05x02 - The Lonely Hunter

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( Panting softly )

( Glass shatters )

No... god, please...

( Sobbing )

No.

( Panting )

( Panting )

Why?

Why?

( Bloodcurdling screaming )

Hay, Una Pobrecita.

She was so beautiful.

Not like in the
pictures, you know.

And she was sweet,

but sad at the same
time, you know?

Mal de Corazon.

You said you heard her fighting
with someone last night.

Was it a man?

Yes, yes.

It was : at night--
quiet time.

I mind my own business.

In my room,
I watch the TV

and she's yelling
and yelling

and he wants her
to be quiet.

I almost go
and say something,

but he walk out,
and drove away.

Uh-huh.

Can you describe this guy
for us?

Yes, he's tall,
dark-haired,

handsome man....

There he is.

Policeman:
Hold on.

Let him in.

Thanks, Elena,
we'll be in touch.

Okay.

Thank you.

What happened here?

Who are you?

Sergeant Lance
Sergeant Lorenzo, homicide.

You are...?

I'm Paul Clifton.

Your name's
on these photographs.

Yeah, that's right,
I took them.

And what is your relationship
to Traci winter, please?

She...

She was my model,
my wife...

Your wife?

Clifton:
Was.

We're divorced.

May I?

Yeah, yeah, go ahead.

( Sighs )

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

The manager said
you were here last night.

Yeah, we had dinner,
talked a little business.

Must have been
a hell of a talk.

Manager heard it
across the courtyard
over her TV set.

Elena would sleep with an alien

if she thought it would get her
on Oprah.

It was
no fight.

Traci and I had an argument,
it's nothing more.

No, I'd say
there is more.

Your ex-wife was
m*rder*d last night.

You were the last person
to see her alive.

You know,
for someone so beautiful

and so smart

Traci was really insecure.

I mean, she...
Wanted everyone to love her.

Never learned to say no--
that was my job.

Uh-huh. What did you say
no to last night?

Susan strong is Traci's agent.

Susan and I never
really got along

so I was trying
to talk her into leaving Susan

and signing
with a friend of mine.

His name's Eddie quirk.

What was the problem
with that?

Well, Susan's not a woman
you want to cross.

What did you do after
you left here last night?

Out with Eddie, went to one
of those after-hours clubs

to hear a new band of his.

Woman:
Let me through.

Take your hands
off of me, you morons.

I'm Lauren
Richards.

She's my friend.

Let her
through.

You're wanted
on the set.

What's he doing here?

Look, Lauren, for Traci's sake,

why don't you try to get a grip?

Traci called me at Susan
strong's house last night.

She'd been crying after
a big fight with Paul.

He never
could accept

that it
was over.

Do I have to listen to this?

Uh, why don't we
take this over here.

Did Traci have any enemies,

anyone who might have had
a motive for k*lling her?

No, everyone loved Traci.

I mean, there was a problem
some time back

with one of those celebrity
stalker types,

but in Traci's line of work,

it's just an
occupational hazard.

Yeah, I remember that.

That got a lot of publicity.

Yeah, right.

It got to where
she couldn't even go for a jog

without a herd of reporters
following her around.

You remember the guy's name?

You don't forget
something like that.

Wicker. Peter Raymond wicker.

Any problems since then?

She wasn't sure.

She said she thought
she might've seen him

a couple of weeks ago.

Okay, well, uh,

we may need you to come down
and make a statement.

Anything.

Anything at all.

Thanks.

Photographer:
... Down, tip the glasses.

Nice.

Okay, ladies, in...

Great. Beautiful!

I mean beautiful.

Let's swing it around a bit...

Nice.

Okay?

Great. Oh!

Over here?

Beautiful.

I don't care how tasteful
Bob says it's going to look,

Lauren Richards
does not do peek.

More glycerin on the girls.

Definitely not for grand.

before I even mention it.

You Susan strong?

I am, and you're cops.

Next.

We're investigating
the m*rder of Traci winter.

I didn't think
you were here

for modeling jobs,
although...

