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You got

lipstick on your teeth, hon.

Oh, thanks.

You must be a Hutton.

So, what took you two so long?

We stopped for a little dinner.

How was it?

Great for her, just okay for me.

What do we got here, Oscar?

23-year-old stripper named Shelly Randall.

Multiple stab wounds.

She worked here.

Got off about 3.30 a.m., never

got out of the parking lot.

Nobody heard anything, nobody saw anything.

Hey, check this out.

Oh, that's cute.

You don't need me to determine cause.

She's been sliced open like a melon.

You gonna put that on the death certificate,

friendship honey?

Why not?

Any prints?

Nope, nothing on the car either, except the

back window.

What the hell's that?

Ojo de Dios.

Spanish, it means eyes of God.

Eyes of God, what?

Eyes of God, you know, watching everything you

do.

I hope it's not a wacko.

Some religious nut.

Wackos are too hard to catch.

You got a time of death?

Sometime between 3.30 and 8.15. Is

that close enough for you?

Can we get a confirmation on that?

I mean, if it's not too much trouble.

For you, I'll work it into my schedule.

And...

We got this.

Got it off her dressing room mirror.

Sam McKee?

They were going out, they were having problems.

Wait, you two guys knew him?

Used to be in the department.

You said they were going out.

Couple of girls inside.

You didn't release them, did you?

Why would I do that?

Did somebody say something wrong?

No.

So, uh, who is this guy McKee?

He used to be my partner.

So what's the big deal?

McKee and Kate had a thing, that's all.

She was humping him?

There was a little more to it than

that.

Actually, there was a lot more to it

than that, but that's another story.

What story?

Oh, come on, Oscar.

You know, if that van doesn't get here

soon, this kid is gonna start cooking in

the heat.

He stopped coming into the club a couple

months ago, but, uh, Shelly had it bad.

She just couldn't let go.

Did you ever see him threaten her?

Uh, well, the last thing that happened was,

uh, he told her to back off.

Said if she didn't, she'd be sorry.

She thought he was gonna change her life.

You know, a rich, good-looking guy comes

in and says everything you want to hear,

and she bought it.

Can't blame her.

I used to buy it.

So when's the last time you think she

saw him?

I thought she was gonna see him last

night.

Why?

Well, because she had a date with someone,

but she didn't stay with him.

Sam wouldn't kill anybody.

He just has a taste for naughty women.

But then most guys do.

Don't they?

If you say so.

We're going to see McKeon.

I'll get out of the board with her.

Glad I ain't gonna be there for that.

Man!

You ever been here before?

No.

Like leaving a job's the best thing this

guy ever did.

Best thing for the department, too.

I ain't gonna argue with that.

You think he's capable of murder?

Yeah.

He's in back.

You know where you're going?

Uh, no.

Oh, life's a bitch, ain't it?

Been a long time.

Yeah, a long time.

You been sitting here pining away for her?

I don't have an alibi, if that's what

you mean, J.D. What makes you think

you need an alibi, Sam?

Because you're here.

How'd you find out?

I've got a TV.

Yeah, I guess you do.

When was the last time you saw Shirley

Randall?

A few days ago.

She drove by the house.

I had a restraining order on her, you

know.

No, I didn't know.

You had a restraining order on her.

I wanted to end the relationship.

She wasn't taking it too well.

Yeah, we heard.

We had a casual thing going, I thought.

I guess I was wrong.

I got out of hand.

What does that mean?

Read the reports.

You look good.

When did you make detective?

Drug did me, kid.

Hello.

Can we stick to why we're here?

You have any plans to see her last

night?

No.

Stop by the club?

I was here all night.

Anybody here with you?

No.

When's the last time you talked to her?

Weeks.

I don't know.

Check with the phone company.

You know of any other trouble she was

having problems with anybody other than you?

She wasn't having problems with me, J.D.

I was having problems with her.

And as far as anything else going on

in her personal life, I have no idea.

Sorry, she's dead?

Yeah.

I am.

And I think this conversation is over with.

Thank you.

You know the routine, Sam.

Don't go anywhere we can't find you.

I'm still one of the good guys, you

know, J.D. Glad to hear it.

Of course it'd be a shame.

A man like you.

A man who cooks better gumbo than my

own mama.

It'd be a shame to lock you up.

Think he did it?

How would I know?

What's your gut feeling?

I don't listen to my gut feeling.

I've been wrong too many times.

Seven stab wounds to the body.

Any one of them could have been fatal.

The knife at the scene is definitely the

weapon.

There were no signs to indicate a struggle.

Sneak attack.

And no sign that it was sexually related.

The way she was opened up, I'd say

whoever did it was kind of pissed off.

400 bucks sitting in her pocketbook.

What did we get from the lab?

Cotton fibers on the knife were checking her

clothing for a match.

That's it?

That's it.

What about the knife?

Sold at flea markets and novelty stores.

They're all over the place.

Easy to get, impossible to trace.

The database on Ojo de Dios is an

original, though.

I've never seen that one.

Really?

I thought I saw that before.

