01x03 - S.O.B.

[bunniefuu]

Crime never sleeps.

It doesn't break
for lunch either.

I apologize.

Now, where were we
when I got beeped?

You were telling me about...

That's me.

Do you mind?

- You want some privacy?
- No, no.

Sit still.

It's just business.

Between your beeper
and my beeper,

we never have time for beeping.

Hi.

It's me.

Oh, great.

It took me three
weeks to book this guy

and he cancels the
day before air?

Well, get on the horn.

Find someone who hasn't done
three shows already this week.

Someone interesting.

Hi.

Did you get my message?

I've been trying to reach you.

No, not her.

Well hold on a minute.

I think I may have somebody
who's really interesting.

Melissa, this is my
partner, Rita Lance.

Hi, Rita.

It's nice to meet you.

Chris, how would you like to
come on my show tomorrow night?

We'll discuss the psychological
pressures that a homicide

detective lives with every day.

You'll take a few calls.

It'll be fun.

Come on.

Do it with me.

Live on the air
with Dr. Melissa.

My in-studio
guest tomorrow night

will be palm beach homicide
detective Chris Lorenzo.

Done deal.
Bye.

Uh, you're welcome
to join us, Rita.

Ah, no thanks.

Three is always a crowd.

Let's ride, hop-along.

We've got a shamu on the
beach with our name on it.

A shamu?

Yeah.

It's a... a blue
floater, a dead guy.

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh.

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, ooh, ah.

Whoa.

Whoa yeah.

Hm, mm, mm-mm.

Ow!

Water sports are one of palm

beach's major attractions.

Surfing, wind sailing, scuba
diving, sailing and pleasure

boating, we've got it all.

Some consider m*rder a
weird kind of blood sport.

Today, it looked
like a water sport.

And for j. Henderson
moss, the game was over.

He lost.

Hi.

Hi.

J. Henderson moss.

Fish haven't munched on the
guy, not much discoloration,

minimal bloating.

I bet he hadn't been in the
water more than hours.

And you look terrific
in that color.

Thank you.

You know, this is the guy
with the Porsche dealership

on palm drive.

I've seen his
commercials on the tube.

Huh.

All of his cards are here,
platinum amex, the works.

No cash.

Anything else in his pockets?

Keys, money clip,
chain, stuff like that?

No, that's it.

Moss was a fast track around
with that Polo and yacht crowd.

Heard his latest divorce
cleaned his clock,

cleaned it right off his wrist.

What, you think it's a homicide?

Maybe, maybe not.

Could have taken off his
watch to wash his hands

and left it someplace,
or lost it gambling,

or somebody could have k*lled
him, taken off the watch,

taken the cash
out of his wallet,

and dumped him out there.

You are amazing.

That's why I make the big bucks.

You're staring, Roger.

I'm sorry.

Just, your eyes
are so beautiful.

See this line here?

Sunglasses.

Been on the water all
day, he got burned,

but the skin's white
where the watch was,

so he went swimming after dark.

Won't have to worry
about sunscreen anymore.

Romeo, bag him and tag him.

Oh, right.
Hey.

Let's get a body bag
over here on the double.

S-o-b. S-o-b, s-o-b.

Nice jumpsuit
you got there, rog.

Yeah, well it hides the stains.

No water in the
lungs or tissues.

No sand or seaweed
in the bronchi.

He didn't inhale it.

He was dead when
he hit the water.

He also ingested some exotic
meat no more than an hour

before death.

My best guess would be
canned pheasant, maybe quail.

He was rich, right?

I don't picture rich
guys eating out of cans.

Well, we're not talking
dog food here, rog.

I mean, the guy liked pheasant.

Maybe his shotgun was in
the shop or his Irish setter

had the flu.

You are so cute.

Look.

There's this new club
opening over on cocoa bay.

What do you say you and I
fall by there some night?

You know, uh, I'd love to get
up close and sexy with you.

Music throbbing,
lights flashing.

Huh?

I never date anyone
that I work with.

I'll quit.

Hey, I can find bodies
to work on anywhere,

but body like yours, well...

You know, you
are a charmer, rog.

Can you give me a prelim
opinion on cause of death?

Sure.

You are looking at a
nice juicy subdural

hemorrhage, blunt force trauma.

Coupled with the
facial bruising,

my money's on a fight.

The guy who caved this
one's head in won.