Lauren Richards says

that she was
with you last night

when Traci called.

She spent the night
at my house.

Lisa, more fire,
you look like a lox.

And Kirsten?

One more chocolate sundae

and you'll be back
serving them.

Let's just get
to the point, okay?

You're looking
for Traci's k*ller, right?

I'll tell you right now--
Paul Clifton did it.

Yeah, what makes
you so sure?

He had that girl so screwed up,

she couldn't make a move
without him.

Traci was in a panic last night.

Paul left, he was drunk,

and according to Traci,
he was on a rampage.

He even threatened her.

He said, "if I can't have her,

I will make sure
no one else can."

You do the math.

Man:
Lady, you've really
done it now.

Is this how you
punish your clients?

You knew Traci was
going to drop you,

so you dropped
her instead.

That's stupid,
even for you, Eddie.

Eddie:
If I find out you had
anything to do with this,

I swear, I'll k*ll you.

Say hello to palm
beach homicide.

Eddie, how you doing?

I-I meant that, uh,
figuratively, of course.

Right.

Get rid of him.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Thanks.

Thanks, guys,
you do wonderful work.

Eddie, we'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.

I'm sorry-- I was
so bent over this,

I couldn't think straight.

Were you thinking
straight

when you accused
Susan strong of m*rder?

Susan is a vicious,
power-hungry,

black-hearted bitch.

And she would do anything

to keep her girls under control.

Isn't m*rder
the ultimate act of control?

She used almost
the exact same terms

to describe your friend
Paul Clifton.

Paul?

He loved Traci.

Susan hated him for years

because he kept sharks
like her

from eating Traci alive.

When did you say
Traci was k*lled?

Between :
and : .

Uh-oh, that lets Paul out.

He was with me
the whole time.

Quick with an alibi,
aren't you?

I'm just trying

to save you guys
some trouble.

We appreciate it.

( Sighs )

Okay, terrific.

No, thanks. Okay, bye.

Well, Paul Clifton
and Traci winter

were married
months,

divorced two years ago,
amicable, uncontested,

with a two-way
prenuptial agreement.

Your turn.

While she was married to Paul,

Traci filed
three stalking complaints

against a Peter wicker.

No criminal
charges,

but she managed to get
a restraining order

against this guy.

That whole thing was very weird.

I never even heard of her

till she did
that tabloid circuit thing,

then all of a sudden,
it was Traci,

Traci, Traci.

Chalk another one up
to minutes of fame.

Yeah.

( Phone rings )

Yeah, Sergeant Lance.

Yes, what can I do for you,
Mr. Clifton?

Okay.

And what time?

All right.

Okay, I'll see you then.

Paul Clifton wants to talk.

What time's he coming in?

He wants to meet at his house.

What time is he expecting us?

Not us, me.

He specifically said
he doesn't want you there.

Guess you make
him nervous.

My irresistible charm.

I don't like this, Sam.

Who's going to play bad cop?

( In deep voice ):
Well, I guess it is my turn.

See you later, okay?

( Knocking at door )

Glad you could
make it.

It's part of the job,
Mr. Clifton.

It's Paul.
Come on in.

Thank you.

It's a beautiful house.

Thanks. Traci did
the decorating.

You getting ready
to have lunch?

Yeah.

With you.

Look, I'm a cop.

You called me here to talk--

I assumed it was about the case.

And we will talk.

Right after lunch.

This is a bad idea.

Now how can you
look this lasagna in the face

and say it's a bad idea?

Besides,

no food, no talk.

( Soft music playing )

That's quite a view.

Mmm, that's what
sold us on the house.

Funny, I hardly
notice it anymore.

House is not the same
since Traci and I broke up.

The, um, divorce decree

cited irreconcilable
differences.

Had to say something,
right?

Listen, Rita, uh...

I know I'm a suspect
in Traci's m*rder.

And I also know

Susan strong had
some choice things
to say about me.

Who told you that?

It's a small business.

Fact is, Susan tried
to take advantage of Traci

and I wouldn't let her.

She hates me for that.

