Original subtitles

Downloaded from YTS.BZ

(ethereal music playing)

Official YIFY movies site: YTS.BZ

(ethereal music continues)

(crackling lightning)

(rattling train)

(dramatic music playing)

(menacing music playing)

(whirring train)

(ethereal music playing)

(birds chirping)

(alarm clock beeping)

- [Therapist] Do you often have such dreams, Brenda?

- Yes.

- I see.

Oh, this is your first time seeing a therapist.

Is that correct?

(Brenda clearing her throat) - Yes, it is.

- And why have you sought out my help?

Because of these dreams?

- Partially, um--

I just-- I feel really confused in my life right now,

and I've just-- I've been having these dreams more often, so.

- You're a police officer?

- Yes. (Brenda clears throat) I'm a detective.

- So, you started having these dreams about a month ago.

- Well, the preamble to them

started a few months before that.

- [Therapist] Can you tell me about that?

- Um--

Well, I started on the force about ten years ago,

and I had just been promoted to detective.

(camera shutter clicking)

A woman had been strangled to death in a situation

that immediately suggested eccentric sexual overtones.

And my partner Jimmy Dolan and I,

we had been assigned to the case,

which was a surprise,

because we usually dealt with armed robberies.

- Morning Captain. - Is it?

- What have we got so far?

- (Brenda sighs) Not very much, death by strangulation.

Uh, full name is Joan Chapman, age 36, divorced, no kids.

Ex lives in Florida, so he's probably not in the picture.

- Yeah, you two are heading up this investigation

with Brenda officially number one.

Jimmy reminded me all the political hassles

and bad press we had last year with that serial rapist case.

So, I figured it'd be good PR

to have a female lead investigator.

- Oh, thanks for the vote of confidence, sir.

- You may not be happy with why you're in charge,

but downtown is keeping a very close eye

on this case and you.

Door's been kicked open. Take advantage of it.

I'll check with you later.

- There was more than a little irritation

about my appointment from my-- from my fellow officers,

because I was younger than them

and definitely because I was a woman.

Jimmy and I had worked together before,

when we were both police officers.

He had some sort of issue with a female officer,

so I quickly set some boundaries

and never had a second of trouble.

- Leo, we're still in for the ponies tonight?

- I wish. It's our anniversary.

If I go to the racetrack tonight,

I'll have to draw up a separation agreement.

(Jimmy chuckling)

- Brenda, we're finished with the bedroom.

We're almost through the dining room.

We're just gonna go grab some lunch, okay?

So, make sure nobody crosses the tape, okay?

- Okay, it's not my first case.

- Yeah, but it's your first one as leader, right?

Leo, leave it man, lunch.

(cellphone ringing)

- Detective Roberto.

- [Dixie] Hey babe, we still on for a drink?

- Oh, hey.

Uh, yeah, more than ever.

But, uh, something's breaking, so I might be a little bit late.

- [Dixie] Okay, no problem.

But I can't wait to tell you

I just met Mr. Right.

- Again? How can you be wrong about Mr. Right

and so very often?

- [Dixie] I'll tell you later.

- Okay, I'll talk to you soon. Bye.

- Your friend Dixie?

- My friend Dixie.

- Fun loving girl.

- Yeah, that she is.

Is she your type?

- I don't do crazy.

- Are you still going to the roundup?

- Sometimes.

- All those cougars love a man in uniform.

- This uniform is a cheap suit.

- [Brenda] Okay, so tell me about Mr. Right.

Where'd you meet this one?

- On Night Talk.

- [Brenda] Night Talk?

Wait, isn't that the sex app?

- Well, it's a chat line.

- It's a chat line where you chat about sex.

- What else are you gonna talk about, the weather?

Here. Look, this is my new Mr. Right.

He's 40, divorced, no kids.

Okay, look, the picture doesn't really do him justice,

but he is very hot.

You should try this app, Brenda.

- [Brenda] I don't think a sex app

is what I need right now, but...

- Oh, when was the last time you had anything down there

besides your fingers?

- Look, I am really busy.

- [Dixie] Okay, just gimme your phone.

- Why?

- Trust me.

Have you ever tried a sex app before?

- [Brenda] God, no.

- You don't have to say it like that.

It's not strange, or anything. Okay?

I mean, you meet some weirdos,

but you can weed them out pretty quickly.

Oh, they have a special on Night Talk.

You-- You gotta try.

- Okay, can we have a normal conversation now?

(thunder crackling)

- [Newsreader] The city's 22nd murder of the year

has occurred as a 36 year old woman was found

strangled to death in her West End apartment this morning.

Pat Roberts reports.

- [Brenda] Ah, give me a break. I'm off duty.

(gentle melancholic music playing)

- [Announcer] Is this you, alone,

waiting for the phone that never rings?

Well, change your life and join the fabulous

Night Talk party line.

Meet the man of your dreams,

or the mysterious stranger of your sexual fantasies.

Go to the Night Talk app on your smartphone

and join up today.

- [Therapist] I see that you were divorced.

- Uh, yes, it was short and, uh-- and difficult,

but at least we didn't make it worse by having children so.

- And why was it so difficult?

- He wasn't very confident in sex

and he wanted a strong woman.

It all made sense when I met his mother.

- [Therapist] Have you had any serious

relationships since then?

- Uh, no, not really.

- Do you wanna find another relationship?

(ethereal music playing)

- Yes.

That would be nice.

(ethereal music continues)

(siren wails in the distance)

- Dr. Pavich thinks the victim died between 9:00 PM

and 4:00 AM on Thursday the 10th.

These are the two cameras that were running that day.

