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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. Core/Ii.

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.
- Mm-hmm.

- 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.

- Good.
- We got 20 of us.

- All right.
- Get this table.

- All right, flip it.
- We're just gonna work

our way around.

Print everything.
- This whole area.

Think we got
something here, inspector.

- Hours ago.
- Yeah, they had me

on the
back door.

I want you to go
take over there.

Anything special
I need to know?

- All right, flip it.
- 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 s cm]

- 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.
- Uh-huh.

- 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, AI.

- Morning, Mr. Gavin.

Thank you.

Mmm.

- 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.

- 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, urn, 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.

-Ah.

- 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.

- Hmm.

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.

- Uh...

- You have other
copies, I presume.

- That's correct.

- Uh-huh.

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 nonfiction.

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?

Hmm?

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

- Okay.

I want
you off this case.

- Cliff, I 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?

Iused
to like you.

- Here's the Governor's
lady friend.

Shes
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 the nightstand, 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.

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

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

They called
herJade.

One of those
guys was the Governor.

Jade must have
rocked his world

because he wanted me to
bend over and turn around.

Butldonfi
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.

Inever
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.

- 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.

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 0 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.

Ouch.

- 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.

- 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?

-Itouched
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?

- 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?

You keep
working on this,

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

Boy, it's a wonderful
country, idn'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?

- 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.

Yunno,
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 lineup 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.

Oh.

- 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 Iuminol,

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!

.P Where the heart
moves the stones .P

I All for the
love of you I

- Oh God.

.P The eyes declare
a truce of trust I

- Ow!

.P Your lamps will call I

Stop, stop!

Stop!

I Clutched by the
still of the night I

I Clutched by the
still of the night I

I All for the
love of you I

- 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?

Ugh!

- 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.

.P Where the heart
moves the stones .P

I All for the
love of you I

.P The eyes declare
a truce of trust I

I Clutched by the
still of the night I

I Clutched by the
still of the night I

I All for, for
the love of you .P

.P Where the heart
moves the stones .P

I All for, for
the love of you .P