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(CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Shit.

NARRATOR: (ON TV) ...for
creatures to attack predators.

The millipede
does possess glands

that produce
highly toxic chemicals.

The female millipede,
sensing danger,

emits her secret weapon,

cyanide.

Her attacker
gasps its last breath.

(NARRATOR
CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(DIAL TONE)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

WOMAN: Housekeeping.

Mrs. Curtis.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

NIKKI: No! No! No! No! No!

-No! No! No! No!
-Here.

(STRUGGLING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

SY: Ah! Speak of the devil.

Here's the headhunter himself,
as promised.

EMMIT: Sorry. Sorry.

SY: All right. Told her

-you were reviewing
the court release.
-Huh?

-The...
-Oh. Yeah.

So...

Is it Mrs. Goldfarb, or...

-My friends call me Ruby.
-Ruby.

That's swell.
I could use a drink.
Anybody else?

We're drinking rose.

Old-fashioned on the rocks.

Sy tells me
you're in self-storage.

Me and my late husband.
We started in mortuaries.

Ah, just another kind
of storage, I suppose.

(SY LAUGHS)

That's what my Tovaldt
used to say.

Both good businesses. Steady.

Mmm. Heck, maybe
we should be buying you out.

-RUBY: Oh...
-Uh...

Well, now, Emmit...

I know, I know.
That's not the plan.

But... Thanks. Heck,

you don't get where I am
by sticking to the plan.

-RUBY: Hmm.
-To new friends.

New friends.

(TELEPHONE RINGING OUTSIDE)

-(BEEPING)
-(LOCK CLICKS)

He's dead,
in case you couldn't tell.

Lady cop who printed you
said you're a little tender.

Around the middle, maybe?

Got some bruises.

See, I'm a simple guy.

When it snows, I put on boots.
Sun comes out, I wear shades.

I see a girl like you
and a guy like that,

I think,
"Now, how's a working man

"with hillbilly hair
and a beer belly

"land Miss State
Penitentiary 2010?"

And then I get the record.

I see the girl
has got 18 months' probation

and the guy with
his head half cut off

was the shlub
who signed the forms.

Now it starts to make sense.

I mean,
stop me if I get it wrong,

if this wasn't
some kind of tit-for-tat

handjob-gets-you-work-release
program...

If it was, whatever.
Love story of the century.

No? That's what I thought.

See? Simple things.

Cause and effect,
crime and punishment.

Mash a potato,
you know what you get?

Mashed potatoes.

I want a lawyer.

Yeah? Well, that's a mistake.

Think it through.

The evidence, shared domicile,

you, a known felon,
spinning a web of lies.

History of domestic violence
with a beer-drinking loser.

You don't have to be
a mathematician

to add two plus two.

No. Your best bet? Tearjerker.

What a monster he was.

How he beat you every night
where it wouldn't show.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Okay. We're done.

I'll leave the picture,

in case you're
the type of girl

who likes to take pride
in her work.

-(BEEPING)
-(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

This can't be good, right?

Should I start, or...

Is she mine?

No, you got the other one.

Okay,
here's what's gonna happen.

St. Cloud Homicide's
gonna handle this case,

and you're both
gonna go back to...

What'd you do?

Traffic enforcement.

-Traffic enforcement.
-Yes, sir.

Gloria Burgle, Chief of
the Eden Valley police.

For about another week.

Eight days, yes, sir,
including Christmas,

which, you might be
surprised to hear,

is a pretty busy day for

misdemeanor infractions
in Eden Valley,

mostly surrounding
too much eggnog

and a Class C motor vehicle.

Is she kidding?

She likes to think
she's a smart one.

Anyhoo, given
the preciousness of time,

I'd like to talk to
the suspect, Nikki Swango,

preferably right now.

I just talked to her.

Which, I'm sure,
was enlightening for her,

but without all
the proper nuance.

See, I got a paper grid
that lays out

all the inter-related parties

delineating their personal

and professional relationship
to the murders.

It's a substantial document.

"Murders," plural?

-No.
-Yes, sir. Three so far.

The first victim being
Ennis Stussy of Eden Valley,

which, again, is my purview.

Ennis, a green grocer,

was suffocated
by Maurice LeFay,

a, last I checked,
resident of St. Cloud

and repeat offender
who was on probation

under the supervision
of Ray Stussy,

our current victim.

Maurice LeFay,
in case you were wondering,

also died under
mysterious circumstances,

making him
victim number three.

Allegedly.

And at the heart of the case

is what we believe
to be a rivalry

between Ray Stussy
and his brother, Emmit,

the parking lot king
of Minnesota.