We've got one in the lobby entrance.

and one in the elevator doors.

Here she is leaving for work at 8:00 AM

and coming home at 5:30.

And that's the last we see of her.

- [Mike] So, someone came to see her.

- And that's all we know.

There's no cameras in the hallways outside the apartments.

- [Mike] Any other exits?

- Well, there's a side door,

that goes down to the parking garage

but there's no cameras.

- Here she is on the seventh, a few days before her murder.

She gets on the elevator with eight other people.

Six guys.

But we have no idea if she's with any of those guys or not.

- Wait a second. What about this guy?

Looks like he doesn't wanna be seen.

- Yeah, but everybody knows about these cameras

and not everybody likes to be photographed.

Guy's probably married, visiting his girlfriend.

- I'll send you guys the video.

- [Mike] Okay. Start checking with her co-workers,

find out everything you can about her personal life.

Oh, and, um, check with the super.

They usually know everything that's going on.

(dramatic music playing)

(dramatic music continues)

- This is Mr. Foster. He's the building super.

I'm gonna be going over the lobby camera recordings

with him this afternoon.

- Uh, Mr. Foster, were you acquainted

with, uh, Joan Chapman?

- Yeah, she was a bit of a princess,

always complaining about one thing, or the other.

- Okay. Well, uh, the hallway

and, uh, her apartment are now crime scenes.

So, access will be restricted by a 24 hour police presence.

Mr. Foster.

Mr. Foster, do you understand?

- Yeah, yeah, sure, Detective.

- That's all for now, sir.

- Papers are all over this and we're not even sure

there's an actual crime been committed yet.

Could be forced, or consensual, death by misadventure.

Could even wind up in the civil courts.

Anyway, politicians are really putting the heat on this.

So, the sooner we clear this up, the better. Okay?

- Detective, here's the victim's credit card statement.

(phones ringing)

(people chattering)

(menacing music playing)

- [Announcer] Welcome to Night Talk,

the anonymous phone service that allows you

to be who you really want to be.

(dramatic music playing)

- Oh my God, the woman who was murdered

was on Night Talk?

- Yeah, she was.

I mean, I don't know if she met her attacker on it

but on it she was a lot.

So, tell me how it works.

- Okay. I mean, you download the app

and then they send you a user ID number,

and you create your own four digit password.

But this is like just voice.

There's like no pictures.

It's completely private and anonymous.

- Right.

- And then when you find someone who's interesting

then you can exchange emails and phone numbers

and you can chat about sex

and then you can meet and have sex.

- So, I know Night Talk won't give us any information.

So, I've been toying with the idea

of going on it undercover.

- Are you kidding?

- No, look, I could--

I could make a profile that would attract the perp,

I mean the department wouldn't approve

but I'm thinking about doing it on my own.

- [Dixie] You're not kidding? - No.

- Okay. Well, you're gonna have to go

on the kinkier side of the app.

So, you're gonna create a profile

that's like specific to that, right.

So, say you're into dom and sub,

or like whips and chains, and we all have secret desires.

I mean, you know, I've tried a few myself.

(Dixie and Brenda laughing)

Have you even taken a tiny little peek at any of yours?

Have you?

- Not yet.

(soft music playing)

- [Announcer] Welcome to Night Talk,

the anonymous phone service

that allows you to be...

- [man 1] ...an older woman.

- [Announcer] ...you really want to be.

[woman 1] ...looking for a dominant lady.

- [woman 2] It's a hot summer night.

- [man 2] Hi, I'm looking for a busty lady.

- [Couple] Open-minded couple, looking for same.

- [announcer] To record your personal profile,

please press one.

- This is user 3444.

My name's Sarah.

By day I am a confident and attractive woman,

and by night I like to be sexually dominated.

With the right person, I might even be into rough sex.

Message me.

- [Announcer] To listen to profiles,

from those interested in casual encounters, press one.

Fetishes and the wild side, press two.

- [Freddy] Hi, this is Freddy, Box number 2-0-69.

Can't forget that number, hey, gals?

Or guys, I'm open-minded.

(Brenda laughing)

- [Tom] This is box 2001.

My name is Tom.

I'm a confident man with a powerful sexual persona,

single, mid 30s, attractive,

seeking a woman who has a passionate need for such a man.

Could this be you?

(gentle dramatic music playing)

- [Announcer] This member is talking live to another member.

Both members have their party line option turned on.

To listen to their conversation, or to join in the fun,

press four.

- [Tom] Are you touching yourself, Janet?

- [Janet] Oh God, Tom, yes.

Your stories are so sexy.

- [Tom] Okay, so you're on a subway.

I'm sitting alone when I get on

and I sit beside you very closely.

It's a hot day and we're both wearing shorts.

And before you know it, our bare thighs are touching.

- [Janet] Yes, feel the heat of my thighs.

- [Tom] Now, and you come closer,

you feel my cock pressing up against you

and I place my sweater between us.

And then I slipped my fingers inside you.

I open you up.

- [Janet] Oh, Tom.

(car honking)

Oh, Christ, my husband's home.

Please call me again, box 2963.

Please, please call me.

- I never understood what appealed to people

about phone sex.

I mean, I always thought it was this situation

where women were paid to talk sexy to horny men.

But this was different.

This was-- This was real.

Listening in on other people's passions.

I mean, it was thrilling

and very erotic.

- It was genuine.

Good sex doesn't really need love,

but it does need honesty.

(dramatic music playing)

(birds squawking)

For the next few days, I had several responses to my ad,

but most of them were not worth responding to.

No one interested in anything

that could lead me to the killer.

I couldn't get this man Tom out of my mind.

(dramatic music playing)

- [Tom] This is box 2001.

