Uh, how about Mr. Gavin?

Okay, would you tell Mr. Gavin that I went to my apartment,

that I will be home at my apartment?

Right. Thank you, Maria.

- Hey, where the hell are you going?

- David!

- David!

- Oh God.

Stop, stop!

Stop!

- Hello?

Hello, hello?

- You fucked her didn't you, huh?

- Huh? Matt.

Where is she? - Huh?

- Matt, where is she?

She's in trouble.

- Maria!

Maria, are you in your room?

Anybody here?

Matt?

Matt?

- This is Katrina Gavin, 1100 Hillsborough.

No, Hillsborough.

- Talking to one of your boyfriends?

- David, watch it!

Trina.

Trina!

Trina!

- No! - You like it like this,

don't you?

- Let her go!

Son of a bitch.

- Who's there?

It's a tragedy for justice

when law enforcement people go bad.

- They were cleaning up your shit.

- They were just two loyal supporters,

two supporters who got carried away.

They just wanted to see if Mrs. Gavin

had any more pictures of the governor.

They acted purely on their own,

out of misguided loyalty.

- Kyle Medford was shaking people down.

He had pictures of you and he was killed for it.

Patrice was in those pictures.

She was next, and then Henderson

who could ID everybody.

That left Trina Gavin.

- Why are you wasting the governor's time?

- Anything happens to Trina Gavin,

I have a role of film with you and a dead hooker.

- And what if something happens to you?

- Leave her alone.

- Get the fuck outta here.

- Ready, darling?

We're gonna be late.

- Where did you get these?

- Kyle Medford showed them to me

the day before I killed him.

- You knew and you killed him.

- He was a scumbag.

He would've taken us both down.

I told you

I would never let anyone hurt you.

But I don't remember any of it.

You know what I think it is?

Hysterical blindness.

Do me a favor, Trina.

Next time we make love,

you introduce me to Jade.

He showed them to me the day before I killed him.

You knew and you killed him.

He was a scumbag.

He would've taken us both down.

I told you.

I would never let anyone hurt you.

But I don't remember any of it.

You know what I think it is?

Hysterical blindness.

Do me a favor, Trina.

Next time we make love,

you introduce me to Jade.