What about Sam McKeon?

Had a restraining order on him.

Filed on the 10th.

Only Sam would need a restraining order against

a babe that looked like that.

He's down for five formal complaints.

She broke into his house.

Telephone calls in the middle of the night.

He'd have to be nuts to whack her

knowing we've got all of that.

Maybe that's what he was hoping we'd think.

Still a weak motive.

Maybe she had something on him.

One of the girls said she thought they

were going to meet last night.

Maybe she was blackmailing him.

Sam's no angel.

Where was he last night?

Home.

By himself.

You're kidding me.

That's what he said.

Okay, let's stick with him until something better

comes up.

Who's taking this?

What do you mean, who's taking this?

Me and J.D. Oscar was first on

the scene.

Yeah, but it was our shift.

You got a problem with me working on

this one?

I think you're somewhat personally involved.

Yeah.

Everybody here knew Sam.

I'm not the only one.

It was your shift.

But let's not get overly enthusiastic in our

urge to solve this thing.

What's that supposed to mean?

Deal in the facts.

What's he think I'm going to do, frame

someone for murder because he don't know?

Well done.

Ten characters is not a lot of information.

And a finger was used.

That doesn't give me an accurate sample.

Have you got a suspect?

Yeah.

All right, well, give me some of his

writing and we'll see what we come up

with.

Do you have enough here to give me

a profile?

Cates, you know what the department thinks about

personality profiles based on handwriting.

I know, but you don't agree with it.

No, I think there's something to it, but

the department doesn't, so let's stick with approved

methods.

Get me a sample.

Come on, Jerry, who's going to find out?

Cates.

I'm just trying to confirm a hunch.

It's a minimal...

It's not like the carnival, you know, where

the guy in the booth can tell you

your life story from just a signature.

Please, Jerry.

All right.

Well, the fact that the entire space is

filled with the message tells me right away

that the person who wrote this is not

some wacko loner.

He's socially competent.

He's not going to stand out in a

crowd like some kind of nut.

And where the finger touched the plastic, it

was a gloved finger, you know, we found

no skin on it.

I know.

Yeah, where the finger touched the plastic, it's

completely clean.

The strokes are heavy.

He pressed hard, and that's the sign of

repression, the sign of age.

But this, this type of D, is made

by someone who is capable of erratic and

explosive behavior, socially volatile.

This letter, combined with the rest, is what

tells me that this guy is scary.

You keep referring to the writer as a

male.

You think that's what we're looking for?

I can't tell you that.

But I can tell you that this is

someone who is very dangerous.

Hey, we got a witness who can place

McKeon at the Cheetah last night.

I know Sam McKeon.

You see him?

How do you know?

We went together for a while, back when

he owned the clubs.

What time was it when you saw him?

It was around 3, I guess.

Got off work at 1.30, went over

to the Cheetah to have a drink with

one of the girls.

Was there about an hour?

Where'd you see him?

In the parking lot.

I was walking my car, I saw him

standing there by the side of the building.

And he saw you?

I don't know.

He wasn't looking at me.

Why didn't you say something to him?

Old boyfriends.

How long did you go out with him?

A couple of months.

Who broke it off?

I did.

When?

He plays too many games.

Sam likes to fuck with your head, you

know.

You should know.

I mean, you went out with him, didn't

you?

Sort of.

Yeah.

I used to see your picture at his

house all the time.

It used to really bother me, actually.

But, you know, it's the kind of thing

you do.

You'd have some other girl's picture out right

where you could see it, just as he

was telling you that you were the only

one.

I mean, it's that shit.

Nobody.

Right.

Crystal.

Mind if I call you Crystal?

Why not?

You know, Sam's saying he was nowhere near

the club that night.

You know you're gonna have to give a

sworn statement to the D.A. and testify

in court to what you just told us?

He was there.

We checked with the bartender.

She's telling the truth.

She was there.

And she swears she saw McKeon in the

parking lot.

So what?

McKeon said he was home all night.

Do you have any physical evidence to corroborate

her statement?

No.

Was anybody with her who could back up

her story?

No.

Well, then forget it.

Because the defense is gonna bring in witnesses

who'll testify that on a night your witness

claims to have been eyeing McKeon in the

parking lot that she was actually surfing in

Malibu.

What else?

The restraining order tells us something was going

on between them.

That's it?

We're working on a match between the handwriting

on the windshield and McKeon's handwriting.

What are you using for comparison?

We pulled some reports he wrote up when

he was with the department.

Oh, well.

Well, let's hope he wrote those reports with

his finger like he did on the windshield,

otherwise we're gonna get our ass kicked in

court with that one, too.

What else?

That's it?

Yep.

Tickle that a case, huh?

Come on, fellas.

We've gotta come up with something a little

more substantial here.

Let's talk about McKeon.

What should I know about him?

He came to us from the LAPD.

He spent nine years in this department.

Had a reputation for hanging out with questionable

people.

Did he retire?

He was fired?

What?

He quit.

Right in the middle of an investigation looking

into the disappearance of a club owner.