I know who Emmit Stussy is.

Then you can understand
how a rich man like that,

pillar of the community,

might be targeted
by his younger,

less successful brother.

A brother with
possibly shaky morals

and access to
wily criminal elements.

Unfortunately, Ray's plan,

as far as I can tell,
went off the rails,

resulting in the death
of my random Stussy

and the reason
I'm sitting here today.

Only an intellectual could
believe something so stupid.

Well, sirs, as you'll see
if you try working the angles,

the alternatives
make even less sense.

Especially given
the new victim...

Uh...

Get back to
traffic enforcement.

Yes, sir.

And you, I got
no jurisdiction over you,

but this is St. Cloud Metro's
case now.

So, if we need you
or your grid,

we'll give you a holler.

-Sir...
-MOE: You're dismissed.

Wait for me outside.

Guess that's it then.

We need to find Emmit.
Try his office or at home.

Tell him Ray died
under suspicious circumstance,

gauge his reaction.

Are you sure? That's...

I'm gonna
brace the girlfriend,

try to get some answers. Go.

Either you're on vacation
till the handover,

take some time to grieve,
be with your family,

merry Christmas, all that,

or start looking
for another job.

Happy holidays, sir.

That's what I thought.

Whoo! I tell ya,
they got me running

six different
directions today.

-How you doing?
-Form.

Yeah, I'm supposed to talk
to Swango, looks like, Nikki.

Form.

I don't...

Nobody told me I needed a...

Is that an (CLEARS THROAT)
interview request form, or...

It's the blue one.

See the shift sergeant.
One floor up.

You know, is there any way?

I was supposed
to be out of here an hour ago,

Christmas Eve and all that.
My boy at home. He's 12.

I think I got a picture
here somewhere.

One flight up, you said?
All right.

-(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
-Nope.

(SCOFFS) Nope.

Oh, maybe.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, right, Donny,
like you got a chance there.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yeah, Eden Valley Police.
What can I...

Oh, yeah? Jeez.

Did they take anything,

or you just think
it's vandalism?

Okay, hang tight.
There in a jiff.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Ah, God dang it!

Firing on all cylinders today,
Mashman.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Hello?

Uh, sir? You're not
supposed to be in here.

Shh.

Uh, you can't be in here, sir.
Library is closed. (CHUCKLES)

You're here.

Well, sir,
I work here, so that's...

I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave.

Sir?

You're gonna have to leave.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

I just did.

What?

You asked, then I left.

I'm not here.

Well, that's... I see you.

You think you see me.

But your eyes are lying.

That's...

Sir, in another three minutes,
we're gonna have a real...

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

You should think of
what you're doing.

Man, alone,
in a room full of books,

talking to himself.

In my country
we call such people bezumets.

Or maybe you think
I'm your conscience.

How's that story,
the Ghost of Christmas Past?

I...

You came back for a reason,
I'm thinking.

The gun.

It's there on the counter.

Pick it up, your gun.

Now go.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(SY LAUGHING)

You don't seem like a guy
who's ready to retire.

Well, you know,
Sy thinks it's time.

(LAUGHS) That's funny.
He said that you...

We're both ready.
We agreed this was

the way to...
Quit while we're ahead.

What's the saying?

"If you love something,
let it go."

"If it comes back,
it's yours."

EMMIT: "If it doesn't,
hunt it down and kill it."

Is the version I heard.

(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)

You can see why
I'm usually the negotiator.

There's something...
You've got a...

Oh.

That's just... Must be some
red wine from lunch.

Mmm.

Any more questions
on the business? Projections?

No, it was real thorough,
your presentation.

My front office guy
took a look at your numbers

and he said
your books really sing.

Mmm. Well then,
I say we call it a night.

And I'll get our attorney
started on the paperwork.

Sy said your husband died.

SY: That's not...
We don't need to...

That's okay. No.

My Tovaldt, it'll be a year
in May, he passed.

-Do you have a... Oh.
-EMMIT: Stella.

Twenty-five years.
She left last week. Sex tape.

-(SY CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
-Not a real one, of course.

I mean,
it was a real sex tape,

just not my, you know...

Forgery, to the end of
securing a payout which...

You know,
that's the price of it,

I guess, being rich.

-I don't know.
-Enemies, I'm saying.

Not at first.
First come the well-wishers

with their fake smiles.

Then the richer you get,

here come the deadbeats
with their hands out...

You know,
it's getting pretty late.

And then the jackals,
laughing in the dark,

trying to pick
the meat off your bones.

Check, please!

Money is a blessing
and a curse.

No, don't blame money.
It's people.

