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You take a hike looky Lou you get none of my feet. Yeah, I got a job to do here

Around 6.45 a.m., this guy and his dog are out taking a walk. The dog already

gave a statement. Tell me about the guy.

Around 6.45 a.m., this guy is out taking a walk, and he sees this broken window.

Now, what the hell are you doing here?

Richard, lighten up.

Skyline Edition has a right to report the news, and this is news.

Yes, it is.

But you don't report the news. You do this flashy, trash television show, and

you call it the news. Now, beat it.

Cover her up for Christ's sakes, huh?

And bring her downtown. She doesn't live here anymore.

Go ahead, Haley. You were saying? About 6.45 a.m. this morning.

Jesus Christ.

All right, hold it.

Is it Sheila?

Yeah.

Leave us alone for a couple of minutes, all right? Yeah, no problem.

Could you please step this way, sir?

Sorry to get you out of bed.

The hell gets into people.

You're the psychiatrist, you tell me.

She was into some heavy, kinky stuff.

Yeah. Yes, she was.

Well, you want to tell me about it?

Look, Richard, can we get out of here?

Yeah.

All right, start knocking on doors in that neighborhood.

Okay. But I think I only got about six more blocks on these puppies before one

of them blows out.

Now, you get a statement from that man walking his dog and a report from Kim,

okay?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Well, something like this happens, then all of a sudden everybody turns deaf and

blind.

Now, sit down. These numbers for me, okay?

Now, you tell me what you know about Sheila Harrison.

Well, this puts me in an ethical dilemma.

Oh? How so?

Well, Sheila wasn't only my secretary, she was also my patient.

Oh.

She came in one day all battered.

She picked up some guy in a bar, done a real number on her.

She said it wasn't the first time, but she wanted it to be the last.

She seemed perfectly normal when I met her. How'd you help, please?

We all have a dark side, Richard.

Some of us can control it, others need help.

At the end of the second session, she said she wouldn't be back.

So I offered her a job.

Maybe sneak in a little therapy on the side?

Yeah.

Well, you can see how successful that was.

She would have just let me in if she just would have trusted me.

Well, you can't help somebody who doesn't want your help, right?

Yeah.

How long does she work for you?

Four, five months.

Okay.

Go through a file.

Maybe come up with a name or something that can help us, okay?

Yeah. I'll have it sent over as soon as I get back to the office.

I'll see you.

Quinn, how many broken ribs?

Four.

You know, they should turn on the electric chair and never turn it off.

You sound like a broken record, Michael.

Check this one.

Butterfly tattoo on her rump.

Who's doing the ID?

Nobody close, so relax.

Ah, maybe it won't be so hard then.

This is the part I hate worse.

Why don't I quit?

Because you'd never get to see me. Besides, you can't collect unemployment

if you quit.

That must be it.

Where are you hurrying off to, Quinn?

Don't tell me you miss me already.

You know, Quinn, you and I could just really...

What's going on?

Well, it's Richard's birthday, and I'm collecting for a birthday cake and a

present. Birthday?

How old is the old badger?

How the hell should I know?

How did you know it was his birthday?

Two hookers told me, okay? Look, you guys in or what?

Hey, I'm broke, Frank. I'll catch you next time.

Oh, so much for buying a Rolex watch. Yeah, right.

That's all I got on me.

Figures you guys are overpaid anyway.

Hey, Frank.

Don't you have some shopping to do? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm out of here. Look,

besides, this place is beginning to smell.

Won't smell so bad after you leave.

Oh, baby.

Quinn, want to have something to eat later?

Some Italian?

Around six?

I know what's on your mind, Michael. The day that you get me up there on that

slab, that's the day you get your hands on me.

You're cold, Quinn.

Not yet, pal.

Not yet.

So, are we done for the day?

You are. I've still got plenty to do.

In less than a month, you have done about three months' worth of work.

And I told you yesterday you were off probation.

So go home, relax, get a life.

And what about you? Are you going home?

