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(BUOY BELL RINGING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(WHIMPERING)

(TAPE REWINDING)

(GIRL WHOOPING)

(WHOOPING)

The guy's been shot,
Jessie.

You found him?

Yeah. I'm on
the 11:00 to 7:00.

I pulled over
to take a leak
and, uh, saw the dog.

(WAVES CRASHING)

Don't know him.

Uh, his wallet and license
are still in his pocket.

Kenneth Eisley.

Big house on the
other side of the water.

Another commuter
who moved here
lookin' for paradise.

Well, he found it.

(BUOY BELL RINGING)

Looks like 0.22s.

It's a murder,
isn't it, Jessie?

Probably.

Do you think the tide
washed him up here?

Uh...

A body
that's been in the ocean
and washed up on shore

doesn't look like that.

More beat-up.

Yep.

He's got some marks
on his face.

That would be the gulls.

I could have lived
without knowin' that.

(CLEARS THROAT)

What about shell casings?

No.

Maybe the killer
picked them up.

Or used a revolver.

(PANTS)

Anthony said
on the phone
we got a murder?

Well, you're
the crime scene guy, doc,

but there's two
bullet holes in his chest.

Well, that'll be a clue.

He's not in rigor yet.

What does that mean?

He ran into his killer
less than two hours ago.

Or killers.

D'Angelo, close the area.

It's November, skipper.
Nobody uses it anyway.

This guy did.

What about the dog?
He's just sittin' there.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

(JESSIE GROANS)

(SNIFFING)

(TAPE REWINDING)

(BEEPS)

JENN: Jessie, it's Jenn.

Are you there?

It's late.

Guess you're asleep
or out on a date.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to sound like that.

I've had a long day.

Well, I was pointing
to Teaneck, New Jersey

when I was
giving the forecast
for Long Island.

Well, actually,
it didn't matter.

Weather girls aren't
taken seriously, anyway.

Then I was out
all night until now,

and the network
had this fundraising thing
over at the Met,

and Craig,
my segment producer,
took me.

Anyway, I'm beat.
I'm gonna crash.

I guess I'll talk to you...

(TAPE REWINDING)

...seriously, anyway.

Then I was out
all night until now,

and the network
had this fundraising thing
over at the Met.

And Craig,
my segment producer,
took me.

Anyway, I'm beat.
I'm gonna crash.

I guess
I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Hey.

It's 7:00 in the morning.
What are you doing here?

I'm up early,
fighting crime.

Can you come over tonight?

I'd be foolish not to.

We can order in.

Chinese?

Because you know
how erotic I get
when I eat chinese.

Or when you don't.

ANTHONY: Age: 37.

Divorced, no children.
His parents live in Amherst.

They've been notified.

Well, somebody
killed him and they
had to have a reason.

Talk with the people
he worked with.

Perkins said
he'd get to Eisley's autopsy
around lunchtime, skipper.

D'Angelo,
in all the years
I've been a cop,

I have never heard
the police chief
referred to as "skipper."

Chief, there's a couple
here with their daughter.
The Penningtons.

What do they want?

They didn't want to say,

but I think
you need to talk with them.

Call Captain Healey.

Tell him
we're sending the bullets
down for ballistics.

Right.

Good morning, folks.
I'm chief Stone.

Please sit down.

My daughter
has been raped.

Mother!

Molly, you might want
to stick around.

I didn't get raped.

Please, honey.

She came home
late last night.

She tried to slip
into the house.

Her jeans were ripped,
her hair was a mess,
her lip was bleeding.

I insisted
on inspecting her myself.

She had on no underwear
and her thighs were bruised.

Did you take her
to the doctor?

And have it
all over town? God, no.

I mean, I cleaned her up
and brought her
straight to you.

Cleaned her up? How?

(MARGARET SIGHS)

I put her in a hot bath
and scrubbed her myself,
like she was two years old.

Who did this
to you, Candace?

I don't want
to talk about it.

You tell them, young lady.

Candace,
if we don't know who did it,

it might happen again
to somebody else or to you.

MARGARET:
You tell the chief
what happened right now.

No hitting.

Molly,
take Candace outside.

Come with me, Candace.

Isn't there
some kind of a test?

Well, a hot bath
tends to wash away
that kind of evidence,

but the hospital
might be able to tell us...

No,
I won't take her. No.

Margaret.

(SIGHS)

This entire incident
must remain confidential.
Can you promise me that?

Of course not.

We don't plan
to blab about it.

But if there's a trial,
people will find out.

We can't discuss this
any further.

I want my daughter,
and we're going home now.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

MARGARET: You know what?
I've said what I have to say.

MOLLY: Mrs. Pennington,
why don't you let us...

I have nothing
to say to you. No.

Candace.

(PHONE RINGING)

Anything you
want to tell me?

Poor kid.
What are we gonna do?

You heard her mother.
She doesn't want a scandal.

So we're
not gonna do anything?

I didn't say that.

Why don't you go down
to the high school?

And do what?

Keep an eye on her.

Find out who did this.

How?

You'll think of something.

(BUOY BELL RINGING)

(DOOR OPENING)

ABBY:
Jesse?

Yeah.

Am I late?

No.