Mmm.

Sore losers making up stories
how we're villains,

the dreamers,
the hard workers,

in the office before dawn,
toiling, saving,

like Ebenezer Scrooge
and the like.

Have you heard
of the vile maxim?

No.

"All for ourselves
and nothing for other people

"is the vile maxim
of the masters of mankind."

You think a rich man
wrote that?

No, it was the others.

The grubby hands
outside the glass,

trying to get in,

putting their
filthy peckers...

What the Christ?

This is bordering
on harassment now.

What's happening?

Uh, nothing.
Just a misunderstanding.

Excuse me for a moment.

(LOW-FREQUENCY HUMMING)

(MUFFLED) You remind me
a little of my husband.

You two would've
gotten along really well.

Sir.

It's Ray.

-Mr. Stussy, your brother...
-(HUMMING STOPS)

I've been here since 6:00.

Huh?

Just been sitting here
all night, gabbing.

Sy'll tell you. Business.

Or more social I guess,
I had a few drinks.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry to say

your brother, I'm afraid,
he's deceased.

We found his body
earlier this evening.

Raymond.

Yes, sir,
I'm sorry for your loss.

It's that girlfriend,
the criminal.

You should bring her in,
put the cuffs on.

If anyone had motive...

Motive for what, sir?
I never said...

We're upset.
Alcohol's been shared...

I just meant if...

Are you saying
he had a heart attack?

Uh... No, sir,
we're thinking foul play.

See? I told you
that girl was no good.

Some kind of a black widow,
using my brother to get...

Sir...

(STAMMERS) We're upset.

It's big news.

A beloved brother
dying suddenly?

Any kind of statement
you need from us,

talk to Bruce Lipshitz at
Green, Greene and Gruene.

If you don't mind me asking,
Mr. Stussy,

when was the last time
that you saw your brother?

Like I said,
call Bruce Lipshitz...

We've been here all night.

Otherwise, thank you
for the information.

We're devastated, obviously.
He was a real saint, Ray.

Troubled, but, you know,
he meant well.

He was my brother.

I'm gonna take
my friend home now.

(SOFTLY) Yeah.

Yeah, that makes
a lot of sense.
He was acting...

Kind of weird.

-Excuse me, ma'am.
-Hold on.

Officer Winnie Lopez,
St. Cloud Metro.

I'm wondering if you
might have a minute

to answer a few questions.

I'll call Kitson
in the morning,

assuming you wanna bury Ray
in the family plot.

And I don't need
to know where you...

I'll talk to the widow,

circle back,
in case the cops wanna...

You got there at 6:00,
like you said.

You think this was him, Varga?

After what happened to Irv,

trying to get to you,
keep us from...

What's your angle here?

-My...
-Your angle.

You don't think
it's funny, the timing?

Ray coming to the party,
demanding money,

him and his girl,
with us in the black,

and how he gained access
to my safety deposit box?

-I don't...
-Not to mention

things you said to me.

Accusations, you might say,
about Ermentraub

and who it was
that urged caution

as opposed to rushing in.

Blaming me, in other words.

I was thinking,
maybe you and Ray...

What?

You and Ray.

Me and Ray?

Is that what he's telling you?
Varga?

-'Cause that's just crazy.
-Is it?

You really think I'm...

(LAUGHS)

In the face of all logic,
that somehow I decided, me,

the partner in a multi-million
dollar corporation,

that I decided to what,
turn on you?

Join forces
with your leptard brother

and his syphilitic floozy,

so I could turn
millions into thousands?

What's the math there?

I'm sorry. I just...

No. I know.

It's been a long...
The pressure I'm under...

Now this.

No, we both feel it.

Not knowing who to trust.

Me.

You can always trust me.

Which is why I'm more
convinced now than ever,

we gotta hit
the eject button here

on the whole...
Take the money and run.

The widow Goldfarb.

And I know you got
reservations about

selling and putting her
in harm's way,

a bystander,

but I really think this is...
What choice do we have?

We're fighting
for our lives here.

Meat from the bones.

You want me to call Stella?

I'm sure,
given the circumstances,

maybe this leads
to reconciliation.

No, I just want to
be alone right now.

Anything you need,
day or night...

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

How do you feel?

Free.

When I was a kid,

whenever I had a nightmare,

my mother would sit
at the foot of the bed

and say a little rhyme.

"There was a crooked man
and he walked a crooked mile

"and he found
a crooked sixpence

"besides a crooked stile,

"and he bought a crooked cat,
which caught a crooked mouse,

"and they all lived together
in a little crooked house."

There you are.

