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Good, good.

Chin forward.

Good, good.

Sit back.

Beautiful.

Right, hold it, hold it.

Beautiful.

Okay, go to the other side.

Beautiful.

Perfect, perfect.

Hold that right there.

Good.

Forward a little bit more.

That's the shot.

That's the shot right there.

Good, good.

Good, good.

Beautiful, hold it.

Damn.

That's the shot right there.

Oh yeah.

Okay, okay.

Okay, more.

A little more.

Keep it coming.

Good, good.

Excellent.

How about your lips with that?

They're gonna love this. Good.

Okay, good.

Oh, nice, nice.

Good.

It's too hot.

Well, it wasn't for them anyway.

I think we need a break.

Baby, you know I have a deadline. I need to prep for another job.

You darling, cause me more trouble than...

you'll work.

Parsons here. Tell me what you have.

Okay. Give me directions.

Thanks.

Double murder late last.

Luke, double murder late last night.

The address is downtown in the warehouse district at 325 East Parker.

Take the Alameda exit west.

I'll meet you there in 30 to 35.

This is Carrie Sims.

She was the male victim's assistant.

She discovered the bodies when she came

by to borrow some camera gear.

The male victim is Jonathan Lawson.

He's a fashion photographer.

The second victim is a female model named Shani Quesada.

They were apparently working on a spread together last night.

Hello, Miss Sims.

I'm Detective Parsons.

My sympathy is it's not easy being

the first one on the scene.

Was it usual for Mr. Lawson to be shooting

so late into the evening?

No, but Shani was already booked for the day.

She was just working late as a favor.

He didn't want to book another model

because she was his favorite.

Are you normally present during shoots?

Yes, but I always worked with Shani alone.

I was off yesterday.

My partner, Detective Gage, and myself

will be conducting the investigation on this case.

We'll need to ask you further questions if you don't mind.

All routine.

Would you excuse us a few minutes?

We need to discuss a few things first.

Pretty lady.

That's unfair, Sarah.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Look, I just wanted to make sure that we could put our differences

aside for this case.

Yeah, I think the bigger question is, can you?

I can.

Great.

Then we have a deal.

Great.

Listen, I'm going to go find Reed and see what he has.

Why don't you finish up with Miss Simms?

Quite an attractive couple.

Good morning, Reed.

Yes, it is, Detective Parsons.

Every day I have work's a good day.

You never change.

So what do you have?

Nine millimeter.

Ballistics will have the report for me later today.

No weapon found.

Any narcotics involved?

Not at the eye, but I'll have the autopsy report for you

later as well.

Great.

Any signs of struggle or robbery?

No.

In fact, I don't think they're even aware of what hit them.

The killer caught them in flagrante delicto of making love.

Oh, really?

From a passion, perhaps.

Well, I can see why she was doing him a favor.

What?

Nothing.

I see Luke has some competition.

Actually, we just broke up.

Sorry.

It's OK.

I'm fine.

I don't want anyone to know yet, OK?

OK.

Well, I'm going to go see what else I can find.

Luke, can you come up here, please?

And bring Miss Simms.

Thanks.

Seems our victim was a modern Don Juan.

These are what I think they are, and I'd have to agree with that.

Miss Simms seems to recall many threats he

received from jealous husbands or boyfriends.

She even recalls a threat from the husband of the female victim.

Do we have a name?

Frank DeSoto. He owns the Z Club.

In a hip place downtown.

I heard that place is a front.

Among other things.

We should swing by there later.

I'm already on it. Opens at 11.30.

Miss Simms, can I have you identify someone for me, please, if you don't mind?

Can you tell me who that woman is?

Please turn it off.

Her name is Kim Bassett.

She is the wife of Jonathan's business partner, Cade Bassett.

Her and Jonathan had an affair about a year ago.

Well, it must have been quite a fling. He has a whole series of tapes on her.

Well, she lives in the apartment down the hall, number 102.

So she was here a lot.

Was Mr. Bassett aware his wife was sleeping with the victim?