Yeah. As a matter of fact, I think I am.

Excuse me.

Dr. Stratton?

That's right.

My name is Heather Black.

I need your help.

Do you have an appointment?

Um, no.

Well, Miss Duncan here would be happy to make one for you.

Actually, I was hoping I could see you today.

Well, I was just on my way out please I'm afraid I'm losing my mind

This

way, thank you You want me to hold your calls,

please I Really

appreciate this Oh, it's no problem.

How can I help you?

About a month ago, I had a, um... I don't know what you call it, a

blackout, I guess.

I was at my boyfriend's house, and we'd gotten in a fight.

And I left his place about 1 a.m. or somewhere around there.

And I didn't feel like going home, so I started driving around.

And I got tired of driving, so I started walking.

And I was heading north on Central.

And the next thing I remember was waking up, and it was late afternoon, and I was

watching some crap on TV.

I don't remember driving home or anything.

Somehow, I lost eight hours.

And I wouldn't mind so much, except I've been having these terrible nightmares

ever since.

Can you remember your nightmares?

It's all so vague.

There's a woman, and there's somebody else, and...

They're in a cage, I think.

And I think the woman is scared because she's trying to escape.

I mean, at least I think she is.

I don't know.

It's all pretty screwy.

Do you think it means something?

What do you think?

I think I saw something.

I don't want to remember.

I want you to keep a notebook beside your bed tonight.

If you have another dream... It's not an if.

Well, write it down as soon as you wake up.

You know, that's how Robert Louis Stevenson wrote Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Mel. Yes?

We need to make an appointment for Miss Black tomorrow.

And right before you go to sleep, I want you to repeat to yourself.

I will remember my dreams.

I will remember my dreams.

Okay? If you say so.

What time is it? It's after six.

Did my agent call?

No.

No, no, he did call. He said that you're starring opposite Olivier and Hamlet

next week.

Olivier's dead, wiseass.

Oh, yeah.

You know what? He said that, too.

So don't get your hopes up.

Heather.

I am so sick.

And tired of this hamburger business.

Leave a little for me.

I tell you, that's enough to make any guy want to become a vegetarian.

So quit.

Do something else.

Like what?

Whatever you want.

Well, I want to be a star basketball player.

And I want to be an actress. But you got a bad knee and I got a bad head shot.

So try something else, like pro wrestling.

How about me being a sanitation engineer, and I'm going to start by

taking you to the dumpster.

What is it? Hello,

you're mine.

Shut up, you old crab.

Doesn't that guy ever go out?

What do you think?

Shh.

You're disturbing the man.

Ow,

my knee, my knee.

Your knee?

That's what you get.

It's not going to stop me.

Yes.

Roy, wait.

What?

There's something I have to tell you, and you have to promise me you won't go

crazy on me.

You're not seeing some other guy.

No, this has nothing to do with us.

So tell me.

Okay.

Well, I think you need to be in a much better mood first.

What can be worse than seeing you with another guy?

You're not pregnant.

No.

You'll see.

What does it feel since we met? It seems unreal.

Your eyes tell me secrets in your mind.

But it's tearing me apart because I've wanted

you from the start.

And I'm wondering if you're feeling the same way.

This is...

I hid every bar in your file.

Showed them Sheila's picture.

Nobody remembers seeing her.

Funny, huh? A looker like that.

Oh.

Except for the head waiter at the Brass Hippo.

Which is not in your file.

Yeah.

He remembers seeing her. A couple of times.

With you.

Yeah, yeah. Well, we went there after work sometimes.

Had a drink.

You know, I'm drawing a blank.

The only thing we know about the killer is that he wore black leather gloves.

We found traces under Sheila's fingernails.

That's it?

That's it. Not very hopeful.

Well, I, uh, hope you come up with something else soon.

And so do I. Look, uh, I'm gonna jog down to Teddy's for a cheese omelet. You

wanna join me?

You're killing yourself, Richard.

Ah, forget it.

Goodbye.

Hey, Frank, how about some coffee?