We're magic together, Rita.

Come on, face it.

We just turn an
apparent accidental

drowning into a homicide.

You know, you're
making me all misty.

Yeah?

Can you just give
me a toxi and a blood,

and I will take off?

How about a gin and tonic
and we'll both take off.

Who's that guy?

Chick westfall.

When spoiled little rich boys
grow up, they turn into chicks.

He's a fall down blackout
drunk with a nasty temper.

Very charming until
about midnight,

and then anything
can set him off.

Violent?

Beat a guy's face to hamburger.

Cops, ambulance, the whole shot.

It wasn't too good for business.

I ed him after that.
His family's megabucks.

Uh, they shipped him
down here to their summer

place about five years ago just
to get him out of their hair.

Does he run with the sharks?

The sharks eat guys like chick.

No, he's one of those
trust fund types.

But he's always broke, so I
guess the dole is a little too

thin for his lifestyle.

I mean, he owes
everybody in town money.

What about this girl?

The girl I don't know, but she's

hendy's type, tan and tight.

You're a homicide cop, so
it follows that one of them

is history, right?
- Yeah.

Oh, don't tell me
it's hendy, Chris.

I mean, he's got a tab
here into triple digits.

You better call his accountant.

He went diving last
night without his t*nk.

Bummer.

Chick westfall: Who is it?

I said, who is it?

Sorry.
I didn't mean to buzz.

It was an accident.

Sorry.

Uh, is there something
I can do for you?

Aw.

I did it again, didn't I?

See, I leaned against
the buzzer like this

trying to take a picture.

You know what?

Do you know the people
across the street?

I think their house
could be perfect.

For what?

Why are you taking pictures?

Do they have a pool?

See, he wants to sh**t a pool.

I mean, there is no
pool in the damn script,

but he wants the
ambience of a pool.

You're a location
scout for movies.

No.
I am a cop.

See, I find the perfect
place for him yesterday,

and the little tea bag
chews holes in my hip pocket

because there are
pillars in the front.

I mean, like I put them there.

You know what I'm saying?

I don't have pillars,
but I do have a pool.

Really?

$ a day.

That's the best deal you'll
do on this neighborhood.

I mean, I love living here.
I think it's beautiful.

Oh, I bet.

I mean... oh, well you know,
let me just get a shot of you

right there.
That's great.

That's great.
- Nice view, huh?

Nice pool.
- Oh, yeah.

It's gorgeous.

Mm-hm.

And uh, your caterer
can set up over here.

You can see, there's
plenty of room.

Oh, yeah.

Let me just uh...

Hey.

She's a location scout, Cheryl.

This is my fiancee,
Cheryl Lynn deveraux.

Hi.
Sorry to disturb you.

You have a great tan.

Do you model?

There might be something
for you in this.

Really?
Well, yeah.

I did some runaway work in
New York a few years ago.

Well why don't you give me
your picture and your resume

and I will pass it along
to the casting director?

Oh.

I don't have anything recent.

I, uh, haven't
worked in a while.

Oh.

Well I know the
words to that one.

We all sing that song, huh?

Sweetheart?
Chick?

At your service.

Uh, this is miss...

Uh, sorry.

I forgot.

Rita's fine.

Indeed she is.

Is it thirsty out here?

It seems so to me.

It's a little
early, isn't it baby?

I have three times zones, love.

Daytime, nighttime,
cocktail time.

Chick, please.

Easy does it, ok?

Have you seen the house?

Oh.

It's beautiful.

Have you guys lived here long?

Chick and I met
last summer in Nassau

and he swept me off my feet.

Would you like
something to drink?

I thought you'd never ask.

Well, I guess I'll drink alone.

Do you mind?

Oh.

I was just admiring it.

It's a beautiful watch.

I want to see
your business card.

Oh, let me, uh...

Gave my last one
out this morning,

but I probably have
some out in the car.

Is there a problem, Cheryl Lynn?

Hm.

What's the number of the
company that you work for?

Cheryl Lynn,
there's no call for this.

We're about to do
some business here.

You know, no.

I didn't want this house
in the first place.

You practically
dragged me down here.

I do not need this
kind of abuse.

Wait a minute.

We're reasonable people.
- What are you doing?

Give me those pictures.

Whoa!

What's happening?

I'm ray.

You throw a pool party,
you don't invite me?