Enough to accuse you
of m*rder?

Oh, easily.

And that's half the reason
I asked you here today.

I wanted to look you
in the eye

and tell you straight out...

I didn't k*ll Traci.

What was the other half?

I wanted to have lunch
with you.

Come on, I want
to show you something.

I've seen these before.

Hmm.

Traci's apartment.

They were
her favorites.

Mine, too, I guess.

All except for this one.

Yeah, she's a beautiful girl.

Never more than
on that day.

You know, Rita,

um, I'm sorry, I have
this professional eye

that, uh, I can never
really get rid of,

and I can't
help but noticing

you have
a terrific face.

I'd really like

to photograph
you sometime.

Not if we photograph
you first.

Why did you and Traci
break up?

Well, in my work,

I'm surrounded
by beautiful girls.

Traci sometimes mistook
my professional attentions

for something more than that.

Oh, I could understand
how that might be a problem.

Girls come and go.

Actually, I'm much
more attracted to, uh... women.

( Shutter clicks )

Perfect.

What do you think you're doing?

Trick of the trade--
element of surprise.

Maybe I should warn you

cops don't like surprises.

For a minute there

I almost forgot you were a cop.

I think I should be going.

Well, thanks for lunch.

I guess if things don't
pan out as a photographer,

you could always
get a job as a cook.

I'll keep that in mind.

Thanks for coming, Rita.

Yeah, I'm glad I did.

I'll talk to you.

( Engine racing )

( Grunts )

( Tires squealing )

It was a burgundy Firebird,
possibly a ' .

I didn't get a
look at the driver

and I didn't get
license plate number.

Are you sure Paul Clifton
had nothing to do with this?

How could he?
I just left him
inside the house.

I'm not saying he was driving.
I'm just saying maybe
he set the whole thing up.

Okay. For what
possible reason?

To throw you off,
make you think he's not the guy.

You are such
a cop, Chris.

That's why
I get the big bucks.

I'll tell you
what I think.

We're looking for someone
who had an axe to grind

with both Traci and Paul.

Come on, Rita,
look at the evidence.

The guy had a stormy
relationship with his ex-wife.

They had a fight
just before the m*rder.

We got witnesses
that say he threatened her.

I think that adds up
pretty good.

It adds up to zero,
Paul has an alibi.

He and Traci were friends, they
had an argument about business.

And your so-called statements
come from witnesses

who are
admittedly hostile.

Why don't you look
past the obvious?

Mm. This guy must be
a smooth operator

to sell you
this bill of goods.
Please.

Why don't you think with your
brains instead of your hormones?

You're out of line, Chris!

Hey, both of you
in my office, now.

Okay, what's
the problem?

Nothing.
Nothing, nothing.

Oh, good.

For a second I thought I was
going to have to send you

to neutral corners.

Well, you can
send him to Timbuktu

for all I care.

Uh, uh, uh, come on, children.

Tell your uncle Harry
all about it.

Forget it.

Sam, I apologize.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

Isn't
that cute?

Now, don't we all
feel so much better?

Oh, Rita, here.

I almost forgot.

This was delivered
to you a while ago.

It's, uh,
from Paul Clifton.

Strange.

Why don't you open it, Rita?

Could have something
to do with the case.

"Thank you
for a wonderful time.

Love, Paul."

Okay, Rita, talk fast.

There's really
nothing to tell.

I-I went over to his house
to discuss the case,

and he fixed lunch and...

Wait, wait, hold on.

You had lunch with a suspect

and then you let him
take pictures of you?

Not pictures,
one picture.

And I...

I didn't
exactly let him...

You didn't
let him?

What happened, he tied you up--

no, no.
I don't want to know.

What I do
want to know is

have you lost all
your marbles here or what?

What the hell could
you have been thinking?

You want to compromise
this entire investigation?

What happens if the press
gets a hold of this?

( Phone rings )

Yeah, what?!

Yeah, he's right here, hold on.

It's Jimmy from the lab.

Yeah, Jimbo.

( Sighs )

No kidding?

All right.

When can you have
the report ready?