His name kept popping up, so when the

review board asked him to come in to

answer a few questions, he turned in his

resignation.

Any criminal charges filed?

But the club owner was never found.

And not long after, Sam ended up owning

a string of clubs.

Funny, ain't it?

He sold the clubs.

And made a bundle, too.

Forget the character.

This was a brutal murder.

If we don't come up with something, it's

gonna get real hot for us.

Stay with McKeon.

Call me if you find something.

You heard him.

What the D.A. wants, the D.A.

gets.

We're outta here.

Lieutenant.

Yeah.

Can we leave out a little something?

Like what?

Oh, like J.D. and Sam being buddies

and that whole thing that went down with

Sam and Kate's.

It wasn't relevant, Oscar.

I need air conditioning.

I can't even breathe in here.

Well, did you ever think about getting a

new air conditioner?

Well, talk to him.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Son of a bitch.

Can we talk?

I don't think that's a good idea.

I'm investigating you in a murder case.

You can question me.

I already did that.

Leave it open.

It's too hot.

You gonna offer me a drink?

No.

You really don't think I did this?

Can you prove it?

I don't have to, remember?

The burden of proof is on you.

And if you had anything on me, you'd

have brought me in by now.

Yeah, but you're worried you wouldn't be here.

I'm not here because I'm worried.

I'm here because of you.

Seeing you again got me thinking.

People make mistakes.

Stop it.

You know, if you weren't so pissed, you'd

be able to hear what I'm saying.

Maybe you didn't hear what I said.

I'm investigating you.

You seriously think I did it?

You could have.

You'd know what to leave behind to make

it look like some nutcase did it.

And why?

Because she was annoying?

That's ridiculous.

Well, maybe we don't know everything yet.

But you know me.

Maybe we should talk about it.

You never did, you know.

When I testify about this visit, I want

to be able to say I asked you

to leave.

We didn't hurt anybody, Rita.

Yes, we did.

It was his solution.

I've been meaning for us.

I miss you.

How good is she, Sam?

She worth dying for?

Put the gun down, Michael.

Let her have to be him, honey.

Of all the guys.

Michael.

You love him?

Then why is this going on?

You just like fucking him, is that it?

She's my wife.

I love you, Rita.

I love you.

So much.

What attracts you to him?

What always attracted me to him.

That was unreasonable before.

Now it's obsessive.

You know, I do think it's a good

idea that you come back for regular treatment.

Why?

So I can talk myself out of something

that I want?

I don't understand.

How can you want to be with him?

I can't help myself.

He might be a murderer.

Doesn't that worry you?

When I was cheating on Michael, and Sam

and I would have sex in unconventional places,

I don't know, it seemed like the riskier

it was, the more turned on I got.

Especially when people started finding out about it.

I knew it was bad.

That's what made it so good.

Mr. Fuller.

Hey, Kate.

Did you know McKean was seeing a therapist?

No.

Meet Dr. Rebecca Lawrence, Ph.D. McKean's on

her list of patients.

And guess what she was carved up with?

A knife with a crucifix handle.

Very good.

Got her office down on Nevins.

We're working on a warrant.

Take a look at her session notes.

For a shrink, she's not a bad-looking

broad.

She's dead, Oscar.

Really?

I thought she was just laying there, playing

hard to get.

There's more.

So he leaves the murder weapon.

What's the message?

Find him, we'll ask him.

Let's bring him in.

And you better have an alibi for this

one.

Who, McKean?

Who else?

If McKean killed Shelly Randall, you think he'd

be stupid enough to kill his therapist in

the same way?

Right.

So obvious, who'd believe it?

What's this supposed to be, Joe?

I didn't know you were coming.

Uh, I'd really like you to come downtown,

Sam.

Just to answer a few questions.

Did you get a warrant, J.D.? We

just found Rebecca Lawrence is dead as your

girlfriend, Shelly.

Want a warrant, Sam?

We'll get you a warrant.

The music's on.

The music was just a coincidence.

Nothing with you is a coincidence.

How are you, Sam?

Never better, Lieutenant.

This is Deputy D.A. Geffen.

He's going to be sitting in on this.

We're not going to take anything down, Mr.

McKean.

There'll be no record.

We'll keep it informal.

As long as you don't violate my rights,

Mr. Geffen.

We should mention you have the right to

have an attorney present.

Yeah, I know how it goes.

How you doing, Oscar?

Sam.

Well, this doesn't look too good, does it,

Sam?

First an ex-girlfriend you're having troubles with,

and then your therapist.

If I killed Shelly, do you really think

that I'm dumb enough to kill Rebecca, too?

Come on, Lieutenant, it's obvious.

Someone's trying to set me up.

And who do you think might want to

do that?

I don't know.

Somebody who's got a grudge against me?

You know, that narrows it down to about

200 or 300 people.

She...

She's got a point.

You didn't hear me argue with her.

And, uh, where were you last night?

I was supposed to meet Rebecca in the

coffee shop at the Riviera Hotel at 11

o'clock.

She never showed up.

Did you try and contact her?