Yo, Richard.

How about getting it yourself?

Son of a bitch.

My man.

Come on in. Sit down.

Now, tell me something.

Did you actually buy this or was it custom made?

Check it out.

Three butts, three tattoos, all the same.

Must have been some vacation.

Think it means something?

I don't know how the tattoos figure into this murder, but you can't use this on

your show, Chris.

In fact, it's a good thing you brought it back.

Taking this could have caused no end of trouble, as if you don't have enough.

Remember, if anything comes of this, I get first dibs.

Jesus,

I can't even go for a cup of coffee without running into you.

I was just leaving, you old grouch.

Oh, yeah, I heard.

Big accident in the tunnel, dead bodies everywhere. You better scurry on down.

Good luck, Hayley.

See you later, Chris.

Okay, Quinn.

What case is that?

Sheila Harrison.

Lookie here. I think you're gonna like this one.

The vacation you always dreamed about. Yeah, never could afford.

Where'd you get this?

Well, what do you know?

Dr. Stratton's new secretary.

Uh, Melanie, uh...

Stay out of my territory.

I can't stay out of competition.

Good job, Haley Quinn. Thanks.

What the hell?

Happy birthday, Richard.

Happy birthday!

You know what happened.

You guys are something else.

You should.

Really? She didn't.

Hey, come on, come on. Try it on. Try it on.

Looking good.

Looking good.

I did exactly what you told me to do.

Before I went to sleep at night, I said over and over again, I'm going to

remember my dream.

And sure enough, I did.

That's good.

Well, almost everything, but you can't expect miracles, right?

But I can describe the woman now.

She has auburn hair, and it's not too long, dark eyes, and

there's something funny about her mouth.

Funny?

Yeah.

It's like it's not a mouth at all.

That part's still kind of vague.

But she's not in a cage. She's in an apartment trying to get out.

She struggles and she breaks a window.

It's pretty wild, huh?

You said there were two people in your dream.

Tell me about the other one.

Well, that part's still not clear.

But we are making progress, aren't we? Yes. Yes, you are.

Oh, I almost forgot. The woman is naked.

I'm not surprised.

You're not?

Well, no. Every part of your dream is an aspect of you.

The fact that she's naked suggests vulnerability.

It also suggests that your problem stems from something sexual.

Are you making this up as you go along?

Oh, this is all supposition at this point. Well, what about the mouth?

That's your inability to talk about your problem.

Then you don't think I actually saw this. For real, I mean. I think the

fight with your boyfriend triggered a deep-rooted fear that you've been

suppressing for a long time.

It's going to be our business to find out what that is.

I know it's a terrible inconvenience, Mrs. Lentz, but we're going to have to

change your appointment from 4 to 5, if that's all right with you.

Oh, terrific. Then it works out for both of us. All right, see you then. Bye.

Melanie, is it?

That's right, she remembered.

I'll tell Dr. Stratton you're here. No, no, no, don't bother him. I was just in

the area, and I thought I'd wrap by and bring back his file.

Was it any help?

I wish I could say that it was, but...

You were a fan of hers, weren't you?

What was it that made you think that?

Well, there's a scrapbook and a picture of a girl who looks very much like you.

Obviously somebody else.

All right, I must be on my way. You tell the doctor that I dropped off his file.

Will do.

I finished your notes on Heather Black.

Oh, um, you can just leave them on my desk. Thank you.

Sure.

You're not throwing these away, are you?

That's why they're in the trash.

Well, if you don't want them, I'll take them.

Believe me, um, you don't want these. I don't know what they were treated with,

but they...

They make your hands stink.

Oh. That's why they're in the trash.

Okay, yeah. See you tomorrow.

Oh, um, thanks for coming in. Have a good day.

you. Get out.

Get out.

Hello, darling. I didn't hear you come in.

Not surprised.

Are we in a foul mood today?

Yes, we are.

Well, come to mama and I'll change your foul mood.

I'm about to change yours.