I'm hurt.

She conned chick into
letting her in here.

Ease off, Cheryl Lynn.

She's a guest.

Hey, I'm on my way out.

You forgot one.

No hard feelings I hope.

Chick sure has some
interesting playmates.

Show pony decorating
the pool is named Cheryl

Lynn deveraux, chick's fiancee.

She seems a little
tough for the room.

He's also got a
lifeguard on duty

named ray who just oozes charm.

Nice.

Don't be too impressed.

I bet she bought
them at boobs 'r' us.

Look at her shirt, Sam.

It's a yacht crew shirt.

Look at the logo,
sex on the beach.

That could be the s-o-b jotted
down in moss's datebook.

Sounds like a party
with potential.

Why'd you leave so early?

Cheryl Lynn got a little
tense when I started

fondling this $-grand
watch on the table

for the whole world to see.

Her defenses came up
like a squid blowing ink.

Huh, enticing.

The $-grand watches
are cheap in palm beach.

No.

This one had j-h-m
engraved on the back.

We got ourselves a silk
stalking here, Sammy.

I would say.

I... look.

Do we really have to talk
about my feelings, Melissa?

I mean... I mean, people want
to hear about the good stuff,

the famous m*rder cases
I worked on, you know,

the silk stalkings.

We could talk about
the west palm ripper.

That case was front page
for weeks last year.

- Hey.
- Hold on just a minute.

What?

Meet me at my desk,

got a last name and a rap
sheet on chick's friend ray.

Yeah.

No.

It's not that I don't want
to talk about my feelings,

it's just that they're...

Well, you know,
they're personal.

Ok.

I'll call you back.

Mm.

There's a butt in here.

Oh, that's disgusting.

Mm.

Hey, listen to this.

Ray is Raymond brinkman,
class of ', attica.

He did a dime spot
cut to a nickel on GTA

and armed robbery, popped
two years ago in Miami

for possession for sale.

He read it for immunity,
did the same number again

last year in key west.

So much for honor among thieves.

Yeah.

This guy would shaft his mother
for a tuna fish sandwich.

So how does some stone bad guy
wire himself into major money

like chick westfall?

dr*gs.

Hm.
I doubt it.

What do you mean you doubt it?

Chick's choice is booze.

I mean, he's got a nose
on him like steak tartare,

a bottle baby.

Maybe a little fairy
dust, but I don't

see him for a major habit.

Oh, they could be
smuggling dr*gs together.

Chick's got the boat for it.

I checked with the Marina.

The sex on the beach puts
out a couple of times a week,

and they could be
running more than dorado.

Hm.

Anything on the computer about
Cheryl Lynn deveraux or chick?

Yep.

Chick's been busted
twice, barroom brawls.

as*ault charges filed
and dismissed both times.

Cheryl Lynn checked clean.

And uh, hendy moss had
a dui in the early 's.

Other than that,
the guy was a Saint.

You know, it could
be that nobody

knows brinkman is a hard case.

He comes across very charming,
in a smiling cobra kind of way.

I got a weird hit
from Cheryl Lynn,

kind of like she was more from
brinkman's side of the tracks

than chicks.

Do you think she's scamming
him for his family jewels?

Maybe, but she cares about him.

I mean, the lady loves a drunk.

She wants to save
him from himself,

dry him out and live
happily ever after.

Uh, she told you all that?

Yeah.

Well she wears it
on her sleeve, Sam.

Your doctor friend
called three times today.

I saw the message slips.

You call him back?

Nope.

Listen, let's go see Donovan
about the warrant for

the westfall estate and yacht.

I might not like the
guy, but I know you do,

and he's blown his mask for you.
I mean, hell.

Anybody can see that.

So what's the deal?

If I ask real
nice, will you stop?

No.

It feels like it
could get too serious.

I mean, the last thing I
need is for someone to fall

in love with me or vise versa.

You're scared.

Give me a rain check, Chris.

You know, Sammy.

You keep telling me that
balloon in your head

doesn't mean
anything, but it means

that you can't let
anybody love you,

and it won't let
you love anybody.

I say that serious.

Say the chances are
it wouldn't k*ll me.

I never said it
wasn't going to hurt.

Come on.

Let's go.

I'm late.

The answer is no.

You know, if you would just
be reasonable about this...

You have nothing.

Expecting me to issue a
warrant is unreasonable.