Yes, I did.

I called.

There was no answer.

What time did you call her?

I didn't leave a message, if that's what

you were going after.

Anybody see it?

Maybe.

I went in, ordered a cup of coffee,

stuck around for about 20 minutes, went out

and called Rebecca, no answer, went back in

for a couple more minutes and went home.

Alone?

Alone.

Do you usually hold sessions with your therapist

at 11 o'clock at night in a

coffee shop?

Sometimes.

We had an informal arrangement.

You know a girl named Crystal Lynn?

No.

Well, she said she knows you.

She said you went out for a while.

I don't know anyone named Crystal Lynn.

Let's get back to the idea that there's

someone trying to set you up, Sam.

Who's got it in for you that bad?

I don't know.

I've stepped on a few toes, but nothing

that bad.

Mr. McCann, if you're not being set up,

then there's only one suspect, and you're it.

As a former homicide detective, do you really

believe that I would kill two people in

the same exact way and make myself the

primary suspect?

Maybe that's exactly what you want us to

think, huh, Sam?

It's quite an alibi.

Yeah, it is.

If it were true.

I don't think I'm buying it, Sam.

A person would have to be pretty sick

to kill innocent people just to get revenge

on someone.

Then I guess they're pretty sick.

But the religious knife and the God references

should have told you that.

What do you know about God references?

No more than what I just said.

I still have some friends in the department,

you know.

Who?

Who gave you that information?

Now, if I was to tell you that,

they wouldn't be my friends anymore, would they?

What can you tell us about your sessions

with Rebecca Lawrence?

I could tell you a lot of things,

but I'm not gonna tell you anything.

Look, we've already got a warrant to gain

access to her files.

We're gonna read about it tomorrow anyway.

Good.

Don't want to spoil your fun.

How long were you seeing her?

Next question.

Did your relationship go any further than doctor

-patient?

I just told you that I didn't want

to talk about that.

If this little Q&A is gonna get

nasty, then I'm gonna leave, and then the

only way you'll get me back is with

a court order.

And, of course, I'll be accompanied by a

lawyer.

We appreciate you coming down, Sam.

Would you like somebody to give you a

lift home?

No, I'm a big boy.

I can find my way home.

Just talked to that guy for four hours.

Got nothing.

Sam was a good interrogator.

He knows the tricks.

I'll tell you what I think.

I think he did it.

What's his motive?

Who knows?

Maybe he killed his girlfriend because she had

something on him.

Maybe his shrink found out about it, so

he killed her to shut her up.

What difference does it make?

We don't have to prove why he did

it.

We just have to prove he did it.

So let's do that.

Both messages were written by the same person,

that much I can guarantee you.

Does it match McKeon's writing?

Maybe.

What does that mean?

It means that so far it's inconclusive.

The lipstick writing's a much better sample to

work with, but I've only had it a

couple of hours.

I need more time.

How long?

To be positive, a couple of days.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Don't you hate that?

I still have it.

Not anymore.

I need your help.

Really?

I know they're convinced I did it, and

they're going to build a circumstantial case against

me, but at this point I almost believe

I did it.

Me too.

Do you really think I could murder someone?

Look, Sam, I'm tired.

I don't want to talk about this with

you.

What the hell is wrong with you?

What did I do?

I think you should go.

Wait.

You're not the only one that had a

bad time after Michael.

I wouldn't know.

I never heard from you.

I couldn't.

Right.

Rita.

What?

I'm sorry.

It's just that telling people, letting people in,

I'm not good at that.

If you had said that, it would have

been something.

Even a bad excuse is better than none

at all.

Sam, you just disappeared on me.

I couldn't.

I honestly believe that you were better off

without me.

I don't believe that anymore.

I need you to know that.

I've got you so much.

I missed you so much.

Jesus.

I didn't know it was going to be

so good.

I've seen you.

You're a cop, right?

Bimmy.

When do you go out?

There's still a couple more girls before me.

Are you good?

The best.

Guess I'd better stay and watch.

Yeah.

Have a drink.

Keep me company.

All right.

He knows what you drink?

Yeah.

What's your name?

J.D. Prision.

Southern.

From New Orleans, darling.

No way.

New Orleans.

What about you?

My name's Diana.

Princess Di of the desert.

Kidding.

What's your story?

You like strippers, right?

You like cops.

Depends on the cop.

Well, I'm not that particular.

You do just fine.

Oh.

I think I know what you're about.

I bet you do.

Yeah.

Why don't you explain it to me what

you've done here tonight?

You a heartbreaker, J.D.? I'm your salvation,

darling.

This file is extensive.

McKeon was seeing Dr. Lawrence for almost two

years.

But the only behavior that's noted in there

that applies to what we're looking for is

McKeon's unnatural relationships with women.

Basically, he prefers women that society would classify

as bad.

Like a stripper.

Right.

But that's not all.

Even though he prefers these women, he feels

guilt over it.

So he pursues redemption, which he finds in

women he perceives as more pure, like a

nurse or a teacher.

Or his therapist.