I don't know. Maybe.

Cade is always out of town more than he is here.

Did you detect any tension between the male victim and Mr. Bassett?

No.

Do you know why their affair ended?

Yeah. Jonathan met Shani.

Well, I think we have enough to go on here.

Unless you have further questions, I think we should get on this.

I agree. Thank you very much for your time, Miss Simms.

Would you please escort this lady home?

We need to book this into evidence.

Do you think Miss Simms is a suspect?

It's possible.

She certainly seems to know a lot of intimate details about the victim,

like she was paying attention.

She might have a vested interest.

Well, it was convenient that she was off yesterday.

I'll keep an eye on her.

Good.

Then I'm gonna go find a box and let's get these tapes out of here.

We should split up.

Why don't you swing by the Z Club

and take a statement from Frank Cassatt,

and I'll go knock on number 102.

Sarah, I'd like to talk with you about what happened.

What's to talk about?

A lot.

It's over.

Let's just move on.

Sarah.

No, not now.

When?

After the case, but not now.

Okay, I'll meet you back at the station around 3.

Sure.

Must be a salesman. I'll be right back.

Mrs. Bassett?

Yes?

I'm Detective Parsons, Metro Police.

Sorry to disturb you. May I come in?

What's this concerning?

I'd rather not discuss this in the hallway.

Okay. Come in.

Would you like something to drink?

No, thank you.

Is Mr. Bassett at home?

No, he's not.

He's in New York till Tuesday.

What's this about?

This is regarding your neighbor, Jonathan Lawson.

He was murdered last night in his apartment

along with a young woman.

Jonathan?

Oh, my God.

Did you notice or hear anything unusual?

Nothing at all.

He's such a wonderful person who could have done this.

I need to ask you where you were last night.

I was here.

Alone?

No, with a friend.

Oh lovely, just what I needed.

Thank you.

Well done, yeah.

I was having a bath.

Shhh.

Does his friend have a name?

Yes, Tanya. I'll give you her number.

Thank you.

Apparently you spent a lot of time with Mr. Lawson.

Why, yes, I did.

And that ended when you met Shani Quesada?

No, it actually ended before then.

Jonathan kept me company because he knew how lonely I was.

But he didn't want to affect my marriage, so he cut it off.

We still remain friends. He's always been supportive and caring.

Was your husband aware of the affair?

No, he was too busy with work to notice anything I did.

I'll need a copy of his itinerary.

My husband wouldn't kill Jonathan, Detective Parsons, even if he knew.

Please, Mrs. Bassett.

Was he a suspect?

That's confidential.

However, verifying his whereabouts at the time

of the murders will eliminate that possibility.

I'll be a moment. I've got to find it.

I knew nothing good would come of Shiny hanging out with that son of a bitch.

I should have stopped her, sent her away, something.

I just thought it would blow over.

Shiny loved me, but she had a weakness for those artistic types.

I didn't mind if she played around a little.

It made her happy.

And when she was happy, she made me happy.

She was an amazing woman.

But you objected to Mr. Lawson.

Yeah, I know his type.

He was always in here recruiting the girls, always looking for the next best thing.

As beautiful as my wife was, it was only a matter of time before he moved on.

So you threatened him?

Yeah, but I didn't kill him.

Just didn't want him to hurt Shiny.

I understand.

Can you tell me where you were last night between 8 p.m. and 12 a.m.?

Yeah, right here, Detective.

Is there anyone that can verify that?

The whole night shift.

My night manager Juan gets on at 7.

Thank you, Mr. Quesada.

I'm sorry about your wife.

Thank you, Detective.

Me too.

One last question.

Do you own a weapon?

Yeah, a 9mm.

You never know in this business.

May I see it, please?

It was right here a few days ago.

Maybe I moved it.

You said you saw it a few days ago.

Yeah, I don't know where it is, Detective.

I don't know, maybe someone took it.

Everyone knows I don't lock my drawers in

case something goes down when I'm not around.

That's not very smart, Mr. Quesada.