Look.

They're in possession
of the victim's watch.

His initials are
engraved on the back.

Which proves only
that they knew him.

Lots of people knew him.

He was a car dealer.

He could have given the
watch to one of them.

Now which part of it don't you
understand, the n or the o?

You know, I got to tell you.

A certain ration of crap
comes with this job,

but you've just
crossed the line.

Just give us a small break here.

I mean, you saw the pictures.

We've got j. Henderson
moss on westfall's boat.

Three days prior to his
death, which equals so what?

We've got carpet fibers
from underneath the victim's

fingernails.

If we can match that to carpets
on the yacht or estate...

Still too thin to win.

Cut us a little leeway here.

You help us lay a foundation,
we'll build you a brick house.

A brick outhouse, Lorenzo,
and I'll wind up living in it.

This is a powerful family.

You don't just roust this
kind of class on a hunch.

No warrant without
more, lots more.

I hate playing on the
same team with that weasel.

I guess it's time to go
and visit judge wheaton.

No way.

No.

Do you have any idea
what it's like spending

the night dancing with
a -pound man that

has no rhythm?

How badly do we
need this warrant?

Hm.

Hm.

I love the way you say we.

Ok.

All right.

Doo doo doo, doo
doo doo, doo doo doo.

I need to ask you a favor judge.

It's just an itty-bitty one.

Well, your timing
couldn't be better.

The bar association
dinner dance is next week.

Ooh.

Careful, precious.

I need that ear to hear with.

Remember last year?

I've never danced like
we did that night.

Neither have I.

Just what does Rita Lee Lance
consider an itty-bitty favor?

So?

So, it's done.

Of course, I'll
be in a wheelchair

for the next few days,
but what the hell?

Aw, Sam.
You shouldn't have.

It's a weed.

Nice guy.

Nice guy.

On the sexy inanimate
objects scale,

this puppy is multiple orgasms.

You're always dazzled
by obscene displays...

Power, flesh, or money.

Two scoops of each please.

Give me a schooner and
a stiff wind any day.

Nope.

Not as long as we're
partners, Rita.

You made me promise.

Police officers,
we're coming aboard.

Hey.

You're not supposed
to be up here.

Hey, man.

We're police officers, dummy.

You know, you're
right's getting better.

It's very quick and solid.

But how many times do I got
to tell you, not on the head.

Not on the head.

I had a feeling you were a cop.

Clairvoyant, huh?

Then I guess that means you
don't need to see the warrant.

Now you front me with your
step on my face attitude,

so I know you found out
about my checkered past.

Hey.

He's good at this.

Give this to your captain.

I am the captain.

You know, you got a nice
ass on you for a cop.

Oh, thank you.

You know, you got
a nice watch on.

Let me guess, you found it.

What is it with you cops, huh?

Guys like me never get
even for screwing up?

Prison time just
isn't enough for you?

We're suspects for
everything and anything

for the rest of our lives?

You want to know
about this watch?

It belonged to hendy moss.

He gave it to me.
- What a sport.

There you go.

That's what I'm talking about.

You want it?

It's yours.

That's just the way
hendy played it.

Well, if it's a crime to
accept a gift, bust me.

Very moving.

You know, I could almost
hear the violins playing

in the background.
Could you?

Mm-hm, mm-hm.

You guys come with me.

Knock yourselves out.

I want to strip this boat
down into small pieces.

What's your name, sweetheart?

I want to make sure westfall's
lawyer gets it right.

Sergeant Rita Lee Lance.

You might want to get a
crayon and write it down

before you forget it.

Isn't she charming?

Look at this.

There's a thin film
of dust on almost

all the surfaces in here.

This table's been wiped clean.

Rug's damp.
Tell the maid service.

I can't even get mine
to do the windows.

Hm.

Scored this in the galley,
canned pheasant, j.

Henderson moss's last supper.

Got a spatter here.

Get the lab techs in for a look.

All right.

We got where, we got how,
now all we need is who.

Hey, Sammy.

Any hot newsflashes
from the lab?

Yep, blood and
toxicology on moss.

A positive, loaded on booze
and downers, cause of death

blunt force trauma to the back
of the head, possible fiber

and bloodstain matches to the
carpet in the yacht state room.

All right.

We grand slammed the
physical evidence.