I didn't want to tell you until I was sure. Well, I'm sure.

Someone saw what happened to Sheila.

Who?

The jury hasn't returned with its verdict yet.

But if you ask me, the son of a bitch is guilty.

So tell me already.

He didn't exactly jump out of the skin. When I described Sheila to him, he was

bawling all over himself, trying to convince me it was just a dream.

He did it. I know he did it. It's starting to look that way.

You know, when we decided to do this, I was only thinking about nailing Sheila's

killer. But if Stratton really is the murderer... Well, he is.

I could be his next victim.

What the hell are you two talking about?

You know, it's only a matter of time before she remembers everything.

Look, she's not very bright. I think I can confuse her.

What if you can't?

I don't know.

What other choice do we have do you want to see me go to jail maybe the gas

chamber just relax?

Honey, even if she did see you she doesn't know who you are

What

difference

does it make we got away with it once before so I press our luck

Is she pretty?

Does it matter?

Well, I was thinking it'd be fun if we could fool around first.

Now I'm beginning to think you intended to kill Sheila all along.

You know, we are the worst thing that ever happened to each other.

Do you know that?

Au contraire.

I think we bring out the best in each other. Yeah.

Like Hitler and Mussolini.

I brought a new video today.

Oh, God. You want to see it?

It's really kinky.

Oh, I love it when you do that. I know.

I was thinking...

It would be fun if we could ask Melanie to join us.

Don't even think about it.

We're not out of this thing yet.

We will be after the night.

Where does she... Is it Heather?

Heather Black.

Where does she live?

81 Lavender Hill.

Apartment 23B.

No Canadian bacon.

The last guy put her in the hospital for a week.

That's when Sheila realized that she'd had enough.

So she went to Stratton for help.

He told her not to be ashamed of her need for pain. That there was a healthy

way to channel it.

Healthy? Yeah.

She told me about some of the stuff they did.

God, I was shocked.

I begged her to break away from him, but she was in love with him.

Which, of course, made it all the easier for him to manipulate her.

We fought about it a lot.

Until finally, she just stopped seeing me.

Wouldn't return my calls.

Now she's dead.

You're saying that this Dr.

Stratton, what, killed her?

Well, I'm sure of it.

But I can't prove it.

That's where I come in. See, using the facts from the newspaper accounts, she's

feeding Stratton just enough information to make him believe she actually saw the

murder take place.

Only it was so shocking, I blocked it out.

Now, little by little, I'm starting to remember.

Get it?

No. If she can make Stratton believe that she actually saw the murder, it

might force him to tip his hand.

Which reminds me, you better tape your next session.

See, she's working on Stratton from her end, trying to get him to confide in

her. How's that going?

Well, I pushed a bit too hard the other day, so I had to back off a little.

You know, you two are playing with dynamite, you know that?

If this guy is a murderer, you're risking your lives.

I thought you had a brain.

You know, maybe Roy's right.

Maybe you should bow out and let me take it from here.

No way. Sheila was my friend too, you know. You're not going any further.

You leave it to the cops.

You can't tell me what to do.

Fine.

Do what you want.

Good. I will.

He's just worried about you.

Who does he think he is telling me what to do?

And where are you going?

Home.

What's it to you?

Nothing.

Heather Black, right?

No, I'm the pizza guy. But I'm looking for Heather Black.

Right there, 23B.

Thanks, lady.

What?

Oh, I'm sorry. How much do I owe you?

$35.50.

$35.50?

Plus tip.

Let me get my purse.

That was your tip.

Thanks, lady.

Hello. Yes?

Hi, I'm... Is Heather Black here?

You must have the wrong house.

Oh, well, this is 1650 Pine Mountain, isn't it? That's right, but there's

nobody here by that name. I've been here 16 years.

I see.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Um, would you like to use the phone?

I have some diet soda chips.

Who is it?

It's me.

What do you want?

I'm sorry.

You should be.

Well, I am.

I still think you're nuts, but I mean, I know you have a right to be nuts.