The sooner the better.

Report came back
from the lab.

They found blood other
than Traci winter's

on the m*rder w*apon.

Good. So we grab us a couple
of samples, we spin the wheels,

see if we can come up
with a winner.

In the meantime,
Sergeant Lance,

do you think you could
order your priorities

long enough
to be able to do your job?

Whatever you say, captain.

Thank you.

Rita, this is a surprise.

Yeah, so was this, Paul.

Can I come in, please?

I thought it was
a beautiful picture.

I wanted you to have it.

That is not the point, Paul.

Can we roll this scene
back a couple of frames?

To where you showed up and
I said, "Rita, what a surprise"?

Don't you see how this looks?

I am a cop working
on a m*rder investigation.

And now my partner
and my captain

are questioning my judgment
and my ability to do my job.

I mean, the way they see this

you are trying very hard to
compromise this investigation.

Look, Rita, I'm sorry, okay?

I didn't mean
to cause a problem.

This is the first time
I've ever been...

Attracted to a cop.

Under any other circumstances

I would be crazy not
to be interested in you.

It's just...

I need your help right now.

Anything, name it.

Well, when I was
leaving here yesterday,

a ' burgundy Firebird
tried to run me down.

What? Are you okay?

I'm fine, they missed.

Do you know anybody
with a car like that?

No, not offhand.

Nobody who might
have had a motive,

someone who was jealous,
anything like that?

Susan strong hates my guts.

And I was involved for a time
with Lauren Richards.

But they both have alibis,
don't they?

Yeah, well,
I haven't met a k*ller yet

who doesn't.

Look, there's something else.

Um, there was blood
other than traci's

found on the m*rder w*apon.

Would you
be willing

to come down
and take a blood test?

Is that absolutely necessary?

It would be the quickest way

to exclude you
as a suspect, yes.

Then sure.

No problem.

I'm so glad you said that.

( Music playing )

( Knocking at door )

Peter wicker?

What's the deal, man?

You can't bust
in here like that.

You invited me
in here, remember?

What do you
want with me?

I want you to get up,
turn that music off

and I want you
to put some pants on.

What is this about?

This is about the object
of your perverse fascination.

You mean Traci?

Yeah, I mean Traci.

Isn't it just so sad?

Spare me the routine.

I know your history with her.

That's all it is, history.

Or didn't you know
she got a restraining order?

Yeah, I heard.

But something tells me

you're not over your
fascination with her yet.

( Laughing ):
Hey, man...

Ain't no erotic fixation
worth going to jail over.

You've been pegged, Petey boy.

Flapping your wings
in the no-fly zone,

and with
traci's recent demise--

I'm going to be

Frank with you.

That puts you right
in the line-up for m*rder.

I was in a dance club
that whole night.

Lots of people saw me.

You don't deny you were circling
where you shouldn't have been?

Hell, yes, I deny everything.

Who told you that?

I bet it was that
little bitch, Lauren Richards.

Since you opened the door.

She says you've been
sniffing around her, too.

Figures.

I wouldn't let my dog
sniff around her.

Even if I had a dog.

Look...

For all her
lovey-dovey bit with Traci,

that girl's got
a jealous streak in her

makes lady Macbeth
look like Mother Teresa.

What makes you such an expert?

It's my hobby, remember?

Put that on.

You got a doctor's appointment.

Since when?

I need a sample
of your blood.

What for?

To prove that
you're not a k*ller.

You can volunteer or we can
do this the old-fashioned way.

What's that?

I can bust your ass
and get a subpoena.

Okay.

You're sure?

Okay, thanks, Jimmy.

You okay?

( Sighs )

Want to talk about it?

I just found out
Traci winter had

a million-dollar
life insurance policy

and the beneficiary
is Paul Clifton.

( Whistling )

Yeah, and there is more.

Comparison came back
on the blood on the Kn*fe

and Paul's sample
was a positive match.

Mm. Well, if you want
to sit this one out,

I'll take care of it.

No.

Come on, let's go.

If you would like an attorney
but cannot afford one,

one will be
appointed to you.