My name is Tom.

- [Announcer] This member is talking live to another member.

To leave a message for this profile, press one.

To listen to the next profile, press two.

- Our paths hadn't crossed again.

And each time I went on the line,

I had to asked myself if my personal interest

in this investigation was taking over my professional one?

- There are no signs of a struggle,

which doesn't mean the victim was compliant.

She may have thought the best way out of this situation

was to just do what the perp wanted.

I have more tests to do,

and I'm not exactly certain if this was an actual rape.

Might have even been consensual.

Are you familiar with EAPX?

- Yeah, the strangulation thing.

- Yes, erotic asphyxiation

to give it its proper term.

The body is deprived of oxygen deliberately

at the point of orgasm to heighten the sexual pleasure.

Um, sort of like having sex at the top of Mount Everest.

- [Brenda] Oh, sounds extreme.

- It's dangerous all right.

I still have some more tests to do

before we can decide if that's what happened here.

I'll let you know.

- [Speaker] Dr. Johnson, please report to forensics.

- I can't get over that.

Putting your life in danger just to have a better orgasm.

- Maybe it's the only way she could have an orgasm.

- Have you ever tried it?

- Me? No.

- [Brenda] Wouldn't surprise me if you did.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?

- Oh, come on.

That trouble you got into a couple years ago.

- Ah, it was just a misunderstanding.

Where are we going?

- Well, I have to go visit my dad. It's--

It's 10 years since my mom's passing,

and I promised I'd meet him at the gravesite,

which is right next to my brothers.

So, it's gonna be a tough day on him.

- And you.

All right, catch you later, all right?

- Thanks.

- [Therapist] Tell me, Brenda, how do you see yourself?

- Uh, well, in middle school I was--

I was very shy and awkward and too skinny.

- Do you see yourself as a shy person now?

- Underneath, yes.

- I'm curious as to why,

if you consider yourself a shy person

you would put yourself in a profession,

where you have to be a forceful and dominant personality.

- I didn't start out that way.

I was studying art history at college,

and, uh, my twin brother, Tony,

had just graduated from the police academy

and he joined the force where my father was a captain.

My father was so proud of him.

I mean, so was I.

But Tony only became a police officer to please my father.

Then he began to hate it

and started drinking.

And, uh, then one night Tony was found in his cruiser drunk.

He had run a red light,

killing a mother and her two children.

My father was, uh, was so ashamed,

disappointed, angry, and Tony, he felt abandoned.

And later that week, Tony used his own, uh, service gun...

(Brenda sniffling)

...and he killed himself so.

I mean, my father, he was-- he was devastated.

- And you?

- Well, I, uh-- I dropped out of art college

and, uh, joined the force.

Uh, my mother had died a year before, and so,

I was really the only person my father had left.

(birds squawking)

Rest in peace Tony.

I love you very much

and so does pop.

- I'm just glad your mother didn't live to see that.

- I understand you're hurting, Dad,

but so was Tony.

Okay? I wish you could see that.

- He dishonored the family.

- I don't feel dishonored, Dad.

Okay? I feel sad.

I miss my brother very much.

(sighing)

- So, tell me,

how you doing, sweetheart?

Getting your first assignment as a lead, huh?

It's pretty exciting.

- That it is, but I'm not naive, Dad.

I know politics and family connections

played a part in it.

- And it hasn't escaped my notice

that someone's having a birthday next week.

- You don't have to buy me presents.

- [Father] Only if I want to,

and I-I didn't really buy this.

- Madame Butterfly, mom's favorite.

- I bought it 10 years ago for your mother's birthday.

No, she didn't make it, but...

- Well, I will cherish it all the more.

- Oh, and don't forget the card.

- [Brenda] Tickets as well.

You will be my date.

- Of course.

- I am gonna make you proud, Dad.

- I know you will.

(gentle suspenseful music playing)

- [Announcer] There are no messages in your box.

- So, judging by the forensic report and other factors,

there's no evidence that she was struggling against

a sex act that would suggest rape.

- Well, yeah, unless she was facing the barrel of a gun.

- Possibly, but we have no way of knowing

if that was the case, or not.

- Either way, it's my belief

that she was strangled from behind

in the doggy style position while sex was happening.

- Right, so it could have been erotic asphyxiation.

- Yes, it's a dangerous act and possibly pushed too far.

(menacing music playing)

- [Announcer] You have one new message.

To hear it, press one.

- Hello, Sarah.

This is Tom, box 2001.

I like your ad.

So, I'm gonna go ahead and tell you a little fantasy story.

It's summertime and you're staying at your friend's

remote cottage while they're traveling through Europe.

But your friend forgot to tell you

that this is the week they've booked

to have the roof redone.

And I am that roofer.

I knock on the cottage door, but there's no answer.

I go around to the back

and find myself outside an open bathroom window,

and that's when I see you.

You're naked in the shower, your nipples are erect

and I watch you.

Then you suddenly no longer feel alone.

You turn to look out the window,

but I quickly pull back into the bushes.

I hear the shower turn off

and I return to the front door and I knock.

(gentle knocking)

I knock again and I wait.

(gentle knocking)

Then you answer.

If you wanna hear the rest of my story,

leave me a message in box 2001.

(door knocking)

- Brenda.

- Oh. Uh--

- Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

- Ah, no, it's okay.

- I know there's a lot of pressure on you

and me about this case.

It's not gonna be an easy one to crack,

but I'm pleased with how you're handling it so far. Okay?

- Thanks, Mike. I appreciate that.

- Now, get outta here and get some rest.

- Okay.