I'm guessing that gun wasn't registered either.

I'd suggest you don't go out of town.

Probably gonna need to speak with you again.

You look a little peeved. What's up?

Well, I'm always peeved when I find out somebody

keeps a loaded 9mm in his unlocked desk,

tells the world about it, including the staff, and then it turns up missing.

– Casada? – Bingo.

– So what do you think? – It's hard to say. He's either an innocent or an idiot.

Hey, he's very up front about knowing about the affair,

about threatening the victim, about keeping a gun.

– What's his alibi? – He says he was at the club all night.

I'm gonna go back later and check with the manager.

Okay, so Kay Bassett checks out.

He was at the Four Seasons in New York last night,

charged his American Express at a restaurant a little after 10.30 p.m.,

and had breakfast at the Russian room this morning.

– And what about Mrs. Bassett? – At home with a friend all night,

who confirmed her story.

And she's pretty positive that Mr. Bassett wasn't aware of the affair.

And now for the more interesting catch.

We're not really sure who our male victim is.

So Jonathan Lawson's a fake name, and we effectively have a John Doe.

– Let's get Reid up here. – Already on the way?

And ordered prints.

The cause of death was simple. A single gunshot wound to the head.

No barbiturates or alcohol in either victim's system.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

He's quite a fine specimen.

I'll say.

Where do you think that came from?

Probably a knife wound.

Except for that, I'd say he's perfect.

Honey, I hope we're not losing you to a dead guy.

We should be moving on. We've all got a lot of work to do.

I'd like to get a short morning period, Miss Simms.

That's not fair.

I needed to do something not to think about what happened.

Obviously, I needed a new job now.

Don't you think it's odd that you got a job

in the club owned by Shanny Quesada's husband?

Not really. I worked here before I worked for Jonathan.

Were you one of Jonathan's recruits?

What?

Mr. Quesada said Jonathan was often in here getting his recruits.

If you are referring to whether or not

Jonathan and I had a love affair, answer is no.

We had a professional relationship.

So where were you last night?

I didn't kill Jonathan. He was my mentor.

Sure, I had a little thing for him, but who didn't?

He was wonderful.

So, where were you?

At home. Alone.

Do you have a key to his apartment?

Yes, but he always left it unlocked anyway.

Are we through now? I have to get back to work.

For now.

Hey, it's me.

Hi, just looking through Jonathan's papers.

No match of the prince yet, so I was hoping that I might

be able to find his real name somewhere in all of this.

Casada checkout?

Manager said Casada was upstairs the whole time and never saw him leave.

Back door?

Mm-hmm, bottom of the stairs.

Could have snuck out, so I'll be going over to have a chat with him soon.

You'll never guess who I saw there. Carrie Sims.

I saw she was returning to her old job. She met Jonathan there.

Interesting. What else did she say?

I pressed her to see if she had a fling with Jonathan.

She claims theirs was a purely professional relationship.

Sounds like a smart girl.

That comment was obviously in reference to me.

No, Luke, it had nothing to do with you. Just an opinion.

Bullshit.

I knew it was just a matter of time before you brought up my professionalism.

Well, when you sleep with a key witness, people generally will question that.

We should talk about this now, not after the case, Sarah.

Look, I'm sorry. I made a mistake.

I don't want to lose you over this. I'm coming over.

No, you're not.

And I want you to know that I'm putting in for a transfer after this case.

I'm on my way.

Actually, it was probably just about to get to a good part.

I'm Detective, uh, Sarah Parsons.

Homicide?

Okay, that answers the first question.

I'm here investigating, um, your death, actually.

So this is how you investigate my apparent death?

I needed to find out what your name was and just happened

to find the tape and thought I could find something on it.

Cute. Really cute. And you're good. Very believable.

Okay, lady, who are you really?

Are you Jonathan Lawson?

Yes, obviously, alive and breathing.

I don't know how to say this, Mr. Lawson, but are you or do you have a twin?

Yes, why?