Are you asking me if I think Dr.

Lawrence and McKeon were intimate?

I'm asking you if you think he was

banging her.

I think so.

It's inferred in the notes, so I'd guess

they were.

Look, you know what we want to know,

Doc.

Is he capable of murder?

Sure, given the right circumstances.

So are a lot of people given the

right circumstances.

But, going by Dr. Lawrence's notes, I wouldn't

hesitate to classify McKeon as dangerous.

What kind of woman are we talking about?

A therapist who sleeps with her patients?

I don't know if that would affect her

clinical opinions, though.

But I do think that any woman attracted

to this man would have to have a

sick flirtation with self-destruction.

Simply put, do you think he could have

killed him?

He could have.

So, which category do you think you fall

into, the good girl or the bad girl?

What would you say if I told you

I didn't think he did it?

If you were a man, I'd say you're

talking with your dick.

You still got the hots for this guy?

Why, because he changed my mind?

We don't have one piece of solid evidence

that links McKeon to either murder.

A hair.

Male.

Caucasian.

We found it stuck to the blood on

Shelly Randall's vest.

What did you get from it?

Well, nothing yet, but the root's intact and

it's one of the best places to get

a DNA sample.

Now, if we can get a fluid sample

from McKeon, we can test for a mulch.

Detective!

You got a minute?

I'd appreciate it.

What do you need?

I understand that, uh, when McKeon was on

the force, you were his partner.

Right.

Well, you know, they say a cop is

closer to his partner than he is to

his wife and kids.

Well, I'm not married, so I couldn't tell

you.

Well, I just need some insight on McKeon.

I thought you'd be the person to talk

to.

That depends on what you want to know.

I'd also cross my mind to talk to

Detective Cates, being as close to McKeon as

she used to be.

Mr. Geffen, why don't you quit jerking off?

Ask me a direct question, I'll give you

a direct answer.

All right.

What can you tell me about this triangle

I keep hearing about between McKeon, Cates, and

her partner, J.D.? McKeon's not the only

one around here that likes strippers.

He and J.D. used to burn this

town down, but J.D. was also close

with Cates' husband.

Very close.

And he blew his brains out, huh?

We all know that story.

But J.D. hasn't been seen with McKeon

since the incident with Cates' husband.

It's because he held him responsible for what

happened.

You think J.D. has a score to

settle?

No.

He's not like that.

He doesn't hold grudges, and in case you

haven't noticed, he's a decorated member of the

Las Vegas MPD.

Mm-hmm.

Well, so is Sam McKeon.

I mean, I'd be real interested in knowing

where J.D. was when those murders were

committed.

Then ask him.

Look, I don't want you to take this

personal, Detective.

It's all part of my job.

And I have some reports to fill out.

That's all part of my job.

Detective Cates.

How can you work?

Hmm?

After last night, all I can do is

think about you.

Oh.

Hello.

I have to see you tonight.

No, no, no.

Make that need to see you tonight.

Rita, if I don't see you tonight, I'm

going to explode.

You'd want to be responsible for that to

him.

I'm on the 12th to 8th.

8.30 at the Riviera.

Come through the casino.

Okay, I'll do that.

Bye.

Spoke to Geffen.

He could have a court order for the

fluid sample on McKeon as early as tomorrow,

day after.

We don't need it.

McKeon will give us anything we want voluntarily.

How do you know that?

I just do.

Hey, Jay.

I got to go to the little boys'

room.

Come keep me company.

Yeah.

This Deputy D.A. Geffen, how well do

you know the guy?

Not so you notice.

Well, he just had me down to the

car asking me a whole slew of questions

about you, Kate, Sam, the whole shebang.

I think he's flirting with a theory that'll

put your balls in a vice.

Like what?

I don't know exactly.

It's some kind of half-baked thing about

you having a score to settle with Sam.

So I'm setting him up as a killer?

Oh, he's giving you a lead role.

That I did to girls, too?

I take them seriously.

This guy is ambitious, and I don't think

he much cares if you're guilty or not.

Watch your back, my friend.

Lab fender hair and Shelly Randall's vest.

Male, Caucasian.

Will it help?

You'll be able to get DNA from it.

That's something.

Mm-hmm.

We were going to get a court order

to get a fluid sample from you.

You were?

Yeah.

I told him it wasn't necessary.

Why's that?

Because I told him you'd give us anything

we want voluntarily.

Was it right?

No?

Did you bring a receptacle?

No.

I'm not here to collect fluid samples.

You come to the lab in the morning?

Hmm?

Yes, anything.

You look like shit, babe.

Thanks.

Isn't that the same thing you wore yesterday?

I'm going to keep my personal life off

the agenda for a change.

Mm, touchy this morning.

Wait.

Don't get comfortable.

I got something to show you.

Can I get some coffee first?

Later.

Come on.

Came in the mail this morning.

Nine years ago.

McKean was still with L.A.P.D.

He killed his 21-year-old ex-girlfriend.

He claimed during an argument she took his

gun out of the drawer, took a shot

at him.