We've got enough to cap chick.

m*rder one is a reach, but
he wires up for manslaughter.

Crime of passion over and out.

You know, I just...

I can't shake this nagging
feeling about brinkman.

He's a rats hair in the souffle.

Chick might have
whacked the guy,

but only a sleaze like
brinkman could have stolen

the watch off a corpse's wrist.

So he's still good for
accessory after the fact.

How'd it go with chick
and his lady friend?

Yeah, nobody was home.

Brinkman must have called them
when we were still on the yacht

and they split, but you know,
I got the estate staked out.

It's on the computer.

Maybe we'll get lucky,
the blues will spot them.

All right, Sam.

What do you think about my
wardrobe for the show tonight?

Yeah.

So how'd it go with brinkman?

Sex on the beach was a
floating golf course, lots

of tournaments, big parties.

He implied that Cheryl Lynn
might have been cozy with moss.

There you go.

Chick catches his good friend
doing the horizontal bop

with his fiancee.

He kills him.

That booze, sweaty
flesh, jealousy.

Hell, that works for me.

No, you didn't see the
way she was with chick.

I mean, she loves the guy.

I just... I can't
picture her making

with hendy behind his back.

Aw, geeze.

Look at that stain.

Aw.

I can't wear this.

Well it's radio, Chris.

The audience won't see you.

You could do the show naked.

Huh.

Who would have thought?

Something about being a homicide
cop makes it all worthwhile.

Could that something be
adrenaline, sergeant Lorenzo?

It's a powerful drug.

Yeah, there's a rush
involved no doubt.

That must be very hard
on your significant other.

Maybe that's why you've
had so many relationships.

I like to think I just
like falling in love.

Well the rush of falling in
love is like an adrenaline hit.

It's exciting.

It's consuming.

It keeps you from feeling
your other feelings.

But when the rush wears off, you
feel like something's missing,

like maybe it's the
next woman who's

really the one that will fill
that hole that you feel inside.

Yeah.

That's so right.

When I meet a woman and it
starts to happen for us,

I feel like it's
going to last forever.

But then after a while,
I start wondering

if she's really the one.

The falling in love
part I do really well.

It's the staying in
love that's hard.

Intimacy is harder.

It's much more demanding, but
infinitely more rewarding.

We'll go to the phones and
talk more about intimacy

with our guest,
homicide detective

Chris Lorenzo when we return.

You're doing great, Chris.

Look at the board.

Oh, the flashing
red one's for you.

Yeah, Lorenzo.

Hey.

How are you, Chris?

Hey.

How am I doing?

I am fascinated, but
something just came by messenger

you might want to see.

It's a home video starring
chick westfall and the late j.

Henderson a.K.A.

Horny hendy moss.

Back up, chick.

You son of a bitch.

Let's think on this.

I'll k*ll you!

J.
Henderson moss dies in the end.

- Back up, chick.
- You son of a bitch.

- Let's think on this.
- I'll k*ll you!

I boxed in college.

Great form, don't you think?

You think it's
funny, Mr. Westfall?

The man is dead and you
are looking at going

to prison for a very long time.

No.

It's not funny at all, is it?

Where did you get this?

It was delivered to
sergeant Lance by messenger.

Any idea who might have sent it?

Sorry, no.

You know, if you
were going to run,

chick, you shouldn't
have stopped for drinks

on the way out of town.
That was stupid.

We weren't running.

We were with friends.

I had no idea you people
were looking for us.

Cheryl Lynn was no part of this.

You got to believe that.

The officers took her home.

Now why don't you tell us
what happened that night?

I wish I could, ok?

In case you haven't noticed,
the gentlemen drinks.

We noticed.

I vaguely remember taking
hendy out fishing that morning.

We had cocktails.

I napped after lunch.

We had more cocktails.

From there, the glass goes dark.

Don't lie to us, chick.

It won't help.

You remember something
you aren't telling.

I saw the anger in
your eyes just now.

Why did you and moss fight?

Was it over Cheryl Lynn?

I'm a blackout
drunk, ask anyone.

Obviously, I did the deed.

You... you got your man.

Be happy.

What's wrong with
this picture, Sam?

Everything.

He might be blurry
around the edges,

but he remembers what happened.

Or somebody told
him what happened.

They even shot a little video
of it just in case he forgot.

Now I don't mind
frosting on the cake,

but I gag when it's
shoved down my throat.