(soft dramatic music playing)

(soft dramatic music continues)

(operatic music playing)

- [Tom] I look in and I see you naked.

Your breasts are full.

Your nipples erect.

I feast my eyes on you.

You wanna hear the rest of my story?

Leave me a message in box 2001.

(operatic music continues)

- [Announcer] Member 2001 is currently online.

To leave a message, press two.

- Hi Tom, this is Sarah.

I received your message this morning

and I liked it very much.

I'm home now and would like to continue your fantasy story.

- [Announcer] You have a live

connection request from Box 2001.

To accept the request, press two.

(sweeping operatic music playing)

You are now being connected live to box 2001.

- [Tom] Sarah, I thought you might leave me a message.

Here you are.

- [Sara] Hello.

- [Tom] Hello, who?

- [Sarah] Hello, Tom.

- That's better.

I think it's so much better talking live,

than leaving each other messages, don't you think?

- I do.

You have a very sexy voice.

(Tom laughing)

- You know, I've been told that.

Most people sound different on the phone,

but I guess I'm lucky to sound sexy.

So, what's your story?

You married, attached?

Are you on your own?

- Um, I'm on my own.

- That's good.

What do you look like? And be honest.

- Uh, I have blonde hair, green eyes,

five foot four.

- [Tom] Full figured, slim?

- Slim.

- What about your breasts?

- They're small, but nice.

- It's very good.

Well, let me tell you about myself.

I'm 39 tall, dark and handsome.

I'm not that tall, but I'm tall enough.

Dark and I've been told I'm kind of handsome.

Does that appeal to you?

- Yes.

- Did it turn you on?

- It could.

- Good.

Is that Puccini's Madam Butterfly

I'm hearing back there?

- Yes, it is.

- Do you know that Puccini wrote that duet

to express butterflies first sexual experience?

- No, I didn't.

- Why don't you turn it up

and I'll finish the rest of my story?

Would you like that?

- Yes, please.

(loud operatic music playing)

- It's a hot day

and I'm working on your roof, wearing shorts.

You're down below in the garden in a thin halter,

with your perky nipples poking through.

I'm taking in the ripeness of your delicious body,

as the sun beats down on the both of us.

Are you touching yourself a little bit, Sarah?

- [Sarah] Yes.

- Good. Keep going.

(operatic music continues)

(Brenda breathing heavily)

You offer me a glass of water.

So, I come down the ladder and I take the glass.

Now your face is close to my shorts.

You can see the outline of my cock

and I can see the lust in your eyes.

Suddenly I dropped the glass.

Take your hand and I slide it up my shorts,

my cock fills your hand as our eyes lock together.

(operatic music continues)

Our passions are about to explode.

But then suddenly you pull away

and you run back into the cottage.

And I wonder if I've gone too far.

I follow you up to the cottage.

You've gone upstairs and closed the door of your room.

Your heart pounds

as you hear me climbing the steps towards you.

I get to the door and I wonder,

is it locked, or open?

- It's-- It's locked.

- I turn the knob and it's open.

It was always open, wasn't it?

Now, I'm in the room and I move towards you,

grab your ankles and I pull you towards me.

I slowly descend upon you when I plunge into you,

again and again.

- [Brenda] Oh, yes.

- And again.

(Brenda panting)

- Take me, Tom.

Take me. (operatic music continues)

(Brenda breathing heavily)

(opera music reaching crescendo)

(Brenda moaning)

(Brenda sighing)

(gentle music playing)

- Sarah, you still there?

(Sarah sighing)

- Yes. (clears throat)

- You enjoy yourself?

- I did.

Very much.

- Good. Maybe next time you'll enjoy yourself even more.

There will be a next time, won't there, Sarah?

- Yes.

- All right.

Well, I look forward to talking to you again.

Goodnight.

(gentle ethereal music playing)

- Why was I so aroused by this man, Tom?

Was it his strength and confidence

that allowed me to feel so safe and let myself go?

But I never had felt that free.

It's like I had escaped

and I was surprised when these feelings surfaced in me.

- Well, you've come face-to-face with a personal truth

you've always avoided.

In your daily life as a law enforcement officer,

you are the one very much in control.

But as a woman dealing with her own sexuality

and the overwhelming power of it,

you need to be seduced by another,

to do things that you subconsciously desire,

but can't admit to, or accept.

And Brenda, this is a barrier

that you yourself have built.

- Fingerprint report.

The victims, of course, was everywhere,

except on the doorknobs

and drawers where they should be.

- It's probably just wiped clean by the perp.

- Charlie's report says that there's two sets of prints,

one which was left by the super.

- Yeah, but as a super,

there'd be lots of reasons for him to be in there.

- There's also a set that we can't trace.

I mean, no criminal record, nothing on file.

- Yeah, but who? I mean, no one seems to know

much about her personal life.

- Okay, well, nothing else to do,

but keep hammering at it until we find something

that leads us to something else, so keep at it.

Brenda a minute, please.

- Yeah.

- I had a thought.

The victim and this guy we're looking for,

they might have met on that sex app, you mentioned,

uh, Night Line was it?

- No, no, Night Talk.

- You think it might be useful at all

if we put an undercover on it?

She could listen to the weirdos

and see if she picks anything up.

- Yeah.

Yeah, that could work.

Do you have anybody in mind?

- No, not off the top of my head.

Could even be you.

- Yeah, that could work.

- You can make up a fake ad.

See if anybody like this perp

we're looking for bites.

Might not be strictly legal, but...

- Yeah, let me think about it.

I need a pick me up, care to join?

- Of course.

- The Roundup?

- Nah, I'm off that place.

- Oh did you use up all those cougars?