I'm just really sorry that I yelled at you.

Okay.

Is it really okay? I said it was.

Okay.

Well, I guess...

The pizza came.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

It's more than I can eat.

You hungry?

I don't know. I guess I can manage a slice.

Well, come on in before it gets cold.

Thanks.

Why the hell would anybody lie about their address?

Patients lie to the psychiatrist all the time.

Yeah, sure, about important things, not silly, stupid things like addresses.

Would you just relax?

Don't tell me to relax, Daniel!

I hate it when you do that!

I'd rather you tell me to shut up! Well, then shut up! You shut up!

Maybe he's just as well.

How do you figure?

I'm just not convinced we need to kill her.

Not yet, anyway.

Bullshit. I want to kill her.

Especially now.

That stupid little twit.

Invite her over.

You talk to me when you're rational.

Once she leaves, I'll follow her home.

No, no, you don't even... Hey, don't you even think about it!

Bitch.

I want you to start on the couch today.

I can't promise I'll stay awake.

That's the idea.

Um, you want me to sleep?

Not exactly. Have you ever been hypnotized?

Um, no.

Sounds like fun.

Oh, good. I'm glad to hear you say that.

It means you won't be tense.

You see, the secret of hypnosis lies in the patient's ability to relax.

In essence, you'll be hypnotizing yourself.

Then I guess I won't be needing you. You can go home early.

I wish. Now lie back and relax.

Close your eyes.

Just free your mind of everything.

That won't be hard.

Close your eyes. I want you to concentrate on relaxing your entire

body. I'm going to start with your toes.

Move into your feet and continue through your entire body.

You can do one leg at a time if it'll make you feel more comfortable.

Okay.

Don't talk.

Sorry.

Just relax.

You won't be hearing my voice again for a while.

Relax.

Relax.

You are perfectly relaxed.

You're at peace.

Your mind is free of worry.

You're safe.

Do you feel safe, Heather?

Yes.

You hear the sound of my voice and my voice only?

Any other sounds won't disturb you. Do you understand?

Yes.

Your name is Heather Black.

Is that right?

Yes.

You live?

At 1650 Pine Mountain.

Is that right?

Yes.

You think she's a cop?

I don't know.

What if she is?

And I suggest you don't do anything drastic.

If she's a cop, that means we're suspects.

Which means we proceed with extreme caution.

So, he didn't ask you anything about the murder?

Nope. All we talked about was my sex life.

And boy, did I give him and your fault.

Do me, will you?

That doesn't make sense.

You know what, Heather? I don't like it.

I don't think you should go.

And if Roy was here, he would tell you the same thing. Well, that's why Roy

isn't here.

I asked him to come by later on tonight.

Well, I was wrong.

I don't want you to go.

Don't worry.

You know, didn't I make a point of asking Stratton directions right in

front of you?

You know, he knows you know where I'm at.

He's not gonna bump me off.

So...

How do I look?

Like a lamb to the slaughter?

Heather, I am serious about this. Come on. I don't want you to go.

Don't worry.

I'll be back before you know it.

Alvin's desk. Can I help you?

Yes. May I speak with Detective Alvin, please?

He's out. Can I take a message?

This is Melanie Duncan. Can you have him call me as soon as possible?

Melanie Duncan.

Number?

555-1209.

Hi. Is this the Melanie Duncan that works for Dr. Stratton?

Yes. Do I know you? Yes. We've met.

I can help you.

Listen, I'm off at 11.

We can talk then.

Why don't you give me your address?

Thanks, Frank.

If you ever snatch the phone out of my hand like that again... Hey, hey, hey,

you!

You don't have to get your hopes up.

It never hurts to be prepared.

There she is.

Get dressed.

I'll be out in a minute.

Come on in. I hope I'm not late. No, no.

You're right on time.

Do you have any trouble finding the place?

No, you give good direction. That's my job, isn't it?

I guess it is.

It's a beautiful dress.

Thank you.

All right, this way.

I'm a little nervous.