He tried to take it away from her,

and it went off.

She took one in the heart.

Investigation ruled it accidental, never went on his

record.

Guess what she did for a living?

What?

She was a stripper.

Huh?

Well, what do you mean, so?

It looks like someone wants to show us

Sam's got a unique way of getting rid

of his girlfriends.

This one makes three.

Yeah, or whoever's setting him up is putting

icing on the cake, G.D. Oh, come

on, come on, come on, Kates.

Both victims are his ex-girlfriends.

He's got no alibi.

We got an eyewitness that puts him at

one of the murder scenes.

He wants us to think it's a setup.

I'll lay money.

He sent us this to convince us.

Yeah.

You were with him last night.

Look...

Look my ass.

You ought to be out of your fucking

mind on two counts.

One, you're screwing up this investigation.

Two, you're risking your life, girl.

The guy's a psycho.

We don't know that.

Look, everything we have is circumstantial anyway.

Let's just find the person who sent this.

We need to talk.

It's my life.

Just stay out of it.

Well, I'd like to, darling, but you're sort

of pulling me into it.

Double comfort on the rocks.

What you're doing will taint every piece of

evidence we get against him.

He didn't do it.

Oh, that was good.

That was convincing.

You sound like someone's mama.

My boy couldn't have done those terrible things.

Shit.

What's so great about this guy's worth risking

your life for?

I mean, what is it about someone that

makes you never get over them?

In my experience, it's great sex and lots

of pain.

We always like the ones that cause us

the most pain.

Oh, come on, come on.

You're a smart lady, Gates.

Yeah, well, we all have our own weaknesses,

right?

It's him, you know.

He's guilty as hell.

He's laying out one terrific smokescreen.

Just enough to make us think it's someone

else but never enough to lead us to

someone else.

No, he said we'd do this.

He said we'd build a circumstantial case against

him and that's exactly what we're doing.

He said that?

I can't listen to yourself.

Can't you see what he's doing?

That letter in the newspaper article, a genius,

but now he's got one of the investigating

officers sleeping in his bed.

You know, you're not exactly the most neutral

person when it comes to Sam.

I mean, come on, you're Michael's best friend.

You were his wife.

I'm just not as convinced as you are,

that's all.

Well, when are you gonna be convinced?

When he slices me up?

Hello?

It's me.

I'm coming over.

We have to talk.

Yeah.

You okay?

Had an interesting day at work.

Good.

Tell me about it.

How long has that been there?

Since I bought the bus.

We got the results from the DNA.

You were inclusive.

Figures.

I have to admit, I was in a

no-win situation.

Even if I were excluded, you would have

said the hair belonged to somebody else and

I'd still be a suspect.

We found out about the shooting in L

.A., too.

That was an accident.

No, that was the conclusion of the investigation.

You don't believe me?

Shit.

I spilled juice on my shirt.

I was gonna try to clean it, but...

I should probably change it anyway.

I've had it on for two days.

Rita, stay the night.

I just think we should take it slower

this time.

You gonna talk tomorrow?

Mm-hmm.

I'm getting used to talking to you every

day.

Me, too.

Mm.

I can let myself out.

Okay.

Rita!

Security system.

Good night.

It's Rebecca Lawrence, blood type.

We were able to lift two prints.

Both of them match McKeon's.

Are you telling me we finally got the

evidence to nail this son of a bitch

and it's inadmissible?

That's it.

What the hell were you thinking?

I-I was afraid if I didn't take

them that they wouldn't be there when we

got back.

If she hadn't been there, we wouldn't have

them.

Yeah.

So what do we do?

We got good evidence obtained in a legal

search and seizure.

What were you gonna tell the D.A.

when he asks you what you were doing

in McKeon's house?

We got enough to get a search warrant.

Why don't we say we're going in to

look for a match on the fibers we

got off the Randall 9 and see what

we find?

Maybe there's something else he forgot.

I'll tell you what we do.

We get a warrant on the fibers.

And then when you're in there, I want

you to plant these right where she found

them.

It's a fucking technicality!

Sam.

Can you explain these?

I use the rubber gloves to work on

the cars sometimes.

But these have blood on them, Sam.

Where'd you find them?

Laundry room.

It's funny, because I keep all the things

I use to work on the cars in

the garage.

Not the laundry room.

That's where they were.

We're going to have to take you into

custody.

So we can get the guys at the

lab to look at these.

You sure you don't want to cuff me?

No, I don't want to.

Let me show you a lockout before you

go.

Are you serious?

Yeah, but I know what I'm using.

She was in your house, in the laundry

room the night before, the next night they

find the gloves, and you don't want me

to make that public.

She'll deny it anyway.

She'll never admit to a plant even on

the stand.

Sam.

Just her presence there will cast a doubt

over the whole case.

I can have the gloves thrown out.

I told you about that so you'd know

that I had nothing to do with the

gloves.

Find another way to prove it.

I'm an attorney, Sam.

Not a magician.

I pay you good money, Alex.

Now think of something.

I'm not going to agree to any request

for bail.

This is a capital case.