You can't invite someone
over for dinner

and just plunk down
cartons of food
on the table.

Of course you can't.
I just wanted to see
if you knew that.

Yeah, right.

Uh,

there's a dog in here.

Yeah.

Oh.

(MOANING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(SIGHS)

(PANTS)

(SIGHING)

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)
Where are you going?

Do you want water?

Mmm...

Wine.

(TAPE REWINDING)

(WATER LAPPING)

(DUCKS QUACKING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

(CLINKING)

The floor's gotten cold.

The season's over.

(LAUGHS)

(TAPE REWINDING)

I'm worried.

Someone will find him.

I just couldn't kill a dog.

(DOG BARKS)

MAN: There you go.
Right here.

Go, boy. Ready?

There you go.

ABBY: You ever met him?

Who?

The baseball player
on your wall.

Ozzie? No.

But he was the best
shortstop I ever saw.

Would you have
been that good if
you hadn't been hurt?

I might have made
the show, but I wouldn't
have been Ozzie.

Do you miss it?

Every day.

Why do you
think we get along?

I don't know.

We're an odd pair.
I'm way too old for you.

So why do you think
we get along?

Because we're pals.

Pals that have sex.

You're like me.

You won't commit
to a relationship
just to have it.

Neither one of us requires
a commitment from the other.

Which produces
a kind of commitment
to each other.

I don't mean this
in any negative way,

but you may be
the simplest person
I've ever met.

You know what you know,

and you do what you do,
and you just keep doing it.

Like a mule.

Or a jackass.

DR. PERKINS: One shot,
straight through the heart.

The other clipped
the descending aorta.

You want all the details
about what got penetrated?

I'll read the report.

Looks like 40 grain,
standard velocity,

$10-a-brick ammunition.

Almost like a pro.

DR. PERKINS:
Shots entered the body
about 30 degrees apart.

What's that mean to you?

Hey, I don't know, Jess.
I'm a pediatrician
most of the time.

This is the first
murder I've seen.

You must have
seen lots of stuff
like this in L.A.

Well, it could mean
that the victim moved
after the first shot hit him.

Or one shooter
with two guns.

Or two shots
at the same time
from two shooters.

We should pull
all the city and state
firearm records.

Well, good luck.
Everyone in the
state owns a 0.22.

We could cross-reference
for people who live
in and around Paradise.

If the shooter bought
in Massachusetts,

if the gun store
did its paperwork,

if we didn't lose it
in the computer,

and if they
live in Paradise.

Well,
we've got him cornered.

What, so we shouldn't?

No, go ahead.
We have to.

But smart criminals
don't use registered guns
to commit murder.

You think he's smart?

He or she.

(STUDENTS CHATTERING)

Hey, Pennington.

What? No hello?

GIRL: Have a look at this.

You see these?

Don't you say a thing.

Actually,
that's my favorite.

(LAUGHING)

You say anything
and you're dead.

MAN: Okay, okay,
we're going to find him.

Does he have a car?

JESSIE:
Hmm.

Listen, I'll have
to call you back.

Does that translate to,
"I've I.D.'d the rapist"?

MOLLY:
There's a dog in here.

Witness protection.

Bo Marino.

The football player.

Football star
and two of his teammates.

Bo showed somethin'
to Candace that scared
the hell out of her.

You know who the boys
were with Marino?

Kevin Feeney and Troy Drake.

You got anything else?

Not yet.

You got a plan?

I'm going to haunt them.

You have to work here
some time.

My time.

Well,
it's company time, too.
Company business.

It's women's business.

Men may know things
women don't.

Yes, but rape is one
of the things we know.

So I'm going to haunt them.

(GIRL LAUGHING)

MAN: I'm gonna
lose my...

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

MAN: Don't lean so close...

Whoo!

MAN: Higher!

WOMAN: Whoo!

WOMAN: Excuse me,
are you done
with your paper?

Thanks so much.

BRIANNA: Yeah,
just keep it.

See something you like?

Yes. Take a look at this.

(SWITCH CLICKS)

WOMAN: Yeah, I heard
this was a great article.

I didn't know
you were shooting this.

ANDREW:
I'm always shooting.

But I just wanted to read it.

She's the one.

She was nice.

She wanted to
borrow my paper.

(SIGHS)

You think
she's good-looking?

I think
she's great-looking.

Want a soda?

Thanks.

See you later.

She looks
kind of horsy to me.

Thanks a lot.

She's the one.

How does it make you feel
that she's sleeping
with other men?

She has every right.

Hmm-mmm, but how does
it make you feel?

It makes me want to kill
every man she's with.

But you don't.

Thank you.

WAITRESS:
You're welcome.

You know that I'm
a wiser person than you.

Which gives you the right
to offer me advice.

Yes. It's a rule.

Jessie,

you've been divorced
now for what, five years?

And you advise me
to forget about Jenn?

I do.

Is anyone advising
you otherwise?

No.

If you could resolve
this thing with Jenn,

then maybe you could
put this drinking thing
behind you, too.

And just be

a really good police chief.

I've never been
drunk on the job.

You have never been
drunk on the job here.

Good point.

So?

So?

Are you suggesting
that I shut up?

No.