Well, I'll take care of that.

Can I get you some wine?

Great. Red?

Okay. Why don't you have a seat? I'll be right back.

Do you like it?

I bought it in Rome.

Dear Heather, I'm Lisa. Hi. Hi.

I'm really glad you could make it tonight.

I thought I'd better.

According to Dr. Stratton, I'm a psychological mess.

Who isn't?

You have quite a place here.

Thank you.

I'm actually thinking of having it redone.

It's a bit stark, don't you think?

I'm having the same problem with my place.

This is Skyline Edition reporting from the streets of Los Angeles. Tune in

tomorrow evening for the shocking story of Maddie Brown, Beverly Hills beauty

queen by day, escort service call girl by night. For the first time, she talks

about charges that she shot her boss.

It happened right here.

Skyline Edition will give you all the news.

Thanks, Chris. And in other news, there's still no word.

You know, it's unfortunate that so many people are afraid to express their

feelings, sexual or otherwise.

As if we can't control our feelings.

If you'd excuse me, I've heard this one before.

I just wanted to make the point that if people were freer to express their

feelings, we'd have a lot less neurotic people walking the streets.

Probably a few more murders, too.

Yes.

My methods are somewhat unorthodox.

Will you let us help you?

Whatever it takes.

Good for you.

Shall we retire to the game room?

The game room? That's Lisa's term for our therapy room. It's a bad joke.

Lead the way.

Holy shit, I'm glad you like it Yeah, it's like something out of Arabian

Nights really

Is

this part of your therapy only if you want it to be but it's proven to be

quite a useful tool Yeah, you see once my patients can see themselves it

strips away the mystery.

Once the mystery is gone, they can see their sexuality for what it is. Do you

think it'll really help?

I can only tell you it's been very successful in the past.

I sold the idea, actually.

The same principle was used in speech therapy, only with audio tapes.

If it makes you nervous... No, no.

I'll give it a try. Might as well go for broke.

You're gonna do just fine.

So, how do we start?

Well, what why don't we start by by undressing Lisa be more than happy to

help you

Beautiful

dress Would it help if I

undressed sometimes it's easier if you're not the only one

I guess.

Now what?

Lisa tells me you were admiring the statue of the two women.

How did that make you feel?

I don't know. It was pretty, I guess.

You didn't find it offensive?

No.

Have you ever...

Made love to another woman?

Oh, sure.

At slumber parties, you know, when I was younger.

Stuff like that.

Nothing heavy.

The only reason I ask is because your dreams expressed an interest in

exploring that side of yourself.

No kidding.

Oh, yes, it was very evident during our sessions.

Would you like to give it a try?

I can stop any time you want.

You think I should?

Only if you want to.

And we stop when I say so, right?

Of course.

Okay.

Good. Then let's proceed.

Relax. Let me do all the work.

I hope this doesn't end up for rent somewhere.

It won't.

He'll end up over there.

The rest of the tapes.

Does that make you feel a little more comfortable?

Yeah.

Sort of.

Oh no.

What a beautiful tattoo.

Wherever did you get it?

Um, Mexico, about three years ago.

Look.

I can't do this. I'm sorry.

I thought I could, but I can't.

No offense, I'm just not ready yet.

Why don't you have a little more wine? It might calm you down.

I don't think wine will do it.

I don't think acid would do it.

Some other time, maybe.

stall her for a few minutes.

My mind has expanded as far as it can go.

Any more and it'll pop, you know what I mean?

Don't worry about it.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, Heather.

You know, I'm really not in the mood for this right now, Dan.

Some other time, okay?

No, no.

I think it's very important we discuss this now.

Otherwise, we'll turn the very positive thing that happened here tonight into

something negative. And if we do that, I'll lose any chance of curing you.

You'll have to start over again with another doctor. I'll risk it. Heather,

please. No! Go!

You're making a big mistake, Heather. It's my mistake to make.

Jesus.

I am so glad to see you. What happened? Are you all right?

Listen.

Just listen.