The gloves were a plant, Sam.

Who told you that?

Your client?

You think an ex-cop would be stupid

enough to keep incriminating evidence like that?

Well, you know the old saying.

Alex Carter makes people stupid because down deep

they want to get caught.

Oh, that's very colorful.

I suggest you save it for the press.

Who's going to need it?

You should have a talk with the arresting

officers.

Save yourself from being humiliated in court.

We're charging your client with two counts of

murder in the first, and we're going all

the way with it.

He's going to die.

Ojos de Dios.

What about it?

The eyes of God.

Remember, I told you I'd seen that before.

Sam had a case, like, eight years ago.

This wacko named Otis Barkley caved in his

wife's skull with a hammer.

This is a picture of their house.

Look over the door.

Look at his booking slip under distinguishing marks.

Tattoo, left arm.

Ojos de Dios.

This is it.

This is where McCain got the idea.

So where is this guy?

As far as I know, he's still up

in Eli's state doing 25 to life.

But look at these.

These are letters he wrote to Sam.

See, he hated Sam for the way he

got the confession out of him.

You've got to look at some of these.

This guy is whacked out in the Twinkie

Zone.

These are full of biblical references, quoting Job,

swearing revenge.

What else is in there?

Crime scene pics, video and audio interviews, including

the confession, transcripts, evidence records.

It's all in here.

Yes, this is Detective Cates from the Las

Vegas PD.

I need to know the current status on

an inmate.

Barkley.

Otis Barkley.

What if this guy got an early release?

But if he hated Sam so much, he

would have a better motive to set him

up.

If this guy's out, he'd make a hell

of a suspect.

If he's out?

Yes.

How?

Thanks.

Otis Barkley was beaten to death in the

metal shop in prison on the 17th.

Get this over to Jeff.

I'm going back to records.

Keep me posted, okay?

Barkley's murdered on the 17th, Shelly Randall on

the 20th.

Three days apart.

So?

It's a lot of coincidences.

The religious thing, the eyes of God.

He dies, the murders start.

Oh, man.

You just don't give up, do you?

Look, what we did was a shitty thing,

and you know it.

Now, if someone's going to be convicted for

evidence that we planted, I want to make

sure he's guilty.

If Sam's innocent and the killer is connected

to this Barkley guy, maybe his name's in

this box.

Everything here tells us exactly what I thought

it would.

Nothing.

There wasn't one surprise in that box.

We've gone through every damn thing in it.

We've been through his confession, every statement taken

by the D.A., medical examiner's report, and

the court transcripts.

My eyes are killing me.

Are you satisfied?

Who's J.C.? Oh.

It just says J.C. on it.

Just the initials?

Mm-mm.

It's a name.

J.C. J-A-C-Y.

She's a kid.

Not on the list of witnesses who appeared

in court.

J.C. Barkley.

She's his daughter.

Where's he going with this?

Why is he interviewing him?

I don't know.

Who did you call?

Oscar.

It's me.

Can you get down here?

Yeah.

Do it later.

What?

It's a story on Barkley's daughter.

You're kidding?

She was the whole case.

Barkley made this look like some burglar, drifter

got in the house and did the old

lady while he wasn't home, but his story

sucked.

We knew he was dirty, but we had

crapola on the guy.

Sam got a hunch that the girl knew

something.

He stayed on her for three days.

She finally gave it up.

She saw the whole thing.

She even showed us where the old man

buried that hammer.

There's no transcript of this.

Well, maybe it wasn't transcribed, but I'm sure

it's on the tapes.

What about her testimony?

She didn't testify.

When we showed her story to the old

man, he copped out on it, so we

didn't need her statement, didn't use it.

Why not?

Sam just wanted to protect the kid, figure

she'd been through enough.

What happened to her after that?

I don't know, but I think Sam followed

up on that.

He got her with some...

something.

No Nevada driver's license.

That's it?

Maybe she changed her name.

I don't use one in this town.

Here it comes.

Shit.

She's got a warrant out on her.

Oregon.

Bad chicks.

Do you have a warrant on her that

dates back to October of last year?

She does?

Can you put it through for me?

Thanks.

She's got a list of priors they're going

to send her through.

Nice girl.

Look at that, prostitution, prostitution, burglary, assault.

That doesn't fall too far from the tree.

Let's see what J.C. Barkley looks like

today.

Hello.

He's still there.

The babe that said you saw Sam in

the parking lot?

That's the one.

Lieutenant, they're waiting for you.

Oh, what the hell?

Over here, Lieutenant.

Looks like some sort of surveillance photos, taking

a McCann.

She's got a regular shrine here.

Cliffing's on her.

Shelly Randall, Rebecca Lawrence murders.

And a stack of letters from her old

man in prison telling her to seek retribution.

Is that her?

Mm-hmm.

J.C. Barkley, a.k.a. Crystal Lynn.

Well, where the hell is she?

McCann's going to walk her.

Why?

I want to hold him until we can

find this Barkley girl and question her.

I know, but you're not going to be

able to do that.