Somebody must have thought
we were too stupid to put

chick away ourselves.

All right,
camera was mounted on a tripod.

No frame shake at all.

Bed was in the foreground.

You know, my money says
that the camera was

set up to tape mattress mambos.

What do you want to bet the
sex on the beach was a pro-am?

Everything we're looking
at here says blackmail.

You want to try this again?

This time, no sucker punch.
- No.

I'll quit while I'm ahead.

But thank you, I
really enjoyed it.

Do we need a key to
the master state room

or should mad dog
here just kick it in?

It's open.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Sam, two-way mirror.

Got cable release right under
the bed for remote operation.

Lights, camera, blackmail.

Yeah.

All right.

They'll take the rich married
guys out for a boat ride.

Cheryl Lynn parties
with them down there,

and they get to buy a tape of
their most excellent adventure.

A major purse for
every tournament.

I never made Cheryl
Lynn for a whore.

Hendy balked.

Played and wouldn't pay.

Probably threatened
to go to the cops.

You know what?
I don't buy chick in the scam.

I mean, the clothes
just don't fit.

I don't see him setting up
his friends to be plucked.

Brinkman and Cheryl Lynn
must have blindsided him.

All right.

Let's recast the film.

Chick's all wrong for the part.

Brinkman.

He should be the k*ller.

Movies are all about illusion.

We just think that we
saw chick k*ll hendy.

We've got one chance
to pop brinkman,

and that's Cheryl Lynn.
- Oh, no way.

No way.
She is part of it.

She will cover her
own ass to the end.

What do you mean,
only fools fall in love?

So do hookers, Sam.

$ says she'll tell
you to take a hike.

Now you may know how
women's minds work,

but I know their hearts.

Oh really?

You son of a bitch.

- Back up, chick.
- You son of a bitch.

- Let's think on this.
- I'll k*ll you!

And that's a copy of the tape
that we received last night.

As you can see from
the date codes,

it was shot the night that
j. Henderson moss was k*lled.

Yeah.

It's something, isn't it?

I don't think I've ever seen a
m*rder caught on tape before.

What's going to happen to him?

Well that depends
on what kind of a deal

his lawyer can cut with the da.

He's going to do some time,
it's just a matter of how long.

You can't argue
evidence like that.

Yeah, but he was drunk.

He was totally out of it.

He... he didn't know
what he was doing.

He can't go to prison.

He'll die in there.

He k*lled a man, Cheryl Lynn.

He can't walk away from that.

It was an accident.

He didn't mean to hurt him.

But he did, all right?

All there in living color.

Not all of it.

What do you mean?

Cheryl Lynn, if there's
anything you can tell me

that might help
chick, now's the time.

I'm tired of this.

Why don't you split?

Was there any sexual
contact between you

and j. Henderson moss?

No.

Don't be insulting.

I'm looking for a reason
chick k*lled his friend.

Jealousy is a blue
ribbon most times,

and a video camera in the
bedroom is a little suggestive.

So, chick and I taped
ourselves making love.

Is that against the law?

Where's the camera?

We searched the yacht.

I didn't see any camera.
- It was...

That's because it was hidden
behind a two-way mirror,

wasn't it?

Were you in the room the
night moss was k*lled?

No.
I was up on the...

But you were aboard the sex
on the beach, weren't you?

I went to bed.
It was late.

Coroner estimates time
of death about : pm.

You call that late?

There was a lot...

I want to know how
hendy got in the water.

Who cleaned up the blood,
wiped down the table,

and shampooed the carpet?

I don't know!

Get out of here!

You can't question me
without my lawyer present.

I know my rights.

Great, so we're
off the record here.

Look, I don't want
you, Cheryl Lynn.

I want brinkman.

We think he's the one
that k*lled hendy.

But the tape.

I mean, i...

I saw chick do it.

Did he?

Get out.

Your time is up.

All right, if that's the
way you want to play it.

But keep your lawyer on standby.

You're going to need him.

Get out.

You know, I thought
that you would give

a damn what happens to chick.

I thought you'd want
to try and help him.

I even bet my partner
that you would.

You cost me $, Cheryl Lynn,
but I bet you cost chick one

hell of a lot more than that.

Thank you.

You can fork over
the $ after payday.

Don't make any big plans for it.

She could still have
a change of heart.

What heart?