Your advice is good.

It's just not good for me.

(BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

Nobody's touched the body.

Who was she?

Uh, her driver's license
says Barbara Carey.

Notice she got shot,
just like the last guy.

Yeah, I noticed.

Thought I'd mention it.

D'Angelo, I want
pictures of all the cars
in the parking lot,

license plates
so we can read 'em.

All of them?
Yeah.

Who's going to pay
for the film?

I will.

You think the killer's
still here?

Would you be?

You okay?

Mmm-hmm.

He's interesting.

I didn't notice.

BRIANNA:
They're taking down
license plates.

They'll find our names.

So?

They'll find
a lot of other names, too.

You think they'll bring us
in for questioning?

ANDREW:
Smalltown force.

I don't think
they've got the manpower.

It might be
kind of exciting
if they did.

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

You need a ride?

What do you want?

To talk.

JESSIE:
If you want to slump down
so nobody sees you,

I won't take it personally.

(WHIMPERS)

There's a dog here.

What's his name?

What do you think
his name is?

Reggie?

You think
he looks like a Reggie?

It's what it says
on his collar.

Oh.

Hey.

Bo Marino, Kevin Feeney,
and Troy Drake.

We both know
they raped you.

And we both know
they threatened you
about telling.

(SIGHING)
How do you know?

I'm the police chief.
I know everything.

If you let them,
they will make
your life miserable

for as long
as you live in this town.

If you tell me about it,
I can give you your life back.

My mother is...

I can help you
with your mother.

I want you to call me,

any time,

about anything.

This will be
just between you and me
until you say otherwise.

It's our secret.

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to haunt them.

You won't tell?

No.

I won't.

I'm so scared.

I know.

But we're in this together,

okay?

(CHUCKLES)
Okay.

You're the chief?

I am.

How come
you're not in uniform?

Casual Tuesday.

Skip Wilder,
Boston Herald.

No comment.

Hey.

You came all the
way up from Boston
to pick up two bullets?

Well, I came to see
if I could be
of some assistance.

You can.

There's a reporter from
the Boston Herald outside.

I didn't bring him.

Find out if he
drives a black BMW.

One was
following me around.

Did you get the
license number, skipper?

No one ever gets
the license number.

You heard?

(SIGHS)
I heard.

Same M.O.?

Same M.O.

No obvious motive?

I think
it might be random.

How quickly
can your people
match the bullets

to the ones
from the first victim?

I'm the state
homicide commander.
I'm not god.

I thought
they were the same thing.

Think how disappointed I am.

It could be a long process.

The sooner we confirm it,
the sooner we'll have
the national media on us.

The process just got longer.

Thanks.

Suit?

Write me up a statement
for the local paper

about how we have
this all under control?

Me?

Yeah,
you're good at that.

I am?

Yeah.

Do we?
What?

Have it all under control.

Your wife's on line three.

Ex-wife.

Call me.

Hi.

JENN:
How you doin' up there?

You heard?

I heard.

How about
I drive up tomorrow?

This isn't
a very good time, Jenn.

I want to see you.

Me, too.

I'm very disappointed.

I know.

I hate just
talking on the phone.

I know.

It's too hard, Jessie.

I know.

Yes, sir.
I understand that.

But what about
the state police?

What about 'em?

Is there any reason
to think the killings
are related?

We have two killings.

We're not sure
whether it's the
same weapon or weapons.

Thank you.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Larry, Curly, and Moe
want to talk with you.

On behalf
of the town council

Jim, and Carter,
and I thought we ought to

get brought up
to speed on things.

So, what's
really going on?

We have two killings.

We're not sure
whether it's the
same weapon or weapons.

That's all you know?

Correct.

You don't have
any clues, nothing?

Correct.

Well, hell, I told you
he wasn't a talker.

So what do we
tell the press?

I like "no comment."

Well, what is it
you have your officers doing
over at the high school?

Maybe you could allocate
your personnel
a little better.

Damn it,
don't you talk?

Only when I have
something to say.

Couldn't we
get this thing
resolved quicker

with F.B.I.
or state help?

The F.B.I. and state police
bring the national media.

You won't like this town
when they're through with it.

Look, we think
you should take all
the resources you have

and concentrate
on the killings.

I'm a cop.

I've been a cop
for a long time.
I'm good at it.

I know how to do this.
You don't.

Damn it,
we can fire you.

You can.

But you can't tell me
what to do.

(SIGHING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

Jessie.

(PANTS)

You know that
I'm wiser than you.

Is this friendly advice,
or are you speaking
as the town's lawyer?

I'm speaking
as your pal.

Hey.

You want to come
over tonight
and make dinner?

Don't change the subject,
and don't piss them off.

I bought orange roughy.

(SIGHS)
No bones?

No bones.

That sounds good.

You know what sounds
even better?

What?

Don't piss off
the town council,
Jessie.

(LAUGHING)
So, shall we say 7:00?

You know,
if you didn't drink so much
you could hold that steadier.

I know.

What do you think?

She's too young for him.

She's about your age.

Yeah. Well,
I'm more worldly.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

Does the killer
scare you?

Don't shrug.
I want you to answer.

I suppose
I'd be an idiot
not to be scared.