- Yeah. (Jimmy laughing) No, I go to a new place now.

Buddy of mine owns it.

- [Eddie] West Side Wildcats.

That's me. I was a fullback of the '92 team.

Jimmy here was the right guard.

Now, of course, the 93 team were the city champs,

which I wasn't part of because we moved outta the city.

So, I missed out on all the glory.

- And the ring.

- Oh, wait, when did you get that?

- Just got it. 25th anniversary reunion.

- Which I was at, but the 92 team didn't get a ring.

- [man] Eddie.

- [Eddie] Enjoy, guys.

- [Brenda] Thanks.

- So, what did Sherlock Holmes have to say?

- Mm. So, he is thinking about putting someone

on the chat line undercover.

- Worth a shot.

- He asked me.

- Your voice is sexier than mine.

- But I'm already on it.

- Jesus Christ.

- I went on it two weeks ago on my own.

Look, I didn't tell you because I hadn't come up with anything,

but I created this ad and I went on the fetish category.

- Oh, you must have heard some pretty interesting stuff.

- Come on, don't be so pervy.

It's police work, not my private life,

and I haven't come up with anything,

and maybe never will.

- Well, you've gone this far.

Might as well give it more time. We got nothing anyway.

- You think I should tell Bennett?

- Tell him you're moving forward with his idea.

I mean, who's to know you're thinking faster than him.

Most of us are anyway.

- [Brenda] Okay, but this is strictly between us.

- Absolutely.

(gentle dramatic music playing)

- From then on, I couldn't think about the case

without thinking of Tom.

I had no idea what he even looked like.

It could be anybody.

I was becoming obsessed with this man.

As soon as I got home,

the first thing I did was go to the Night Talk app.

Tom told me the most wonderful fantasies

I could ever imagine.

At first, I was taken by his overwhelming sexual energy.

But then as his stories continued,

I could also sense beneath his strength

a softer and gentler side to him.

And I began to feel so open with this man I had never met,

or touched, let alone kissed.

Then I saw Madame Butterfly

and for the first time through new eyes.

(operatic singing)

I was more than ever, deeply moved by Madam Butterfly,

because my experience with Tom had helped me in accepting

the power and passion of my own sexuality.

But Tom had also left me in a dilemma.

My professional investigative reasons

for being on Night Talk

were now becoming overridden by my personal erotic ones.

(operatic singing)

(sweeping orchestral music playing)

And then I found myself in a further

and more painful dilemma,

one I should have seen coming.

- I love the way you come, Sarah,

so beautifully, so passionately.

- I love the way you make me come.

- But I wanna see you come, Sarah, I wanna feel you come.

I think we should meet.

- Um, no.

No, I-- I can't do that.

- Why not? A lot of people meet on this line.

- Have you met many women on this line?

- That's not important.

What's important is I haven't talked to anyone

that I wanted to meet as much as I wanna meet you.

- Yes, I know, but meeting could ruin everything.

I mean, I hardly know you, but I do trust you.

But maybe it's because we haven't met.

I mean, there's no expectations, no realities.

We can just be each other's fantasies.

- Fantasies can only go so far, Sarah.

I wanna make this thing real.

Do you understand that?

- Yes.

Let me think about it.

- Okay.

You think about it.

Think about what it'll be like for you

if I don't take your calls anymore.

Do you understand that?

- Yes.

- Good.

(dramatic music playing)

(Brenda sighing)

- Brenda, you cannot let this guy get away.

I mean, talk about beginner's luck.

I've been on that app for like a year,

and I have not struck hot gold like this guy.

- What about Mr. Right?

- Mr. half right, his half.

Anyway, you've gotta meet up with this Tom guy.

I mean, he's giving you what you want in spades.

- Look, I'm a police officer investigating a murder.

I can't risk blowing my cover.

- Yeah, but don't you wanna blow him?

- Ha ha.

And what if he is not the way that I imagined?

- Are your orgasms imagined?

- No.

- Okay. So you gotta arrange

to meet him at a coffee shop or something, right?

Give him a false description of what you're wearing.

And you can check him out anonymously.

And if you're into him, you text him,

you tell him I got tied up at work

and you arrange to meet him later

and he can tie you up for real.

If you pass on him, pass him on to me.

(Brenda fake laughing)

(dramatic music playing)

(people chattering)

- I had imagined Tom to be a stern looking man,

but he has a shyness in his eyes.

In contrast to his brash, confident manner on Night Talk.

(gentle dramatic music continues)

I panicked.

I just couldn't go up to this man I had never seen before

and just say, "Hi, I'm Sarah,

"the blonde who's been climaxing over the phone

"and I'm here because I want more."

Tom, um, look, I'm sorry I'm not there.

There was an emergency at work.

But hopefully we can meet again.

We connected later online that night.

He was so angry and hurt that I didn't show up.

He started yelling and cursing at me,

and then I started to cry,

and then he felt bad and he started apologizing.

And then I saw this softer, gentler side of him.

- Like?

- Uh...

He said, it was the awareness of his vulnerability

that angered him

and that he thought he had conquered it.

- Did he explain more about that?

- Well, he said that he was a nerdy,

smart kid in high school

and that he had a crush on Jenny,

a girl in the senior class.

- She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

I was crazy about her.

Then she asked me to cheat

and write an essay for her college entry exam.

But I refused, I just couldn't do it.

So, she wrote it herself.

She didn't get accepted.

So, she started plotting her revenge.

She invited me over to her parents' place

when they were away, and she started to seduce me.

She got me completely naked

and led me into her darkened bedroom,

by my very stiff cock.