(CHUCKLES)
I was getting worried.

You just missed the girls.

They came by for
a surprise visit.

I said you had a dinner.

May be back by 8:00.

Anyhoo...

You just missed them.

Oh. But we made
butterscotch pudding.

(CHUCKLES)

I could fix you a bowl.

(GASPS SOFTLY)

Oh! For Pete's sake, hon,
what's wrong?

(CRYING)

The world.

The world is wrong.

(STAMMERS)
What are you saying? Huh?

It looks like my world,
but everything's different.

(BOTH CRYING)

Huh.

Oh. Uh... Hey there.
Merry Christmas to ya.

Um, I'm looking for
a blue form, I guess.

Yeah.

Uh...

Yeah, you're not St. Cloud.

No, that's...

I'm over at Eden Valley,

just in town
to interview a prisoner

and they told me that...

Yeah, blue forms
are for St. Cloud officers.

Inter-departmental requests,
that's a whole other... Yup.

You gotta get your
superior officer's

approval on this form

before I can give you
the blue one.

Well, since I'm Chief
of Eden Valley,

couldn't I just, I don't know,
approve myself?

You can't do that. That's...

Let me guess,
against regulations?

Darn right
it's against regulations.

You're gonna need to
get Chief Muderlack's

John Hancock on
one of these babies,

then I'll give you
the yellow one,

and then when that's filled,
you get the blue.

(SIGHS)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(LOCK CLICKS)

My lawyer here?

Turn around and put your hands
through the bars.

Why?

Gotta check your cell
for contraband.

How about I just
stand in the corner

and mind my own business?

How about you do
the electricity dance,

maybe wet your pants?

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

Ow!

Be a good girl now.

What's happening? Is that...

Easy, son.

Put the syringe down,
on the floor, slowly.

-He was doing something.
-Quiet.

On the floor.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

-Stand down, stand down!
-No! Wait!

Wait, there's an officer,
he just ran out.

I was...
Somebody go after him!

-Listen to me!
-God damn it!

No, wait.
There's something going on.

-The syringe...
-That's a murder weapon.

He was gonna kill me,
the officer.

-He cuffed me here...
-Shut up.

Jesus Christ.

How do I know
this ain't yours? Huh?

The tape. Check the tape.

Son of a bitch.
Who controls that, the camera?

There's a switch on the wall,
but I was here the whole time.

Maybe a hack.

What kind of hack?

A breach, I mean.
Outside agents.

Come on, it's a glitch.

Try watching a movie
at my house some time.

You got a bad cable,
the thing just won't play.

Sir, somebody
came for that girl.

A man in uniform.

Three murders in,
going for a fourth,

either one of your men
or an impersonator.

MOE: So,
it's a conspiracy now?

I'm not talking
about certainty.

I'm saying there's doubt.

Three bodies, all connected,

and now our chief suspect,
even while she's in custody,

has these
mysterious circumstances.

A syringe full of
who knows what.

How do we know
this is the end of it?

A spree.

The point is,
even if it's a coincidence,

shouldn't we talk to her?

Exhaust all possibilities?

Damn it.

(BEEPING)

-(LOCK CLICKS)
-(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, partner,
give us a minute?

I don't want you
cutting him open.

My Ray.

He doesn't deserve that.

MOE: It's a homicide.
We gotta do an autopsy by law.

Who was that fella,
the one with the syringe?

Nikki.

What?

We both know
he came here to kill you

for something you saw
or something you know.

That...
We don't both know that.

I'm sticking to
my mashed-potato theory

from earlier.

GLORIA:
I think your boyfriend hired
a con to rob his brother,

and things went
from bad to worse.

And then, I don't know,

maybe the brother
came back at him hard.

Maybe not the brother.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Meaning?

Follow the money.
That's all I'll say.

The money? What money?

Come on, it's Christmas Eve.

I got a boy at home
that can't sleep at night

'cause somebody
murdered his grandpa

and he's afraid they might be
coming for him next.

Follow the money.

MOE: You know what?
Your probation is revoked.

We're transferring you
to the state pen.

Protective custody.
You're welcome.

(CELL DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

You know,
forensics is doing a test
on the syringe.

You ask me to place a bet?

I think it takes a jury
10 minutes to convict you,

nutbag with a syringe
or no nutbag with a syringe.

-(BEEPING)
-(DOOR OPENS)

You like pie?

I'm gonna visit you
after the holiday,

bring you some pie.

Maybe we can talk about Ray.

What he liked, who he was.

NIKKI: Coconut.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

I like coconut cream pie.

With chocolate flakes on top.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

-(HORN BLARES)
-(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)