Do you understand
these rights?

I understand,
but you're making a mistake.

Remember your right to
remain silent? Use it.

Don't get any ideas, kid.

I know the mileage.

Excuse me.

Eddie, you got a minute?

Not really.

Uh...

Take one anyway.

What's up? How'd you find me?

Your secretary.

Yeah, I eat here
almost every day.

You should try this place.

I couldn't afford
the water here.

We hate to interrupt
your power lunch

but we
got a felony

we'd like
to book you for.

Come again?

We have evidence

that puts Paul Clifton
at the m*rder scene.

That means either you
or the evidence is lying.

I told you,
we were at the club that night.

That is a fact.

You also said
you were with him

until after : a.m.

Still want to stick
to that story?

I was kinda busy that night.

It could have been :

it could have been before that.

I lost track of time.

So, you're saying you
don't know what time

Mr. Clifton left
the club then.

Hey, don't put words
in my mouth.

I'm not saying another thing

until I contact my lawyer.

It's probably a good idea.

Yeah.

Have a good
lunch.

Chris:
You understand that
you've waived your right

to have an attorney present

during this interrogation?

Any statements you make

can be used
as evidence against you?

I have nothing to hide,
nothing to fear.

I want to make sure
we understand each other.

You can stop at any point
and request a lawyer.

Is that clear?

Crystal clear, sergeant.

Why don't you start

by telling us about
the insurance policy?

The policy
was bought and paid for

when Traci and I got married.

And if you check into it,

you'll find that there's
an identical policy on me

with Traci as the beneficiary.

If the situations were reversed

we'd be talking
to her right now.

I'd forgotten all
about it until yesterday

when I got a call
from the insurance company.

It's not like I need the money.

Yeah, but you'll take it, right?

No, as a matter of fact,
I won't.

I've already made arrangements
to have it donated to a charity

that benefits
the victims of violent crimes.

What about the blood?

Your blood was found
on the m*rder w*apon.

I cut my hand
on a kitchen Kn*fe earlier

when I was helping with dinner.

You didn't
find it necessary

to tell us
about this before?

I didn't think
it was significant.

Give me a break, please.

How was I to know
that was the Kn*fe in question?

Because, Paul,
you k*lled Traci winter.

I'd like to speak to my lawyer.

Can do.

Sergeant Lorenzo,
call on line .

She says it's urgent.

Hold that thought.

( Sighs )
Rita...

Do you believe,
I mean, in your heart,

that I k*lled Traci
and then I manipulated you

just to throw off
this investigation?

Yeah.

That's what I believe.

Rita, we got to go now.

What's up?

I got a panic call
from Lauren Richards.

She's holed up in a
motel over on west palm.

She said Peter wicker
followed her there

and he's hanging out.

This thing gets
weirder and weirder.

You think there's any chance
Paul's telling the truth?

Not a hailstorm's
chance in hell.

( Flicking lighter )

Chris:
There he is.

( Tires squeal )

Police!

( Groaning )

You got him?

I got him.

What's going on?

How you doing,
Pete?

( Knocking )

Lauren, open up,
it's Sergeant Lance.

Hi, um, I'm a police officer.

Can you open this door for me,
please?

Lauren?

Yeah, - that.

Well, transportation
is on the way.

Where's
Lauren?

She's gone.

I think she went out
the bathroom window.

Easy, dude.

You ever hear
of police brutality?

You ever hear
of reality?

We can do this here

or we can go downtown
and talk. Your choice.

I got nothing to say.

Really?

Actually, he looks a lot
like that guy

who tried to run me over
the other day.

What? I don't know what
you're talking about.

Maybe. But I could
make your life a living hell

just by saying that you do.

Attempted m*rder
on a peace officer.

No bail pending
trial with that.

You ready to be
somebody's girlfriend?

What do you
want from me?

The truth, my friend.

From Genesis to revelations.

You want the truth?

I'm an actor.

Just trying to earn
a lousy buck.

Uh, want to come
again with that?

I was hired, okay?