Then suddenly, boom,

surprise, the lights switched on

and there were all of her friends

and a guy who turned out to be her boyfriend

standing there laughing at me.

I was humiliated,

shattered, angry.

I dropped outta school the next day.

I shut down.

I didn't want to have anything to do with women

for a very long time.

And when I started again,

I made a promise that

I was never gonna be treated like that.

I was never gonna give up that kind of control.

And I started to feel that I liked it

and when I got on to Night Talk

I found that there are women on the line who liked it, too,

just like you.

That's just phone sex fantasy, Sarah.

It's play acting.

I mean, it brought us together, the real us.

And that's why I want to be with you for real.

Sarah, this is the last time I'm gonna ask,

you understand that?

- Okay.

Yes.

Let's try it for real.

- Okay, good.

This Friday, 7:00 o'clock, The Merlo on Clark Street.

Do you know it?

- I do.

- I'll see you then.

- [Therapist] Were you falling in love with him?

- Well, I certainly was in lust with him,

but I began to wonder if there could be something more.

- Did you want to be in love with him?

- Yes.

I didn't know it then,

but Tom allowed me to be myself.

I've been waiting for somebody like that,

except that it took a dramatic turn.

(menacing music playing)

We still had no definite leads in our investigation.

So on a hunch, I decided to revisit the crime scene.

I'd gone over Leo's report that morning.

He listed items he had checked in the kitchen,

including two canisters, one with sugar

and one with flour.

But then I noticed that there was a third canister,

and I wondered if he had checked it.

(dramatic music playing)

(canister rattling)

In the crime world,

criminals make mistakes all the time.

And sometimes, so do police.

(whirring traffic noise)

So, I decided not to tell Captain Bennett

about Leo's mistake and deal with it myself.

So, these are the guys that she was interested in.

- Right. Okay. Well, we need her user ID and her password

so we can listen to the messages from these guys.

But only if she sees them.

She was a busy lady.

Oh, my goodness.

But doesn't mean she met up with any of these guys.

- So Night Talk gives you a user ID number

and then you have to choose your four digit password.

What if she was lazy like everybody else

and picked her birthday?

- Yes, that's easy to remember.

- Okay, so she was born November 14th, 1984.

I mean, that's 1184 or 1114.

So we need to find a number written down in conjunction with

another number and then that's her user ID.

- [Dixie] Oh, bingo. Third page.

- Oh wow, she was lazy.

- [Announcer] Welcome to Night Talk.

- [Joan] This is user number 4375.

My name is Joan.

- That's her.

- I'm a mid 30s attractive lady.

- [Announcer] You have one saved message.

- [Tom] Hi, Joan. This is Tom from Box 2001.

- Oh my God, is that your guy?

- Yeah, it is.

- [Tom] I would love to meet you this Thursday,

and act out that fantasy story we talked about.

Message me in my mailbox 2001, or call me on my cell.

555-698-8969.

(menacing music playing)

- That woman was killed on a Thursday.

- Jesus.

(dramatic music playing)

(menacing music playing)

(menacing music continues)

(Brenda gasps)

- Tom.

I was shattered and in shock,

but I knew what I had to do.

- [Jimmy] I'll call you back.

- I have a suspect.

- What?

- Yeah. Yeah.

A guy who talked to the victim on the chat line.

He left his phone number in the voice box.

- Anything visual?

If you know what the guy looks like,

we can check the lobby camera.

- No.

No idea what he looks like.

I don't know if they-- they actually met,

but I do know that they made plans to meet,

on the night of her death.

- We'll talk to him. Do you wanna make the call?

- No, you go ahead.

- All right.

You may have cracked this one there, cowboy.

Mr. Wilson?

Detective Jimmy Dolan, we spoke on the phone.

This is Detective Roberto. May we come in?

- Of course.

(gentle dramatic music playing)

You guys wanted to talk to me about telephone fraud?

- Not exactly a fraud, Mr. Wilson.

Do you recognize this woman?

- No. No, never, uh, seen her before.

- Not in the newspapers a couple weeks ago,

television newscasts?

- No, I-I try not to watch the news.

I prefer the radio.

My friends say I'm from another century.

Nah, I've never seen her before.

- The woman was a customer of an app called Night Talk.

It's a sex chat line.

You ever been on it?

(Tom chuckling nervously)

- Yeah. Yes, um--

Actually, I have, yeah.

On it occasionally.

- Well, on that line, I found a message from you to her.

I would love to meet this Thursday,

to act out that submissive fantasy I told you about.

Did you leave that message?

- That's not illegal, is it?

- No, but the woman was found dead a few weeks ago,

on a Thursday.

- Well, I-I never even met her.

We just talked on the phone.

A lot of people on the line say they're gonna meet up

but they never do.

- Were you ever in her apartment?

- No.

No, I never met her,

so I wouldn't even know where she lives.

We just had a telephone connection.

That's it.

- Thank you.

Our investigation is ongoing, Mr. Wilson.

So, we may have to talk to you again.

So, I wouldn't make any travel plans for a while.

- Sure.

- So what do you make of that?

- He could be telling the truth, I guess.

- Yeah, and Elvis could still be on tour.

Let's just see what the prints say.

That's him. So, now we know

he was in the building that night.

- [Mike] We have a match,

the unidentified prints in the apartment

are Tom Wilson's. Bring him in.

- [Jimmy] Mr. Wilson, when you were shown this photo,

you said you didn't know her.

- [Tom] That's right.

- [Jimmy] We have fingerprints you put on that photo

match the prints we found in the victim's apartment.

So, if you never met her,

what were your prints doing in her apartment?

- This is our man.

Agreed?

- You're absolutely sure?

- Brenda, come on.