Would you shoot him?

If I had to.

Have you ever shot
anyone before?

Yes.

Did you kill 'em?

Yes.

Do you want to
tell me about it?

No.

So you shot him dead?

Yes.

Did you mean to?

Yes.

You didn't try to wound him,
you know, shoot him
in the leg or something?

He had a machete.

It feels like
you can't catch your breath,

and you got some guy
with a machete,

you aim center of mass
and try not to jerk
the trigger.

When you shoot,
you always shoot to kill.

It's not like the movies.

You've got about
half a second to figure out
what needs to be done.

I guess
you need to be that way
if you're a policeman.

Maybe I'm a policeman
because I am that way.

Do you think the killings
are connected?

(SIGHS)

Don't shrug.

Do you have a guess?

I try not to.

Sure?

Well,
you're not just a cop.

You are, after all,
also a person.

I'm better at being a cop,
and it's best
if cops don't hope.

I'm not so sure
you're a better cop
than a person.

Lousy cop, too?

No.

You know what I mean.

I know. Thank you.

(PHONE RINGING)

He was shot up here.
He must have fallen.

(SIGHS)

Family?

Wife, three daughters.

I'll talk to 'em.

And they won't have any idea
why someone killed him.

And I'll ask
if they know Kenneth Eisley
and Barbara Carey,

and they won't.

And we'll
find no connection
between the three of 'em.

It's the same,
only different.

We've got a witness.

I want to talk to him.

Okay.

Philly,
this is chief Stone.

Tell him
what you told me.

Hmm.

Oh, sure.

The streets need paving.

With unpaved streets,
it's very dangerous.

Water in the streets,
the street's full of holes.

Now, Philly, you told me
you saw some cars.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Plenty of cars.

Police cars, too.

No, Philly,

before that.

Oh.

Well, there was one car.

A red Explorer.

You sure about that?

No, not really.

(GIRLS CHATTERING)

(BELL RINGS)

GIRL: So did you
have a good weekend?

BOY: Hurry up.

BOY: Yeah,
I got it, man.
No problem.

Hold it there a minute, Bo.

(GASPS)

You can't come in here.

You're usin'
a controlled substance.

A what?

A controlled substance.

You're smokin' a joint.

This is a men's room.

I'd like you to
come down to the station.

I don't think so, lady.

(SCOFFS)

Don't make me arrest you.

You?

Get the hell out of my way.

(GROANS)

You have the right
to remain silent.

You crazy bitch!

If you give up that right,

everything you say
could be taken down
and used against you

(GROANS)
In a court of law.

Watch yourself.

(GROANS)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

So, he could have
gotten the color wrong.

Exactly. And besides,
just because the car
was in both places,

hell, there's maybe
20,000 red Explorers
in the state.

Maybe 2,000 in the county.

And that assumes they stayed
around to watch this.

(PANTS)

On the other hand,
at least we have
a credible witness.

Chief Stone.

Um, your secretary
called ahead.

Andrew Lincoln.

And this is my wife,
Brianna.

Hello.

Hello. This is
officer Simpson.

Hi.
Hi.

Please, come in.

Uh, suit, why don't you
wait here?

What did you
just call him?

Suit.

Short for "suitcase."

Like Harry
"Suitcase" Simpson,
the baseball player?

Exactly.

Please, sit down.

Oh, thank you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

So, is this about
the killings?

Yes, ma'am, it is.

Your car
was in the parking lot
of a murder scene.

Where that woman was shot.

That's where
we first saw you,

investigating
the crime scene.

Oh, how was I doing?

I was wondering
if you own any guns,
specifically a .22?

We do.
Uh, registered, of course.
A .22 rifle.

We used to, um,
plink vermin

at our country home
from time to time.

Well, I was wondering
if I could borrow it
for a couple of days.

We'll just test-fire it
so we can cross you
off the list.

Of course, Chief Stone.

Jessie.

I'll go get it,

Jessie.

It's a great view, isn't it?

Oh, on a cop's salary,
I could never afford
a view like that.

We love it.

But we're just renting
for a few months.

Enjoy the seaside,
then get to Palm Beach
so we don't freeze to death.

Good idea.
What do you do, Mr. Lincoln?

Andy, please.

Well, mostly,
I manage our money.

I used to be
an ophthalmologist.

I invented
an ocular scanning device,

that uses laser refraction
to detect corneal depth.
It's...

(LAUGHING)
Anyway...

So you don't
practice medicine anymore?

Why? Do you have
something in your eye?

BRIANNA:
Here you go.

Oh, thank you.

JESSIE:
Um, Mrs. Lincoln?

Brianna.

Uh, Brianna, do you work?

No, not now.

We've been together
about 15 years.

You know, in that whole time,
we've never had an argument.

It'd be pretty suspicious
if we didn't.

Have a fight?

Mmm, no,
let you borrow the rifle.

It would.

I hope you get
the son of a bitch, Jessie.

We will.

People come up from the city
and think they own the place.

Well, they do.

He seemed nice.

Just a stupid cop.

He didn't seem stupid
to me. He seemed polite.

He was staring at your ass,
for god's sake.

I told you
he wasn't stupid.