A body that looks like yours, along with a body of a woman named

Shani Qasadi, was found shot dead this morning in this apartment.

Christ. Where's my phone?

Dr. Ross, please. It's Jonathan Lawson.

Thank you.

Dr. Ross.

No, I haven't had a chance to check my voicemail. I've been busy. I...

He's escaped?

My God.

When did this happen?

I understand, Dr. Ross.

Actually, he has been located.

He was found shot dead in my apartment this morning.

No, I don't know anything yet.

I understand, Dr. Ross. I...

Thank you.

I will.

Good night, Dr. Ross.

I'm sorry.

What happened?

I don't know about you, Mr. Lawson, but I could use a drink first.

I'll join you.

And that's all I can tell you for now. That's all we know.

Thank you.

We weren't even aware that you had a twin,

as we're still waiting for the match to the body's prince

to find out what your real name was, and then pull a search from there.

My legal name's Bradford, the name of my foster parents.

But Lawson's my real name. I use it professionally.

And your brother's name?

It was Justin.

Are you okay to continue?

We can do this at the station tomorrow.

I would prefer that.

I'd like some rest right now.

Okay. 9 a.m.?

I'll call for surveillance. I can have a team here in 30 minutes.

Surveillance? What for?

Until the killer is in custody, you should be under protection.

It's very likely that you were the target.

If the killer realizes he made a mistake, he'll be back.

Right.

But I'd prefer if you stayed instead. I feel comfortable with you.

Okay, well, get me a few blankets then and I'll be in the white Pontiac.

I meant to stay here.

I'll be fine in my car, Mr. Lawson.

Jonathan.

To be honest, I'd prefer not to be alone right now.

You won't be. I'll be parked right out front.

Detective, I don't bite.

I know that, Jonathan.

It's against regulations. It's the best I can do.

Okay.

I'm gonna grab those blankets.

Luke, it's Sarah. You wouldn't believe it, but Jonathan Lawson is alive.

I just met him. The victim was his brother.

I'm exhausted, so let's talk in the morning.

Meet me at the squad room at 9am.

Thank you for staying, Detective.

I really need a friend right now, and somehow I feel you understand.

You're welcome, Sarah.

Here's my numbers. If you need anything, I'll be here in a flash.

Oh, and get some rest. I'll be knocking on your door at 7.30.

Thanks. Good night, Sarah.

Morning. I've come to pump a shower off you, if you don't mind.

You can have a shower, detective. And breakfast.

Wow. A mannequin cook?

Do I detect a certain skepticism aimed at the male population?

No, it's just that I've never had a mannequin cook breakfast before.

I find that hard to believe.

Come on, let's chow down. You can use the bathroom. Down the hall, left-hand side.

Thanks.

Jonathan, this is my partner, Detective Luke Gage.

Morning, Detective.

Mr. Lawson.

Actually, what is your real name?

Lawson, but it's legally Bradford.

Called it in already.

Excuse us a moment, Mr. Lawson.

My partner and I need to discuss a few things first.

Sorry, Jonathan.

Why don't you take a seat?

We'll be right back.

Where were you last night?

I went to Jonathan's to see if we missed anything.

After I told you I was coming over to your place?

Uh-huh. You know I didn't want to talk to you. You were out of line to come over.

Fine, but that doesn't explain where you were. I was at your house until 8 a.m.

I stayed at Jonathan's. Since the killer is still out

there, I figured he deserved at least a little protection.

We have teams for that, Sarah.

Yeah, I know. He requested I stay.

I stayed in my car. Don't dare question my professionalism, Luke.

Besides, I knew you were going to be at my place.

You're being awfully familiar with him, aren't you?

Since when do you call anyone by their first name?

Another request.

Sarah, are we done here? Because we have a lot to catch up on.

Don't rule out that Jonathan is a possible suspect. I'm going to go get him.

By the way, leave the keys to my apartment on my desk.

Where were you the night of the murders?

In the desert, waiting for Shawnee to show up.

We were supposed to shoot a spread.

A night shoot in the desert?