You should've seen
her eyes when she

was watching that tape, Sam.

I mean, there was
pain there big time.

It was like she
was dying inside.

She loves chick,
just like you said.

Man, I thought I was going
to be able to turn her.

Don't... don't take this
the wrong way, all right?

But in some ways, you're
more fun since you

found out about that aneurysm.

I mean, I remember
we'd go to lunch

and you'd order some small
salad, maybe a piece of fish,

some steamed vegetables.
It made me sick, Sam.

Now you eat.

Well, I used to think I
was going to live forever,

but now, I just take
it one day at a time.

You know, unless we
have a major break,

our theory on this one just
hit the wall, no survivors.

Chick westfall's a dust.

We're wearing the
white hats, Sam.

We're supposed to win.

You're eating my food.

It's good.

Ok.

Where you headed, Cheryl Lynn?

The cops know, ray.

They've got the whole
freaking thing laid out.

They may know, but
they can't prove.

Big difference.

Now I say we stay cool.

No way.

I can't handle this.

Maybe you didn't hear me, baby.

I said we stay cool.

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance
brilliant

police work solves
a lot of crimes,

but more often than not, luck
figures into the equation.

And in this case,
luck was a lady.

Ah, you can give me
the $ after payday.

Ooh.

That looks nasty.

Brinkman's handiwork?

Cheryl Lynn, you
remember my partner Rita?

I need to talk to you.

What you said before, that
maybe chick didn't do it.

It was right, wasn't it?

We think so, yeah.

But how?

I mean, chick's on
the tape, big as life.

He knocked hendy down.

He hit his head.

Maybe he didn't stay down.

It's possible the
fall didn't k*ll him,

that brinkman hit him again
after chick was off the set,

finished him off.

Ray dumped the body
overboard, told chick he'd taken

care of things.

You know, one pal
doing for another.

Chick was in an
alcoholic blackout,

he didn't remember anything.

And brinkman's got
the whole fight

on videotape to
convince him that that's

what really happened.

Why would ray want hendy dead?

We were...

Blackmailing him?

Chick didn't know
about it, did he?

No.

No.

The whole scam was Ray's idea.

We knew each other from Miami.

I did some high-end
hooking down there.

Ray met chick in The Bahamas
and glommed onto him.

Got back to palm beach,
ray called me in.

But he had the boat
and uh, ray talked him

into renting it out
to some of his fat cat

buddies for fishing trips.

And you hooked them?

After the first couple of guys,

ray cut me out of the money.

He kept it all.

He knew I wasn't
going to tell chick.

I'd fallen in love with him.

Ray wouldn't let me quit.

He would have shown chick the
tapes of me with the other men.

I just kept digging that
hole in deeper and deeper.

You show a lot of guts and
style coming in here like this,

but I want you to know
up front, if you testify,

you're looking at a
felony extortion rap.

I can't make any
promises of immunity.

This isn't about me.

I cannot let chick go to jail.

No way.

You don't know what it
would do to him in there.

There's only one person who
can keep chick out of jail.

That's ray brinkman.

If you help us, your
life could be in danger.

It's not worth a
hell of a lot anyways.

How do you think chick's
going to feel when he finds

out his fiancee is a whore?

Sgt. Rita Lee
Lance: Cheryl Lynn?

Are you ok?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

God, I look like hell.

Look, when this is
over, give him a chance.

Don't make his decision for him.

The one time I fall in
love, I've got to bitch it up.

I'm not even after his money.

I just want his arms
around me forever.

Big dreams, that's me.

I never dreamed before.

Now I'm full of them.

Well drunks don't have
dreams, Cheryl Lynn,

and they will stomp yours flat.

Now you can't get chick sober.

He's got to want it for himself.

And if he doesn't,
you turn around

and you run away
as fast as you can,

because he will break your heart
or he will turn it to stone.

I don't know which one is worse.

You sound like
you've been there.

Yeah, once a long time ago.

I know that he loves you.

If he's lucky, he
will love you enough.

Yeah.

Finally got a car you
can't give away, huh?

Hey, the uh, greasy look
really works for you.

When people call
you, Donovan, you're

supposed to call them back.

It's polite.

You saved me a trip.

I need to talk to you.

Ok, so you and
Lance scored big time

on this westfall thing.

I'll throw you a parade.

I'm meeting with the
family lawyer later today.