To stir up publicity
for Lauren Richards

just like I did for Traci
a few years back.

Hired by whom?

Who do you think?

Super-agent to the stars.

Susan strong.

Susan strong.

She told me
if I helped her out,

she'd get me a series.

Get it?

I'm not a stalker,
but I play one on TV.

It's a sick world.

You limo has arrived.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Oh, come on, that's crazy.

What are you talking about?

Mmm.

What, do you guys
got nothing better to do

than to make
our lives miserable here, huh?

No, no,
I'm not mad at you, George, I...

( Groaning ):
Oh.

I'm just k*lling the messenger.

That would be Lorenzo,
l-o-r-e-n-z-o.

Yeah, homicide, h-o-m-i-c-i-d-e.

Yeah, yeah, uh, thank you.

When she checks in,

would you please tell her
that I called?

Appreciate it.

Susan strong
hasn't been to the office

or checked in all day long.

Think a little bird
told her about our pigeon?

You think she flew the coop?

To b*at a metaphor
to death, yeah.

I got a call from George
Donovan; He's got a problem.

You just figure that out?

What's his beef, cap?

Unfortunately, you are.

Let me guess.

The, uh, county
attorney's office

is all in an uproar

about my so-called
involvement

with Mr. Clifton.

They'd like me
to step aside

and let someone else
take over the case.

She's good, isn't she?

Not bad. I just wish
it was that simple.

He's turned the whole
thing over to I.A.D.

Requesting a full-scale
departmental investigation.

And he's recommended that you
be placed on restricted duty

pending the outcome.

This is ridiculous.

No, that's crazy.

My words exactly.

So what am I supposed to do?

Can I make you guys
some coffee?

Come on, we all know this
is a load of B.S.

Take a couple of days off,
let Lorenzo bat clean up,

give me a chance

to make the whole
thing go away.

This an order, captain?

Do I need to make it one?

( Shoves chair over )

( Sighs )

Not her fault, cap.

I know it isn't.

But she put herself
in this position.

( Phone rings )

Yeah, Lorenzo.

Where-- I've been trying
to call you all day long.

It's Susan strong.

You what?

Uh, hello, Susan?

( Dial tone )

Got disconnected.

What'd she say?

She said she knows
who k*lled Traci winter.

( Door creaking )

Susan?

Susan?

( Sighs )

Man ( On radio ):
L- , dispatch.

L- , copy.

I've got a - call for you
from a Lauren Richards.

Shall I connect?

That's affirmative.

Go ahead.

Lauren?

Lauren:
Sergeant Lance?

You got to come right away.

What is it?

Um, I can't talk, I think...

I think somebody's following me.

Where are you?

I'm at the Marina,
sea basin drive.

Please hurry.
Okay, Lauren, I'm on my way.

Stay put.

Lauren?

( Siren blaring )

Whoa, hold it.

( Siren blaring )

Lauren?

( Groans )

You're busted, bitch.

The evidence
justified the warrant.

You got no grounds
for false arrest.

Oh, lawyers...

Shakespeare was right.

With all due respect, George.

Okay, okay, I'll turn the key.

But I want you to know
this is your responsibility.

Uh-huh.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I just call 'em
the way I see 'em.

Yeah.

Bye-bye to you, too.

Paul Clifton's getting
sprung on a writ.

Donovan's got his
shorts in a bunch.

When doesn't George
have his shorts in a bunch?

You got a point.

I put an APB out
on Lauren Richards.

I've got surveillance
at her building.

Never showed up
for her photo sh**t today.

No sign of her?

No, but the DMV Check

turned up a '
Firebird, burgundy,

registered in her name.

Well, I'll be damned.

( Phone rings )

Yeah, what?

This is dispatch.

We picked up an APB
On Lauren Richards.

Yeah?

A half hour ago
we patched an urgent call

through to Sergeant Lance's
car phone.

It was Lauren Richards.

Thanks.

( Sighs )

( Phone ringing )

( Phone ringing )

The cellular customer
you're trying to reach

is away from the phone

or has traveled
outside the service area.