Doesn't that seem a little odd, Mr. Lawson?

Perhaps to you, Detective.

We were originally scheduled to shoot at my studio.

But my client decided that, last minute, he wanted an outdoor location.

Which was the desert at night.

Yes, at night.

It's not an original idea, Detective,

but I happen to be the best in the business at it.

When did you leave for the desert?

I talked to the client around 6 p.m.

and left around 7 to go set up.

But then why did Shawnee go to your studio?

I don't know.

Didn't you find it odd that Shawnee didn't show up then?

No.

Shawnee was very temperamental, and she'd blown off shoots before.

Why didn't you go back that night, then?

Have you ever been to the desert, Detective?

I'm asking the questions here.

Right.

It's beautiful.

So I decided to stay a while and enjoy it.

We need to verify where you stayed.

In my tent.

What?

I planned to stay the night, so I took my camping gear with me.

Still in the back of my Jeep, if you want to check.

Do you own a gun, Jonathan?

No.

Do you have any idea who would have wanted to kill you or your brother?

I can't imagine anyone wanting to kill Justin.

I'm sure the killer was after me.

I work with a lot of beautiful women.

Beautiful women often have jealous husbands or boyfriends.

Parsons here.

Great. Thanks, Reed.

Detective Gage is going to need the name and number of your client,

so he can verify your information.

Reed is back. I'm going to take Jonathan over to view his brother's body,

and then I'll be back in, say, an hour.

We have an appointment with a Dr. Ross at 1 p.m.

Who's Dr. Ross?

I'll fill you in when I get back.

Doesn't seem possible that he's dead.

I'm sorry, Jonathan.

If it's any consolation, Reed said his death was quick and painless.

Thank you.

I just feel like it's my fault, like it should be me lying there.

Jonathan, it wasn't your fault.

Perhaps. I don't know anymore.

I think I'd like to go home, be alone for a while.

I'll call for a squad car to take you home,

and then I'll check up on you later today.

Thank you, Sarah. I appreciate all your help.

Thank you.

So, did you find out anything?

His background checked out. He was orphaned at five.

He and his brother grew up in the foster home of Frank and Tina Bradford.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Then at 18,

Justin Lawson is institutionalized in the Shady Lane Hospital.

I'm guessing that's where Dr. Ross is.

Anything on the client?

No, I couldn't reach him. I did leave a message.

I also sent a car to check out Jonathan's camping gear story.

And? Checked out.

Everything was covered with sand.

He's either where he said he was, or he's a very smart man.

Well, we should get going.

Can you tell us why Justin was in here?

He was committed for a murder attempt

on his brother Jonathan, and after a suicide attempt.

Interesting.

What was the reason?

According to their foster parents, Mr. and Mrs.

Bradford, the boys were very close in their youth,

as is the case with most identical twins.

But in high school, Justin began

to show signs of resentment and anger toward Jonathan.

Why is that?

Classic sibling rivalry.

Justin began to feel that he was living in his brother's

more outgoing shadow.

It's common in twins.

If one perceives that one is more talented or more accepted.

That doesn't sound much different

than normal sibling rivalry.

You are correct, except in the case of twins.

The constant comparisons that they receive from their peers

can be overwhelming, and they begin

to feel like they're in a cage.

Justin was unable to bear it, and turned to drugs and alcohol.

And then he started to act out toward Jonathan.

Acting out in what way?

Episodes of violence.

When the boys were 18, Justin felt his girlfriend

had taken interest in Jonathan.

He went crazy, and he tried to kill Jonathan.

When he failed, he tried to kill himself.

But Jonathan prevented this.

So the state had him committed.

Yes, and he turned psychotic.

The state felt this was the best way

to keep him out of society.

Can you tell us how he escaped?

That is still a mystery to me, detectives.

We have tight security here, and his door was locked, per usual.

He was missing.

Can we see his files?

Yes, it will take us a few days to locate the files.

Most of them are in storage.

Here's where they can be sent, please.

Call us if you think of anything else.