- The evidence is clear.

Tom, tell us what happened.

- Okay, okay.

I was there.

She invited me over and I went,

but I was only there for an hour

and it wasn't working out. So, I left.

- What wasn't working out?

- Why I went there. - For the sex?

- Yeah.

It became awkward.

We were fooling around in the living room and then...

- How?

- I don't know, kissing, touching.

She brought me into the bedroom

and then that's when she told me what she wanted.

- Which was?

- She wanted me to tie her up, do this this EAPX thing,

take a scarf and tie it around her neck from behind

while we had sex,

and tighten it and tighten it until she climaxed

and then let go.

She said it was the best way to have an orgasm.

And then once she came, she was gonna do it to me.

I may have some weird sexual taste,

but not that weird, or that dangerous.

So, I left.

(Tom sighing)

Look, I think I have the right to call my lawyer.

(intercom buzzing)

- [Mike] Detective Dolan,

could you come to my office, please?

- I almost got him.

- You're close.

But we gotta let him see his lawyer.

While we're bringing him in here, Brenda,

go in there and see what you can get out of him.

Try the good cop routine.

- Sir, I'm not very good at that.

- Go.

- How long have you been on the chat line, Mr. Wilson?

- Two months.

- And why were you on it?

- [Tom] Well, I work from home

and, uh, don't get a lot of chances to meet women.

I hate picking up in bars,

so I figured I'd give it a try.

- Did you like it?

- Yeah. Yes, I did.

I'm not a typical sexy guy in person,

but I found I could be online.

- Did you meet any other women besides Joan Chapman?

- No, she was the first one.

The only one.

Just my luck.

I talked to a few women on the line,

but none of them really wanted to meet up.

I think they were just playing games.

- All of them?

I mean, there wasn't even one woman

who wasn't playing a game?

- Well, actually there was one, a couple of weeks back.

Thought we connected and thought that, yeah,

maybe this could be a real thing.

- Did you meet her?

- No.

She stood me up.

She said it was a work thing, but, uh,

I don't know, I think she got scared.

- Scared how?

- Scared to show up.

Be her true self.

- Well, that's all for now, um, Mr. Wilson.

You'll please excuse me.

(gentle dramatic music playing)

- I think we can charge him,

then we'll see if he cracks.

- Yeah, I'm in.

- We'll hold him for 24 hours,

then we'll question him again with his lawyer present.

Good job, detective.

- Thank you, sir.

- (Jimmy sighing) After a day like today

I need a drink. How about you?

- No, I could use some sleep.

- Well, you've earned it.

(Jimmy chuckling)

All right, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah, see you tomorrow.

(ethereal music playing)

(phone ringing)

Hey Eddie, what's up?

- [Eddie] Brenda, Jimmy's pissed out of his mind

and the cops are here to take him away.

- Okay, yeah, I'll be right there.

(people chattering)

(Jimmy retching)

(dramatic music playing)

- Hey, Brenda.

I don't know what or why it happened,

but, uh, our friend over there had a little too much to drink.

Then he started freaking out

and started throwing punches at people.

- [cop] Detective, your friend is here.

- [Jimmy] Hey, Brenda, what are you doing here?

- Look, we don't wanna arrest him

and Eddie here is cool.

So, it's all off the record.

- Fellas, let's go for a drink.

- No, no, they're on duty, cowboy.

- [Jimmy] Huh?

- Come on, let's get you back to the ranch.

- [Jimmy] Okay.

- Come on. Let's go. Let's get you some food.

- [Jimmy] Food?

- Yeah. Thanks, Eddie.

I got it from here.

- Get some sleep, Jimmy.

- So, what was that all about?

Huh? What happened?

- What happened?

I don't think you wanna know that, Brenda.

- And why not?

Jimmy.

I'm your partner and your friend.

You can tell me anything.

- Not this,

not this time.

We've been together for a long time, right?

What, like two years?

- Three, since we were police officers.

- Okay. In those--

in those two-- in those three years,

have... (stuttering)

Now you're a good looking woman, Brenda.

A mighty good looking woman.

Have I ever made the teeniest pass at you?

- No.

And I've respected you for that.

- Good.

Remember that, aye?

(gentle dramatic music playing)

Now you're a good looking woman, Brenda.

A mighty good looking woman.

Have I ever made the teeniest pass at you?

(suspenseful music playing)

- Jimmy.

Yeah, so when I saw the ring,

I knew it was Jimmy who caused Joan Chaplan's death.

- [Father] Does Jimmy suspect you know?

- I don't think so.

Have you ever had to arrest someone close to you, pops?

- Well, that's part of being a cop, sweetheart.

But yes, I have.

As you know, I grew up in the rough part of town.

My brother Ricky and I used to get into a lot of trouble,

B and E,

stealing cars, you know, stuff.

Before I got in to deep, I straightened out.

I became a police officer.

But Ricky...

And about three years after I became a cop,

I had to arrest my own brother

and I did.

- Wow, I didn't know that.

- Nobody did.

We made a deal not to tell mama,

or anybody else.

So, Ricky did his time, straightened out.

Thank God mama never found out,

she would've killed me.

(soft dramatic music playing)

I'm glad you came by this morning, sweetie.

I've been thinking a lot about Tony these last few days

and I've, uh-- I've come to realize

that I put an enormous amount of pressure on him

to follow in my footsteps.

(sentimental music playing)

I always thought Tony was the strong one.

I didn't realize how sensitive he was underneath.

As for you,

I always thought you were just a sensitive one.

I didn't recognize how strong you are inside.

Both wonderful qualities.

Don't ever lose them,

because as a cop, you're gonna need them.