The perverts videotaped their little private sessions.

What if there's a tape of Sheila?

What if they videotaped her murder?

God, they're sick enough.

If so, we've got to find that tape.

No, we're going to let the police find it.

Look, I've had it. That's why I called them after you left.

We're going to tell them everything we know and everything we suspect.

And Officer Quinn will be here soon.

Heather, we're going to blow the lid off these fuckers.

I mean it, I'm lying.

It's all me to know.

Are you alright?

Oh, I was so scared. I can't even remember what happened.

You know, I think it was that tattoo that gave me away.

You know, I forgot Sheila had one, and you too.

Look, don't worry about the tattoo.

It's okay. It's over now.

Just try and relax.

I want to take a shower.

or I'll never make it.

I feel sick.

Sure, Heather, it's okay. I'm going to call Roy and let him know what we're

doing.

You too, Melanie.

How interesting.

You know, I should really keep you alive.

Find out what you and Heather have been up to, but... I have far too much

respect for you.

Hahahaha!

this just gets better all the time

too

bad maybe next time

Hey, people are trying to... Oh, please don't kill me. Please.

Get the hell out of here, lady.

I'm getting. I'm getting. What the hell is going on out here?

You people want to yell and carry on. You go do it someplace else. I've taken

about all the crap I'm going to take from you.

Then beat it, Pops. I'm a cop.

Why didn't you say so in the first place? Get inside, you fool.

Oh, don't you dare speak to me in that tone!

Oh,

I

feel much better.

Police officer, get back in the bathroom and close the door until I tell you to

come out. What happened?

Where's Melanie?

Do what I tell you now.

LAPD, Webb speaking.

Frank, it's Quinn.

Quinn, come on, give me a break. It's late.

Just get a pencil and write down this address.

81 Lavender Lane.

I got a dead body and a suspect in the area, and I would appreciate some

backup. What are you talking about? You're not even on duty.

Don't tell me what I already know. Just do it.

That dead body, is it anybody we know? You wish.

Does anybody know anything?

The lieutenant always kind of had her own agenda, Richard.

Did anyone see anything?

I don't think it'd be too wild to guess.

She was just trying to get a handle on the case.

Oh, what do you know?

Just this. Whatever Haley Quinn was doing, she was doing because she thought

it was the right thing.

She was just being a cop.

A good one.

You got that right.

Roy and Jacoby are out there on the job now.

Who's the other girl?

Name's Melanie Duncan.

Melanie?

There was another girl by the name of Heather Black.

She came in with the bodies.

Pretty shook up. We called her boyfriend to come pick her up.

Get a statement?

Yeah, but she didn't say anything. At least that's what she said.

That's what they will say.

I'm Lieutenant Hovland.

What are you going to do about this?

Well, I'm going to check in on it right away.

I want you to tell me you're going to nail the son of a bitch right now.

Okay, I'm going to nail the son of a bitch.

Now you, you tell me how.

All right, tell me how.

Who am I supposed to nail?

Did either one of you see what happened here?

I mean, can you identify anybody?

Does the name Daniel Stratton ring a bell?

Proof. I need proof, damn it. I don't need any proof.

If he wasn't a friend of yours, you wouldn't either.

Sit down.

Sit down!

Lieutenant, what if they taped Sheila's murder?

I can't get a search warrant on an if. Are you sure you even want to?

You know, Ms. Black, I've been looking to bop somebody all day.

Go ahead.

Bop me then.

And then let's find that tape.

If it exists, and if we found it.

Without a search warrant, it wouldn't be admissible.

What?

What if I found it?

On my own?

That kind of thought, wipe it right out of your head.

Because that's the kind of thinking that got Melody killed.

Well, what about it, Lieutenant?

What about what?

Are you going to help?

Because with or without your help...

I'm going to do what I have to do.

Morning. Dr.

Stratton? That's right.

I know what happened to Sheila Harrison and Melanie Duncan.

Who is this?

I'm going to give you a chance to find out.