Excuse me, Dr. Ross.

Parsons here.

OK, we'll be right there.

There's been another murder at Jonathan's building.

Welcome to the party, guys.

Reed, you're terrible.

I swear you revel in this stuff.

Somebody has to.

I'm guessing this is a murder weapon.

We'll see.

I'll let you know if it matches by morning.

Thanks.

Anything you can tell us?

Yeah, it seems Jonathan Lawson and the officer stationed outside

were the ones that found her when her shot was heard.

I don't know the details yet.

We'll need to talk to him.

So, what do you think happened here?

Well, it looks like delayed murder-suicide.

I found these photos right beside the body.

Looks like somebody had a little jealousy.

That doesn't seem right.

I got the impression that Mrs. Bassett had a lot of respect for Jonathan,

not jealousy.

She could have been a great actress.

No, I would have picked up on that.

Well, if I find anything suspicious, I'll let you know immediately.

Thanks.

Reed, was there anything else that would have indicated

suicide?

Pills? A note?

Not so far.

Okay.

Why don't you find out what you can from the officer on duty

and then find out where Mr. Bassett is.

If I remember correctly, he's flying in today.

All right.

And I am to find out what Jonathan did.

Fine, I'll come with you.

No.

I'm not interested in the macho pissing contest between you two.

I'd go a lot smoother on my own.

Fine.

I feel like nothing makes sense anymore.

We were close friends.

It doesn't seem possible she could have done this.

Well, we aren't positive it's Mrs. Bassett.

The investigation is still open.

Can you tell me what happened?

I was sleeping when I heard a shot.

I wasn't sure where it came from.

So I yelled out to the police officer out front,

and we banged on it, trying to get a response.

And when we didn't get one, we kicked it down and found her.

That must have been awful.

To know that she took lives and then took her own because of me,

yeah, it was awful.

Jonathan, you can't blame yourself.

Things happen where you have no control.

I know.

Just doesn't make it any easier.

Anything I can do to help?

No, thanks.

OK.

Well, let me leave you alone, then.

Please don't.

Yes, G-A-G-E. Please have Mr. Bassett call me as soon

as he gets back into the office.

Either number.

It's extremely important.

Thank you.

Is this a surprise? What are you doing here?

I brought Jonathan's key by.

I wasn't sure who else to bring it to.

You don't know, do you?

Know what?

Jonathan's alive. It was his twin that was murdered.

Oh, my God. I totally forgot about his twin.

He mentioned it to me a long time ago.

But he's alive?

You may as well hang on to your key.

Detective Gage, do you know where he is right now?

His apartment?

I should probably get over there.

He doesn't have a lot of friends he can talk to.

Would you call me a cab, please? My car's in the shop.

Certainly. You're probably right. Jonathan does need a friend.

I'll give you a ride over there. I need to pick up Detective Parsons anyway.

Thanks.

Gee, I hope you're not so bad after all.

This is where I used to come to get away, to relax.

It's beautiful.

Yeah, it is.

Hey, I thought we were here to take pictures

of nature so you get your mind off things.

We are, Sarah.

I just wanted to get a few of you, too.

Come on. Let's go over there.

This is where my brother and I used to come as kids.

This is where we started to learn all about photography.

Oh, Justin did photography as well?

Yeah.

Yeah, we had pretty much the exact same interests and hobbies.

Must have been fascinating growing up with a twin.

Yes and no.

I mean, you always have a friend, but you're never an individual.

Jonathan!

Jonathan? Jonathan?

Jonathan?

Well, I guess they left.

I guess.

Why don't you call Detective Parsons and we'll just go meet up with them?

No, it's fine. Let's go.

Okay.

Wait. Let me leave a note.

Hey, could you drop me off, Detective? I live close by.

Sure.

You can stay over at my place if you want. I'll make something to eat. I'm starving.

That sounds great.

So what about you? Any hobbies?

My mom tried to force me to take piano lessons, but I fought that all the way.

I said I'd spend as much time as I possibly could with a track and field team.