(WATER RUNNING)

I'll have the lab
check the rifle
for ballistics.

It's not the gun,
but they did it.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

We are cops, are we not?

And you feel
in order to certify
our copness,

we need
to scarf these down?

Yes, I do.

You're not gonna eat
a dozen donuts?

Sooner or later.

You're right,
it's been too long.

I want to know everything
about Andy and Brianna:

where they live,
where their country home is,
where they plink vermin,

where he practiced medicine,
where he went to school.

"Plink vermin."

Who the hell talks like that?
People don't talk like that.

As soon as
we fire the thing,
we'll know.

We'll know the bullets
weren't fired from that gun.

What, do you think
they have another gun?

Two.

And you think they did it?

Yes.

You have everything you need
but evidence.

That's all that's missing.

Except motive.

Yeah, well, that, too.

But you never told them
about their car being
at the parking lot.

There's no need
to tell them all we know.

Because you've got
some kind of instinct?

Because there's something
very phony about them.

There's a lot of that
going around in Paradise.

Yeah.

But they're the only phonies
whose car was parked
10 feet from a homicide.

(ZIPPERING)

So, you gonna
arrest me, or what?

I'm walkin' out of here.

No, you're not.

You think you can stop me?

Of course I can.

You're all show muscle.

Hell, a 120-pound woman
hauled you in here
in handcuffs.

Sit down.

(SIGHS)

Who's the young lady?

I don't know.

I found those pictures.

Where?

School library.

Somebody
must have dropped them.

You aren't one of these guys
holding her down, are you?

Do you see my face
in any of those pictures?

You don't have to say
any more, Bo.

Rita Fiore.

I'm Mr. Marino's attorney
and his son's.

I didn't do anything, Dad.

What the hell is goin' on?

I'm holding Mr. Marino's son
on a controlled
substance charge.

JOE: You brought my kid
in for smokin' pot?

You're lookin'
at a police brutality suit.

I'm telling you that
right now.

Shut up, Mr. Marino.

We've arrested your client

for possession
of a controlled substance
with intent to sell,

resisting a lawful order,
and assaulting
a police officer.

And then there is the
matter of these pictures.

I could see my way
to releasing Bo

if he would
identify the boys
holding her down.

Chief Stone,
my client is 17 years old.

He has
no previous convictions.

You're not really gonna
keep him here overnight,
are you?

I am.

I want you
to understand something, Bo.

You deny knowing the people
in these pictures.

If you're lying to us,
it would be wise
if you told us right now

with your attorney present.

I don't know 'em.

Officer Crane,
please take Mr. Marino
to the holding cell.

Come on.

You son of a bitch.

Chief son of a bitch to you.

Now,
unless you want to spend
the night here, too,

I suggest
you and Miss Fiore

go someplace and plan
your brutality suit.

I'll meet you outside.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Healey told me you were...

What did he say?
It was kinda cute.

Oh, yeah.

He said you were
a real straight shooter.

That is cute.

See you.

Why're you keepin'
the kid overnight?

Because I don't like him.

How was the father?

The tree doesn't grow
too far from the apple.

Mmm.

If you flip
one of the other kids,

there might be
a plea-bargain and she'd
never have to appear.

You look tired, Jessie.

You can only do
what you can do.

If the killings
aren't random,

they're certainly
connected in a way
only the killers understand.

Suit said
you've got a feelin'.

Cop-ly intuition.

So, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna eat
my pizza and mull.

Mullin's good.

Good night, Jessie.

Good night, Moll.

I know you're married,
but maybe we could
have an affair.

I'll put you on the list.

Anyway, there's this...
There's this banquet hall

and it's...
It's brightly lit, and
there's a big, warm fire.

And outside,
it's cold and dark.

But inside,

everybody's eatin'
and drinkin' and having
a hell of a time.

And a... And a sparrow

flies into
one end of the hall
out of the cold darkness.

(CAMERA WHIRRING)
And he flies through
the bright, warm hall

and out the other end

into the cold darkness again.

So?

Human life

is like the flight
of that sparrow.

Or was it a swallow?

Uh, I don't remember.
But the point's the same.

(CAMERA WHIRRING)

We're only here
for a little while

and we have the right
to make the most of it.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(PANTING)

Yeah, I know, Reggie.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(REGGIE WHIMPERING)

(REGGIE PANTING)

(SIGHS)

"You can only do
what you can do."

Do you know bo Marino?

Did he take those pictures?

I don't know.

Was someone holding her feet?

I don't know anything.

Okay, Kevin.

I'm gonna
have to arrest you
for sexual assault.

No, wait a minute.

Am I going to jail?

We have pictures of you

forcibly restraining
a naked young woman
who is crying.

There's probably a crime
in there someplace.

Tell him, Kevin.

Was it Bo Marino?

Do you want to go to jail?

He'll be pissed at me.

Was it Bo Marino?

(SIGHS)

Yes.

MRS. FEENEY:
Who else?

Troy.

Troy Drake?

Yes.

Maybe you'll
sleep home tonight.

He's never been
in trouble before.

And now he is.

But he's not gonna
go to jail, is he?

Not tonight.

But, Mrs. Feeney,

your son participated
in the gang rape
of a 16-year-old girl.