I want you to meet me right now at the corner of Belmont and Pine.

You know where that is, don't you?

I want to discuss a little business proposition with you and your wife.

You must be mistaken. I'm going to wait 20 minutes, and then I'm going to the

police.

Oh. Just remember, you bring your wife.

He shows up now, it's as good as admitting he's guilty.

Well, maybe not in court, but it'll be good enough for me.

You know, this could be a trap. It could be a lot of things.

I've got a feeling whoever's at the bottom of this is bluffing.

If that's the case, we'll call their bluff.

I've got a better idea.

Put it away.

My, my, aren't we cranky this morning? Playing a game with you?

Don't you realize we're right on the edge here?

If you could have been there with me last night, the power I felt when I...

Crushed that little idiot's skull.

Who else? That little idiot that probably got us into this jam.

Yeah, well, she's dead.

And unfortunately, so is that cop, Quinn. Haley Quinn, Richard's partner?

She saw me dump the body. I didn't have a choice.

Great.

All right, you stall them as much as you can, okay? Right.

Make sure they do most of the talking.

Right. Are you nervous?

I'm scared shitless.

Good. Stay that way.

He'll keep you alive a lot longer.

Now, I'll be across the street in the car.

You keep your back to me, all right?

If they try anything... Like what?

Like what?

Like maybe cutting your throat or blowing your brains out? Oh, that's

great. But I can try that in the open, not the wide open.

Hey, you just listen to me, okay?

You fall down on the pavement. You got that? I got it. All right.

And we'll keep it very legal.

Thanks, man.

Maybe Heather will come up at the table.

I don't suppose I could talk you into a little drive-by shooting.

The deeper we get into this thing, the more careless you get.

Give me the gun.

I'm not going to use it. Then you won't need it.

Jesus Christ.

You ready?

Let's go.

I'm glad you could make it.

Let's not waste time, shall we?

What is it you want? I want what everybody wants.

Money.

For starters.

If you know something about Sheila Harris' death, it's your duty to go to

the police.

You want me to go to the police?

Yeah, is that what you want me to do? Of course.

It's fucking bullshit.

It's fucking bullshit, man.

Why wouldn't I want you to go to the police?

You tell me, you fuck.

No, you tell us.

You're wasting our time.

Have a nice day.

Let's go, honey.

Stratton! Hey, Stratton, come back here!

You son of a bitch!

Stratton!

Daniel, trust me. The moron doesn't know a thing.

Fucking pissed off. They must be heading back. We've got to make a phone call.

I have never seen that guy before.

You're sure?

No. I'm a nitwit. Well, how do you know to call us then?

I'm telling you, it's that Heather chick. She's at the bottom of this.

Yeah, I guess.

Listen, if anybody knew anything, they would have said so.

I don't like it. Well, relax.

Just shut up.

Come on, kid, answer.

No.

You better get over there. Come on.

Baby, how you feeling?

I just never did this before.

That's alright.

I have.

Am I focused on you?

You think this is going to help me?

I know it's going to help you.

Am I doing it right?

I don't like this, Lisa.

Will you stop it?

This is too much now.

No, I don't like this, Lisa.

Please, will you stop it? I haven't finished my workout yet.

But it hurts.

Don't! Will you stop it? Stop it! I don't like

this. Let me out of

here.

One peabody, please.

Why'd you stop?

That was the best part.

You okay? I hate to sound paranoid, my love, but I do believe there are people

plotting against us.

I'll shoot you where you stand, Heather.

Don't think I won't.

Hoffman knows I'm here.

Oh, what are you waiting for?

She saw the tape.

We have to kill her.

About four houses down.

On the left side.

Go ahead.

Give it to me.

Give it to me and I'll only cripple you.

Oh, shit. You stupid slut.

Lisa.

Fucking bitch.

Lisa, let it go.

Lisa, got...

Richard! Richard, call an ambulance!

Come on.

Hold on to it.

You both all right?

Yes.

We're okay.

All right, wait outside.

Richard.