Running, high jump, long jump, whatever.

With long legs like that, that doesn't surprise me.

Thanks.

So, the tomboy grew up to become a police officer.

Yep.

Now, would the officer please stand still?

Jonathan, what are you doing?

Sarah, you're a beautiful woman. Come on.

You have such a feminine essence.

Let it out.

Let it out.

Let's go.

Mmm, you're right.

Burger and fries does hit the spot.

One of my favorites.

So, are you and Detective Parsons an item?

Mmm, that's complicated.

Yeah, I gathered that.

Come on, couldn't you tell?

Well, you get pretty good at picking up

those kinds of things when you're a waitress.

Being a good judge of character and situation

is actually an important part of the job.

You know, I hadn't thought about that.

Look, don't worry. Everything will be fine.

Jonathan will call as soon as he gets my note.

I don't think so.

He does love women, Detective, but he's not a predator.

Yeah, that's what I think he is. I better give her a call.

Suit yourself.

Come on, Sarah, you'll be great.

I'll be waiting.

Wow, I must have got up.

Don't try to change the subject.

Okay, I'll give you my answer when I get back.

Okay.

Bath on her?

Uh, yeah. Mine.

I just let it ring, though.

I have more important things to do, I think.

Great. You are gonna love these, I promise.

Now, let's get you into something that will accentuate who you are.

She always leaves her cell phone on.

Batteries die. It could be a zillion things.

You just need to relax a little.

You know, you seem like a really nice guy.

You just need to learn how to chill out.

Sounds good.

And enjoy.

Miss Simms, I don't think...

Just enjoy it.

I won't tell anyone if you don't.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Just like that, Sarah.

Just like that.

Now, relax into yourself a little more.

Let your face soften.

Nice.

Okay, turn your head a little to the right.

Eyes strong back to me, lips apart.

Now let the robe open a bit.

More.

Trust me.

Let your inhibitions go, let your sensuality take over.

Sarah, you're a beautiful woman.

Amazing.

Good.

Oh, feel it.

Oh, excellent, excellent.

Come over to me a little bit.

Good girl.

I've always wanted to sleep with a cop before.

Shit.

You just reminded me I'm like on duty.

What?

I gotta go find Sarah.

This, look, you were incredible.

I gotta go.

I want to tape you.

Shh.

I want you to see how sensual you are.

The tape will be yours and you can destroy it.

Okay.

Guess not. No tapes.

Oh, we've taken all your tapes and booked them into evidence, I'm afraid.

Wait a minute.

Here's one.

Come on, Sarah, pick up.

Morning, Luke.

Sarah, were you able to locate Mr. Bassett?

He's coming in for a viewing at 11.

So where were you last night, Sarah?

I don't think you have the right to ask me that anymore.

Maybe not as your boyfriend, but I

certainly do as your partner.

OK, fine.

I just need to shower first, and then we'll talk after.

Do it again.

Okay, Luke, let's talk.

Take your tape to the lab. You won't believe what was on it.

Shit.

My condolences, Mr. Bassett.

Detective Gage said there was a possibility this might have been a murder-suicide.

That's still under investigation.

Well, I find that impossible to believe.

The wound appears to be self-inflicted, Mr. Bassett.

I found gunpowder residue on her left hand.

You said left hand?

Yes.

My wife was right-handed.

Could she have been ambidextrous?

Not at all.

Furthermore, there was no reason for Kim to kill Jonathan.

Kim was about to leave me for her lover, a young woman named Tanya.

And I gave her my blessing.

The second it becomes clear, call me.

Thanks.

Kim didn't kill herself.

She may have been interested in Jonathan at

one time, but apparently she switched teams.

So, no motive.

We'll see the killer soon enough, anyway.

There was something at the end of your tape.

It had been magnetically erased, but the technicians were working on it.

Hey, I started it past your part. They didn't see it.

I'm so sorry, Luke.

I don't know what I was thinking. I just let it happen.

I can guess.

You were probably reacting to what I did.

Now isn't the time to talk about it.