We're cutting a deal
for the wayward chick.

I'm offering manslaughter.
He'll jump for it.

Stall him.

There's more to this
than what's on the table.

What are you talking about?

You saw that tape, or has
chick's evil twin surfaced.

I know it sounds crazy,
but the guy didn't do it.

I got a witness.

Can you guarantee
immunity and lesser

charges if my witness gives
you a nice dunker m*rder one?

This is a gag, right?

Rita put you up to this.

Dead serious.

Come on.

Give me some more time.

Help save an innocent man.

You're such a
boy scout, Lorenzo.

This is a done deal.

What kind of witness
are we talking about?

Immunity.

Maybe.

I'm meeting with westfall's
attorney at o'clock.

Any miracles must be performed
before that time or my office

is closed.

Have a nice day.

Thank you so much.

All right, now
the mic's in here.

Don't try to lead him.

Let him do the
talking, real hinky.

Ok.

Now if it starts going wrong,

we will be there for you.

Just try and get clear
so we have room to work.

You scared?

Yeah.

All right.

You told them o'clock.

We're late.

Show time.

You're late.

Now what's this big emergency?

I've got things to do.

Cheryl Lynn deveraux:

You shouldn't have hit me.

I don't take that from
you, not from anybody.

It was good for me.

I even had a cigarette after.

You bastard.

What'd you have to go and give
that tape to the cops for?

You said it was just for
insurance in case chick

found out about
what we were doing.

Things changed.

He'll go to prison.

He'll get the best lawyer
money can buy, cop a plea,

and be out in a couple of years.

You wait it out,
you still got a shot

at marrying into all the money.

You're so damn
smart, aren't you, ray?

Got every angle covered.

You know what tipped him off
he didn't drown, smart guy?

His watch.

Yeah.

You had it wired,
but you're such

a penny-ante
hustler you couldn't

let that watch go past.

I am not going to let
you ruin his life.

I won't let you.

What are you going to
do, huh, Cheryl Lynn?

What are you going to do?

Maybe I'll show your
lover boy the other tapes.

I'm sure he'd love to
see his fiancee bumping

uglies with his best friend.

Damn!

He's taking her below.

Everything could've
been so sweet.

Then you had to go and
fall in love with the Mark.

You dumb bitch.

I won't tell anybody.

I swear to god.

Please, ray.

You know what?

I smell something on you, baby.

Hm?

You're beginning to
stink like a setup.

No wire.

That's good.

You're wasting this on
some sorry-ass drunk.

He didn't mean to k*ll him.

Hendy was his friend.

I smoked moss.

Your boyfriend couldn't
even do that right.

I did it for us.

He was going to tell
chick what was up.

I couldn't let that happen.

I told chick hendy
tried to r*pe you.

Then I put chick down, and gave
hendy's head a nice solid pop

before I dumped him.

Freeze!

Don't move.

I know, I know.

Not in the head.

Not in the head.

Now what kind of chance
do you give Cheryl Lynn

and chick get a life together?

You know his old man's going
to disown him after this.

That's ok.

Cheryl Lynn doesn't want
to marry his old man.

Yeah.

Besides, if she
changes his life around,

she'll become a hero.

You know, Sammy,
have you ever loved

anybody like she loves him?
- Hm.

Not yet.

Must be fantastic.

Yeah.

And scary.

You?

Two times a year for
a couple of months.

Don't worry.

You'll get your chance.

Yeah, maybe.

Buy you a pizza, partner?

No.

Not tonight.

Melissa is keeping
something warm for me.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Yeah.

You have a good night.

You too.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Ok.

Ok.

That was incredible.

That was the best
sex I've ever had.

I know.

I'll always
remember it, and you.

That sounds ominous.

We're still in the falling in
love stage and it's terrific,

but in a couple of
months, we're going

to reach a transition point
and I'm going to want something

that you can't give me.

I want you.

Not your car and not
your apartment, you.

Melissa, I don't want it
to be that way this time.

I want us to try and...

I'm getting off at
the top with a smile.

I don't need the
pain and the tears.

I had a wonderful time.

And do me a favor.

Be gone when I come out?

It'll be easier that way.

Oh, don't forget this.

It's the battery to your beeper.

I didn't want to
take any chances.

And here's yours.

I really wish there was some
way we could work this out.

So do I, Chris.

Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh.

Ow!