He'll have to
answer for that.

JESSIE:
What else?

ANTHONY:
Andrew Lincoln married
Brianna Douglas in 1988.

They lived in Cleveland
while he was a resident
at case medical center, uh,

through 1990.

And they have two cars:
the red Explorer

and a black BMW.
Black BMW.

How'd you know that?

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I'm the police chief.
I know everything.

Listen,
I've to call you back.

Hold that thought.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Miss Fiore.

Save the "Miss" for court.

Is this a house call?

Pour me a drink,
would you?

A very large,
very dry martini.

How's vodka on the rocks?

You have kettle one?

I do.

My plan was
that you'd be so taken
with my appearance

that you'd do
whatever I wanted.

It's working.

That was a lousy way
to get Bo charged
with sexual assault.

He deserved it.

I could take you apart
in court for that.

But if I did,
how would I get
you into bed?

Are you thinking
long thoughts?

Mostly, I'm thinking "wow."

Good. I like "wow."

In the small moments,
between thinking "wow",

I want you to know
I've done a little
background research.

Thorough.

I am very thorough.

I also have the resources
of a huge law firm.

Try not to babble.

I had to know
what I was dealing with.

(MOANS)

You were
a homicide detective
in Los Angeles,

but your marriage
went south and you had
a drinking problem.

How's the marriage?

Still south.

And the drinking?

Better.

I also know that
you have a serial killer
operating here.

I do.

You must be stretched
pretty thin.

We are.

But you still
had time to run down
this rape thing.

Usually, you get into
one of these small,
suburban towns

and they have
a homicide,

and the state police
take over the investigation
pretty quickly.

We try to handle
as much as we can in-house.

(MOANS)

(SIGHS)

Buy me dinner.

I'll dress up.

Fluff up my body a little.

Wow.

I know how much pressure
you must be under now

and we really appreciate you
taking the time for this.

Candace and I
always knew who raped her.

But we agreed

that if we blew the whistle
and corroborated,

we might not get them,
and that'd make her life
very difficult in Paradise.

They were gonna show
my picture to everyone.

Well,
now they probably won't.

I'll give a statement.
I'll testify, if I have to.

Good for you.

(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)

JOE:
Get off me!

You can't go in.
You can't go in.

This is a bunch of crap.
Kevin Feeney lied.

ANTHONY:
I'm sorry, skipper.

It's all right, Tony.

Close the door behind you.

My kid told you
he didn't threaten her.

He told her that if she
testified against him,
he'd kill her.

Oh, come on,
it's just his word
against hers.

Don't force me
to make that choice.

What's that
supposed to mean?

It means I have found Bo
to be a chronic liar.

Uh-huh?

I didn't do anything
to the little bitch.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

Let go of my son!

(JOE GROANING)

(GROANS)

Arrest him!

I want
that son of a bitch
arrested for assault.

Take it easy.

(BO GASPING)

Sit down, Mr. Pennington.

I promise they won't
assault you again.

What?

You saw the whole thing.

I saw you and Bo
insult Candace Pennington
and attack her father.

You see it any different,
Mr. Pennington?

No,
that's the way I saw it.

Me, too.

He punched my kid
for no reason.

I think there was a reason.

(DUCKS QUACKING)

JESSIE: What,
the picture of you
in my bedroom?

JENN: What do you
do with it when you
have a sleepover?

It stays.
They have to know about you.

(DIALLING TELEPHONE)

So, what do you think?

About sleepovers?

No, about me coming up.

See, every news outlet
in the country is dying

for some sort of
inside something on this.

I know.

I thought I could
come out with a cameraman
and track the investigation.

An inside look
at how you're handling it.

No.

We could do
a whole series about it.

No, Jenn.

I'd stay out of the way.

(BUSY TONE BEEPING)

...means
so much to my career.

WOMAN:
Hey, Abby.

(GUN FIRING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(DUCKS QUACKING)

(WATER FLOWING)

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

Hey, Jessie.

Two in the chest,
just like the others.

DR. PERKINS:
Cold morning.

Might make the time
of death a little harder.

Hey, hey, doc.

Not now.

Jessie, I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

Maybe I should just say,
"the hell with it,"
and be a drunk.

God knows I'm good at it.

I don't see
what purpose is served
by locking these children up.

You think they
didn't know it was wrong?

You think they couldn't
control themselves?

Well, they didn't.

No plea-bargains.
They deserve jail time.

Right now,
Candace can't imagine
going to school tomorrow.

She cannot imagine
facing all the kids

that will know
she was gang-raped
and photographed naked,

and the three guys

who did it

will be in the
same school with her.

Maybe the same class.

I may not be
a little girl anymore,
but I am a woman.

And as a woman,
I sympathize with her.

Did the court specify
the community service?

Not yet.

Do I have an input in this?

What would you have us do?

Let me have each of 'em
in a cell for an hour.

Let me beat the crap
out of them.

You're joking?

I am.

But why not let them
serve their sentence
with the police department?

You would, of course,

take your supervisory
responsibilities seriously.

I would bust their chops.

And I wouldn't
lay a hand on 'em.

I'll see what I can do.

What about unsolved murders
in the Cleveland area?