His lawyer filed a motion for dismissal based

on new evidence.

What new evidence?

Everything we found in the Barkley girl's apartment.

None of that's anything...

Hold it.

Wait a minute.

We didn't find anything in her apartment that

physically ties her to the murders.

Maybe not, but what we found definitely suggests

that she could be framing McCann, which makes

his claim that he was set up a

workable defense.

Look, his lawyers could take just those letters

from her father and make a case for

reasonable doubt.

Yeah, but what we got against McCann is

good.

And all circumstantial.

J.C. Barkley's the only eyewitness we've got

that places him at the scene of one

of these crimes.

And if the defense can show that she

was at his house even for a minute,

it throws doubt on the gloves, and that's

the best evidence we've got.

Besides, the fact that she's disappeared doesn't do

us a damn bit of good.

I'll tell you right now, I'm not going

to trial if I'm going to lose.

He could still be guilty, you know.

Your Honor, in light of the reasons set

forth, I would move to dismiss the criminal

complaint.

Counsel, any objection?

No, Your Honor.

Motion is granted.

Case dismissed.

Order the defendant be released from custody.

I had a talk with Oscar.

Oh, yeah?

I owe you.

I was just doing my job.

Rita, for someone to have done what you

did, they'd have to believe I was innocent.

Oh, not necessarily.

What's it going to take to convince you?

We don't have much on J.C. Barkley.

All the evidence we do have still points

to you.

Come on, Rita.

What about Crystal Lynn?

You said you never saw her ever.

I didn't.

I knew her as J.C. You went

out with her?

Absolutely not.

I saw her twice.

She gave me a call because she was

in town, gave me some story about graduating

from the University of Oregon.

Was she at your house?

Yes.

Once.

For a drink.

One drink.

It was nothing.

Who are you going to believe?

Can't we put all this behind us?

I don't know.

You never asked me about Crystal Lynn.

What?

When we questioned you at the interrogation, you

never asked me about her.

Weren't you curious about who she was?

What she told us?

I figured they were all lies.

It didn't matter.

How could you know they were lies?

You didn't even know who she was.

You just said you didn't know Crystal was

J.C. What is this?

It's bothering me.

You still don't believe me?

I'm out of here.

I got no place to go.

Everybody's looking for me.

What a job he did on me.

He set me up beautifully.

You think I'd leave all that stuff in

my apartment?

All those clippings?

He put all that there, and you know

he did, don't you?

Yeah, I thought about it.

So, what do I do?

Who's going to believe me?

Why don't you put the gun down, and

we'll figure it out.

Oh, right!

Like you believed me when I said I

saw him outside the club.

I saw him there.

He killed that bitch.

Hi, this is Rita.

Please leave a message, and I'll call you

back.

You want to hear what I have to

say?

Yes.

Are you ready to listen to how he

lied to you and everybody else about me?

Are you ready to listen to that?

Yeah.

He didn't think I'd do anything.

He thought that I'd just let him get

away with it.

Or maybe he thought that he could kill

me, too.

There's no way.

Why don't you just tell me everything that

happened?

Your boyfriend's got a real problem.

That's what happened.

He decides to knock off a couple of

his ex-girlfriends, and he decides to lay

it all on me.

Why would he do that?

What do I know?

The guy is fucking nuts.

That is why.

You were next, you know.

Yeah.

You are so lucky I'm here.

God, thank you for coming.

Yeah, you're welcome.

He didn't know the whole story, you know,

about my father.

See, I only told him what my father

told me to tell him, and the truth

is, my father didn't kill my mother.

I killed my mother.

Yeah, but your father went to prison.

Yeah, it was his choice.

It was crazy anyway, but that doesn't mean

I killed those women.

Your boyfriend did.

They were his girlfriends, not mine.

Well, you must be very grateful to your

father.

Oh, yeah.

He made sure I was.

Rita!

Rita!

Rita!

Rita!

No!

No!

No!

All the charges against you have been dropped.

We finally got good evidence on J.C.

Barkley.

I found the prints in your laundry room

and in your garage.

They've accepted that she planted the gloves.

I got a solid match in the handwriting,

too.

And a criminal record and a mental health

history and a confession to Kate's about killing

her mother sort of put the cherry on

it all.

D.A.'s happy.

Case closed.

If I were you, I'd think about a

long vacation, Sam.

Rita?

Well, it's been cleared.

That part's over.

Are you convinced he's innocent?

Doesn't matter.

Case is closed.

That was never the important issue anyway, not

between you and him.

No, it wasn't.

He walked back into my life after two

years, and I was ready to do anything

he wanted, without question.

What do you feel now?

I don't trust what I feel.

I thought it was over before.

This is some kind of contest to see

who can hold out the longest till you

win.

It's not that.

What is it, then?

And why have you returned my calls?

I just needed some time.

I've given it to you.

What's wrong with you?

I'm willing to give you everything.

You miss me?

Sometimes.

Sometimes.

I can't do it anymore.

What?

Whatever it is between us, it's something, but

it's not good, Sam.

It's just not good.