- So, how are you feeling?

- Probably about as bad as I look.

- What went down last night?

I asked you, but you never told me.

- I don't know. Got down, had too much to drink.

No biggie.

- Having dangerous sex with a woman who dies is no biggie?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Jimmy, it's me,

your partner, and your pal.

It was you on the elevator hiding your face.

- What are you talking about?

- Jimmy,

I need you to be straight with me now.

- I should have known I can never fool you, Brenda.

- Okay. (clears throat)

Let's go to Mike's office.

- Met her at the Roundup.

We went back to her place.

She said all she wanted was hot sex and lots of it.

After that first time I tried to contact her again,

but she was always busy.

Then out of the blue, she phones me up

and invites me over. Naturally, I went.

I had no idea this Tom guy was there before me.

We start fooling around, the usual stuff

and then she wants to do this EAPX thing,

just like Tom told us.

And so I started doing her from behind

and choking her with the scarf,

and she's saying "Tighter and tighter".

And then everything's just going so fast

I didn't realize what I was doing.

"Tighter and tighter" she kept on saying,

and we were both coming...

and then she was dead.

- Jesus, Jimmy.

- I was a drunk cop.

What do I know about all this weird shit she was into.

Anyway, I wiped down as many prints as I can remember,

and then I beat it out the side door.

You guys know my reputation.

I've been on paid leave before.

One more strike against me,

then I'm finished in this department.

And that's why I pushed Mike to put us in charge,

so I could cover myself

and just make this case go away unsolved.

(soft music playing)

But I never counted on an innocent guy taking the rap.

- Well, we're probably looking at

death by misadventure, Jimmy.

Hate to see that happen to a good cop like you.

- [Tom] Detective Roberto.

- Mr. Wilson.

- Hey.

Look, I just wanted to thank you

for helping me outta that mess back there.

- Yeah, well, that's my job.

- Well, you didn't have to believe me,

and I'm glad you did.

I felt like I could talk to you, like you understood.

I was just a lonely guy using this thing

as a way to communicate with these women.

But after all this,

I don't think I'm going back on the line.

- Yeah, well, that, uh, sounds like a good idea.

Do you think you'll miss it?

- No.

Well, maybe that one lady I was telling you about, Sarah.

We had a connection, but who knows?

She's probably some single mom with 17 kids, or something.

Who knows?

Anyway, thank you again, Detective.

(soft music playing)

Detective,

what's your first name, by the way?

- Brenda.

- Brenda.

I can't help the feeling that we've met before

and I just-- I don't know where, or when.

- Well, I, uh, I started off in traffic.

Maybe I gave you a ticket.

- Traffic

Yeah, maybe.

There's just something really familiar.

I don't know, maybe it's your voice or--

is this your regular station?

- Uh, yeah, I've been here for the past three years.

- Okay, well...

Okay, well, uh, nice to meet you, Brenda,

and thanks again.

- [Therapist] So, Tom never knew that you were

that Sarah on the chat line?

- No.

- Brenda, the preamble to these dreams

started a few months ago with this investigation.

But the dreams themselves just started recently.

Did anything else happen?

- Yes.

A couple of weeks ago I started dating this man.

He's wonderful.

He's kind and funny and smart.

But he's not very confident.

And after my experience with Tom,

I know that's the sort of man that I want, and that--

and that I need.

- But do you think you're being fair to yourself

to expect this man to be like Tom?

Is it fair to this man?

- That's just it.

I know that he can be strong like Tom,

because he is Tom.

(gentle operatic singing)

I was coming out of the station one day

and there he was waiting.

And one thing led to another and we started dating,

and then I started to fall in love.

Or maybe I was already in love.

And then came the moment when sex became a possibility.

But I kept waiting for this confident Tom

that I knew on the phone to show up.

I knew he could be strong, but I couldn't--

I couldn't tell him how I knew that.

- Yes, he might have felt used, betrayed.

- How do I get the strong man that

I first knew,

without telling him the whole truth?

- But tell him the truth.

Brenda, if you have an issue, any issue,

the best way to deal with it is to be honest

and to tackle it straight on.

Tell him everything.

Everything.

- Dear Tom, I know this email will come as a shock to you,

but please read on and don't make any assumptions

until you've read all of it.

You know me casually as Brenda a police officer,

but you also know me deeply and passionately as Sarah,

the lady on Night Talk.

As a police officer,

I had this plan of going undercover

to solve a crime.

I had no intention of ever meeting anyone.

But then you and your passion came into my life,

your stories, your ability to let me surrender,

to feel--

to feel free and let go.

I never experienced that.

So, if you can get past my betrayal

and come to me as that stranger on the roof

who excited me

and who made my imagination

explode with passion,

then my heart and my home is open to you.

Brenda.

(lightning crackling)

Yes, Tom.

Here's the door to my heart.

And yes, the door is not locked.

It is open, just as it was in your story.

(operatic singing)

So come to me. Take me now for real

as you once did in fantasy.

(thunder roaring)

(operatic singing)

I'm sorry.

(Tom shushing)

- [Tom] It's okay.

I'm here.

- Take me, Tom.

(operatic singing)

- [Tom] Oh, Brenda.

I love you, Brenda.

- [Brenda] Oh, Tom.

(Brenda moaning)

Yes.

Oh, God, I'm gonna come.

I'm gonna come.

- [Tom] Come.

(Brenda moaning) (operatic singing continues)

(thunder crackling)

(Tom and Brenda sighing)

(thunder crashing)

Oh, Tom,

we found each other.

- [Tom] Yes, Brenda, we have.

(gentle operatic singing)

(gentle operatic music continues)