Nothin' that matches.

Uh, a young girl was shot
at a bus stop in Parma,
which is near Cleveland.

I know where Parma is.

The only thing
that matches this M.O.

are two killings
in Hilton Head, 1999,

and three in Florida, 2002.

Where in Florida?

Uh...

Palm Beach.

There's a guy from CNN here.
He wants to speak with you.

Who is it?

I don't know.

He won't like that.

There's a press
briefing every morning.
Tell him where and when.

Okay.

Maybe now we can get
a search warrant.

No judge is gonna give us
a search warrant
with what we've got.

And the weapons
won't be there.

We can try.

I don't want 'em to stop!

Suit?

That's good work.

You may make
detective someday.

We don't have any detectives.

Well, if we did.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry
about your girlfriend.

She wasn't my girlfriend.
She was my pal.

No, thank you.

You're not drinking?

I don't drink.

I did, but I don't.

Well, here.

I hate to drink alone.

The D.A.
went for your plan.

So what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna take them over
to doc Perkins and
have them sterilized.

The Marino family
wants me to file
charges against you.

Oh, it all happened
so quickly.

I'm sure.

I could tell you're
kind of slow to react.

Well, Bo attacked
Candace's dad

who responded
in self-defense.

Then Joe Marino jumped in

and Chuck
had to defend himself
from both of them.

And that's how
you'll testify in court?

Absolutely.

I was a prosecutor
in a previous life.

Don't beat yourself up.

It's the toughest
kind of case:
motiveless, random killing.

It seems that serial
killers only screw up
when it gets personal.

So, when do we go to court?

This one isn't
a winner for our side.

I'll persuade
my clients to drop it.

And if they won't?

They'll drop it.

So, off the record,

what really happened
with Bo and his father?

Pennington smacked the crap
out of Bo and his old man,
and I let him.

I'm shocked.

Not that shocked.

No.

Oh, it'll be our secret.

Perhaps before we're through,
there'll be several more.

(SNIFFLES)

Ah, Jessie.

Ballistics came back
on the third victim.

Same as the first two.

Same two guns.

Who else knows about this?

So far, just you and me.

Good.

But I'm runnin' out
of excuses.

It's freezin' out here.

The day I left L.A.P.D.,
I drove out to Santa Monica

and just looked out
at the ocean.

I lost my wife and my job.

It calmed me.

Are you feelin'
that way now?

No. I'm angry.

They killed my friend.

So you think
it was intentional,
this killing your friend?

Yes.

I know who did this.

I know who killed Eisley,
and the woman
in the parking lot,

the guy in the alley,
and Abby.

I know who killed them.

Do you have a motive?

No.

Witnesses?
No.

Weapon?
No.

Hell, I'll warm up
a cell right now.

There's two of them.

And they're
not gonna stop.
I won't let them.

They seem to have
an interest in me

and maybe
I can encourage them
to develop it.

So these two people,
they have an interest
in killing people

and now they seem
to have an interest
in killing you?

Is this a great country
or what?

Jessie, you might
want to be a little careful
with these people.

I'm a little careful
with everyone.

The hell you are.

It would not be good
to take this personally.

I've been at this thing
too long to be wrong.

I'm not gonna sit around
and wait for someone
to find another body.

MAN: You just love
to make me nervous.

(BLABBERING)

(TAPE REWINDING)

JESSIE: Need a ride?

BRIANNA: Oh,
he's gonna see you.

ABBY: That sounds good.

You know what sounds
even better?

JESSIE: What?

(ANDREW CHATTERING)

He looks tired.

I think he looks worried.

Maybe we've
been too hard on him.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

ANDREW: Human life is like
the flight of that sparrow.

Jessie?

Andy?

Oh.

This is Reggie.

Thought you might need this.

Ah!

Uh, come on in.

ANDREW: They took
a ballistics test?

JESSIE: Yes, we did.
We sent it to Boston.

Come, come into
the living room.

Brianna doesn't
wanna miss you.

Bri, honey, it's Jessie.

I assume it's not linked
to a drive-by shooting
or anything.

Actually, the rifle's
never been fired.

So much for
plinking vermin.

Must have been
one of your other .22s.

No.
I have no other guns.

Jessie Stone.

Brianna.
Hello.

Oh, what a beautiful dog
you brought!

Oh, how clever.
What a sweet doggie.

Hello, you little noodle.

Actually,
I've kind of adopted him.

He belonged
to the first victim.

Well, that's
awfully good of you.

BRIANNA: How sweet.

I think he likes you.

Of course he likes me.

Hmm.

You going someplace?

Well, like we said,
we're only here a short time.

When do you leave?

Tomorrow night.

How's the investigation going?

Actually, not too good.

I hope the victims
didn't suffer too much.

I wonder what it's like
to know you're gonna die.

Have you ever been
in that position, Jessie?

Oh, I'm just
a smalltown cop.

Mostly,
I give out
parking tickets.

It must make everything
very intense.

I always wondered
what it was like
for the shooter.

That must be intense.

Exercising
the ultimate human power.

If the shooter thinks
about that kind of stuff.

Do you think he does?

I'm just a smalltown cop.
Mostly, I give out
parking tickets.