I need to get to the computer lab and put some pressure on those guys.

Good idea.

And I think I'm going to go find out where that tape came from.

Keep your cell on.

Promise.

She's back for more.

Hey, these are for you. I'm so glad you're alive.

Thank you.

What's the matter? You look like you didn't know who I was for a second.

No, no, no, no. Just really shell-shocked, I guess. Let's put these in water.

You must be shell-shocked. How could you forget where

the vases are? You're pulling them out constantly.

Just tired, I guess.

Here. Your favorite.

Thanks.

So, how are you really feeling?

Pretty good, considering.

I'm so sorry, Jonathan.

It's over.

Wait, what are you doing?

You're so damn adamant about cutting those first two

inches off of the stems before they go in the water.

So they last longer.

Right.

Really tired, I guess.

What happened to that nasty scar on your arm?

There. Isolate the face area.

Enhance.

Let me see who this guy is.

Jonathan, it's Sarah.

Hey, be right there.

Sorry, I was in the bathroom. Come in.

Jonathan.

I need to ask something.

Sure.

Where did you find the tape that we recorded on last night?

Remember? It was on top of the TV and it slid back.

Yeah, I remember that, but I thought we'd booked everything into evidence.

Maybe you missed one. I don't know. Why?

It had some interesting footage at the end of it.

Really? What?

Justin and Shawnee's murder.

I couldn't make out the killer as the tape's been erased, but...

I was working on it.

Excuse me a sec.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Dr. Ross.

I just wanted to let you know that I haven't

been able to locate Justin's files yet.

They appear to be missing or misplaced.

I do have a copy of his physical exam.

That was in another file.

Okay. Anything remarkable in that?

Let me look.

I do recall he was very fit.

Oh, yes. I remember that.

Uh, what, doctor?

The only difference between the brothers you

see is when Jonathan tried to kill his brother,

he stabbed him in the right forearm, leaving a large scar.

Thank you, Dr. Ross.

I wouldn't do that.

Hand it over.

Leave it!

Justin, calm down.

Calm down? Christ, it was the perfect plan!

I deserve to have that bastard's life after what he did to me.

Always getting what I wanted, leaving me in that place to rot.

If it wasn't for Casetta, I'd still be in there.

Frank Casetta?

Yes, sweetheart.

That's the part of the plan you didn't figure out.

You see, Frank broke me out of the institution

so I could take over Jonathan's stellar life.

All I had to do was kill him and Frank's wife.

Justin, what's so funny?

What's so funny, bitch?

I couldn't even bring myself to kill him. I couldn't do it.

So Frank did it anyway.

I need backup at 325 East Parker.

Possible 2-11 suspect. Officer in danger.

Justin, if you're innocent, I can help you.

That's a lie.

You'll just have them send me back.

No, Justin. There are alternatives.

I can talk to the DA. Maybe we can work out a deal.

Just like the last time. Yeah, well, last time my deal sucked!

I'm not going back to that hellhole.

You don't have to, Justin. Just work with me.

Come on, up the stairs.

Move, bitch!

Move!

Ah, shit! This way!

You're gonna get really bad if you don't stop.

Yeah, well, things are gonna get really bad if you don't...

Shut up!

All right.

Let's make a trade, detective.

What kind of trade?

I don't want to go back to Shady Lane,

and I want to guarantee that's not gonna happen.

Otherwise, I'm gonna just kill your partner.

Depends on a lot of things, Justin.

I don't care what it depends on!

Whoa, stop! That's far enough.

All right. I'll stop right here.

You ready to trade or not?

Trade.

Amazing, isn't it?

Nice.

That's all we need.

Good work.

Let's put it on an APB.

Hi, this is Detective Parsons. Can I put out an APB on Frank Cassata?

Thanks. Let us know what he's brought in.

Sarah, I...

Luke.

I wanted to thank you for saving my life.

I can never thank you enough.

Yes, actually, you can.

Stay.

Sarah, we got a lot to overcome, but...

the most important thing is that you stay.