Wait, something's wrong.

What's wrong? She's just
out of range, that's all.

No, not with Rita's system.

If she's out of range,
it goes right to the recording.

It doesn't ring first.
Wait a minute.

You're telling me that somebody
cut off that call?

We got to find her.

Yeah, but where do we start?

She's got this
zone track system.

Yeah, this is Lorenzo.

I got a code three
priority search

on zone track subscriber
number - - - - .

Yeah, okay, I'm going
to be - on TAC two.

You copy that?

Rita ( Groggily ):
Oh, my head.

What happened?

I didn't hit you hard enough.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

Borrowing Susan's boat.

She won't be needing it anymore.

Why, did you k*ll her, too,
Lauren?

She knew I k*lled Traci.

She was going to make me pay
for the rest of my life.

Which you'll be doing anyway.

Shut up.
Why?

If you were going to k*ll me,

you would have
already done it anyway.

Right?

You're my insurance policy,

and we're going on
a little cruise.

As soon as we hit
international waters,

you're going for a swim
in those handcuffs.

( Siren blaring )

Look, Lauren,

you still have a chance.

I know Traci
stole Paul from you.

She pushed you out
of the spotlight.

And you couldn't
stand it anymore.

I was at Susan's having a drink

and doing some lines.

And when Traci called,
I don't know.

I just...

You snapped.

I know
you didn't mean to k*ll her.

I didn't.

I just blacked out and then...

There was the Kn*fe,
the blood...

This is a classic case
of diminished capacity.

I think I could get you off.

Don't try and con me.

( Cocking g*n )

Look, I'm not.

But even with Susan,
she was extorting you.

It was a crime of passion.

This, this is
premeditation.

You called me, you set
the whole thing up.

You handcuffed me.

Lauren, you are getting ready
to cross a line,

and you're not going to be able
to turn back around.

Look, miles out,
and they can't touch me.

Yeah, well, you can't
float around forever.

What, you think I'm stupid?

I've been hiding money
in offshore accounts for years.

Okay, you've got the whole thing
figured out.

( Trying to
turn engine over )

So what are you waiting for?
Hmm?

Engine won't start.

Oh, yeah, we're dealing with
a real master criminal here.

That is enough out of you.

Look, Lauren,

you still have a chance
to turn yourself in.

( Siren blaring )

I called for backup
on the way down here.

They're going to be
here any minute.

You're not going to make it
miles out.

You aren't even going to make it
to the breakwater.

Or... you could wait here, like
a sitting duck, if you want.

( Muffled grunt
of exasperation )

( Engine starts )

Guess again.

( Siren blaring )

( Dies down )

Freeze!

Drop it!

Don't come any closer.

I don't have to.
I can put you down from here.

Drop the g*n.

Back off!

I mean it!

All right.

All right, Lauren,
you're in the majors now.

I'm not telling you again.

You put the g*n down...

Or you take your best sh*t.

( g*nsh*t )

Good career move.

Easy for you.

I almost missed.

( Coughing )

Paul?

Hi, Rita.

Hi.

What's on your mind?

Well, um...

Just wanted to, um... apologize

for ever doubting you.

Just doing your job, right?

Yeah.

But I kind of felt like
at moments, you know,

there was more going on.

Maybe there was.

For moments.

Maybe there can be again.

I've thought about that.

As a matter of fact,

it's practically all
I've thought about.

I'm just afraid

everything
that's happened

will always be
there, you know?

It's like the elephant
in the room.

No one acknowledges it,
no one even wants to see it.

But it's always there,
just the same.

I'm afraid it might crush us.

Well...

I would rather face
that elephant head on...

Than kick myself
for never trying.

Can I think about that
for a moment?

Yeah.

Yeah.

While you are
thinking about it,

I would like to introduce
you to someone.

Her name is Rita.

And she's...

She's a pretty great person.

She likes to cook.

She'd like to have you
over for lunch.

You know, nothing fancy,
just lasagna or something.

Maybe we could just meet
for the first time.

I think I'd like that.

Yeah, me, too.