Do you have any leads?

I was pinning
my hopes on you.

(LAUGHING)

Everyone needs a hobby.

Oh, seriously, though,

why would we
do such a thing?

A shared sickness.

At least
we would be sharing.

Jessie,

who was the last victim?

A friend of mine.

Abby Taylor.
I read that in the paper.

It must be very hard
when it's someone
so close to you.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

"Abigail, oh, abigail
have you met abigail?

(SIGHS)

"The queen of the tack
to the ladies"

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

How is it?

My mother is like
kind of sulky.

Yeah.

And your father?

Oh, daddy's great.

You know, I never saw him
fight with anybody before,
for me.

You didn't try to stop it.

He was winning.

Well,
daddy boxed in college.

Well, he must've been
pretty good.

There's not a mark
on his face.

Did you ever box?

Oh, I don't box, I fight.

What's the difference?

Rules.

(SIGHS)

So, how is it at school?

Um...

You know, sometimes
Bo or Troy will like stare
at me when I go past.

But, you know,
they don't say anything.

Yeah.

Everyone else, um,

like most of the kids,
have been okay about it.

Good.

You know,

I want you to know
I appreciate
what you did for me.

Could you do me a favor?

Sure.

Well, Reggie here has got
no owner, no family.

You know, I'm never home

and he really needs someone
to look after him.

Could you do that?

I don't know, my mom...

I can talk to
your mom about it.

But you've to
take care of him.

Feed him, walk him,
clean up after him.

I know.

I can do it.

I know you can.

Jessie?

What?

I'm...

I'm sorry about your friend.

Thank you, Candace.

So, why Abby?

Because she was close to me.

So you think
they want to kill you next?

I kind of wish they'd try.

I know
they're not finished.

(SIGHS)

Well, they know
where you live.

Why don't they lurk around
your house and shoot you?

They want to do
something more artistic.

They are crazy.
I tend to forget that.

I think
they made a mistake.

It's not random anymore.

They seem to
want to taunt me,
see my reaction.

You might want
to think about
being a little careful.

I need evidence.

You think
they'll come at you
the same way?

Serial killers like ritual.
They'll do it the same.

Jessie,
you're a good man
and a good cop.

Better than
this town deserves.

It matters
what happens to you.

The ugly truth of it, Moll,
is it doesn't matter
a hell of a lot to me.

A lot of people
love you, Jessie.

Including you?

Especially me.

And don't shut me off
by being cute.

It's hard for me
not to be cute.

I think Reggie
will be good for Candace.

That was sweet.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

JENN: Jessie,
it's me. I'm...

(TAPE FORWARDING)

CANDACE: Jessie,
it's Candace.

Um...

I don't know
if I thanked you enough

for all that
you've done for me.

I mean, you did so much,
and now maybe Reggie and...

(CANDACE SNICKERS)

Well, I just
wanted you to know

that I'm your friend

and I feel
really close to you.

(CHUCKLING)
Okay, bye.

(ANSWERING MACHINE STOPS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

It's Jessie.

Jessie.

Yeah. Listen,
I need to see you both
before you leave.

The parking lot by the canal,
where Abby Taylor was killed.
You know.

When?

Tonight, 10:00.

Is this official?

No, it's personal.

If I'm right,
they'll be there.

Stupid cop.

He thinks he's setting
some sort of trap.

Can he do anything?

It doesn't matter.

This just makes it easier.
Now we know where he'll be.

Why am I here, again?

You've got kids
and a husband.

That's lovely
and chivalrous of you

and I know you do it
because you care about me,
but it's still demeaning.

You see anything, suit?

ANTHONY: Nothing yet.

Jessie?

JESSIE: Yeah.

What if you're wrong?

That's why
I've got you, Molly.

Jessie, I don't think
they're coming.

Yes, they are.

They're here.

We'll get there
as soon as we can.
You got that, suit?

On our way.

MARGARET: I won't have
a dog in my house.

CANDACE:
This is different.

I'll take care of him.

Except for when you don't.

Dad.

CHUCK: Margaret,
this means so much to her.

You know the rule.

Can't we bend
the rule this time?

Reggie needs a home.

MARGARET: You know
how I feel about
animals in the house.

He's a great dog.
He's already housebroken.

I promise
I'll take care of him.

Margaret.

But I really want him.

I won't have a dog
in my house.

This is different.
I'll take care of him.

Except for when you don't.

Dad.

CHUCK: Margaret,
this means so much to her.

Candace isn't home.

(GROANS)

(GASPING)

(BRIANNA SCREAMING)

Pick it up.

And let you execute me?

Pick it up.

I didn't shoot anybody.

I may do some jail time,

but no court of law
will execute me.

I'll outlive you, Jessie.

(ANDREW PANTING)

Get up.

(SIGHS)

Ow.

(SIGHS)

Put the gun away, suit,
before you shoot somebody.

You all right?

Yeah.

Two guns, one shooter.

Give that to Healey.

(SIGHS)

Ah.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

What are you lookin' at?

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

JENN: Jessie,
are you there?

I'm sorry.

I want you to know
that I realize

I was thinking
only about myself
and my career.

And I know
I've often been
that way with you.

Jessie, are you there?