06x07 - Talk Dirty to Me

[bunniefuu]

After I remove your clothes

I'll handcuff you to the bed.

First your arms, then your legs.

You'll be totally helpless.

Completely at my mercy.

I'll do things to you
you've never dreamed of.

Things I've never dreamed of.

Or maybe I won't.

Maybe I'll call my girlfriends

and we'll go out for a couple of drinks.

We'll come back a few
hours later, a little tipsy

stumble into the bedroom.

You'll be lying there,
vulnerable, naked, excited...

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Are we crossing a line?

Are we getting away from
the premise of the show?

Information about sex

in an entertaining way.

Trust me, that was entertaining.

I've never been more entertained.

You're probably right.

So, uh, listen, while we're
all in such a great mood

have you given any more thought

to, uh... our future?

I thought we agreed not to talk about this.

No, no... you agreed.

I don't... I don't understand something.

Your show is called
straight talk with Taylor

but you can't give me a straight answer.

Look, I don't want to talk about it, okay?

Okay... fine.

Jeffrey, don't leave.

Obviously you can do this without me.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I love the scent

of a sweaty woman in the morning.

Very funny.

Don't try and pretend
that you're not worried

about the departmental
recertification test.

Why should I be?

I still fit in the same suit

I wore to my senior prom.

You were overweight at your senior prom.

You've obviously never heard the story

of the tortoise and the hare.

Is that the one where the
tortoise eats the doughnut?

Face it, cass, you wish
you could think like me.

Oh, yeah, right.

Come on, we're not wired the same.

I realize that this is a pass/fail deal.

You only have to get above a certain score.

So you're just going to do the
minimum necessary to get by.

Exactly.

Okay.

Go on... try and take my g*n.

I'm not taking your g*n from you.

No, come on, it's part of
the test: Disarming a criminal.

Cassy, if I was a criminal

and you were pointing
a g*n at me, I'd give up.

I want to know that the
minimum amount you're putting out

is enough to protect me, your partner.

Now, try and take my g*n.

I'm not trying to take your g*n.

Bang.

You're dead.

I wasn't even trying.

You think I was trying?

Yes, you were, you were trying.

Cassy, if I was trying

we wouldn't be having
this conversation right now.

You're right.

Right. That hurt me.

Let's do it again.

No, I want to go take a shower.

Let's do it again.

Come on, I want to take your g*n.

Okay, fine.

Man: Come on, Tommy,

put her down, baby.

Take her piece.

What the hell is going on here, huh?

Why can't you two just yell at each other

like regular partners do?

Why does there have to be gunplay involved?

You think this is real?

No, we're practicing for that test.

Really.

Yeah. Well, we got a
homicide over at whzu studios.

Taylor Reynolds.

She was the host of a
cable TV sex talk show.

What happened to your arm?

What... no, no, this is
just barbecue sauce.

I've been experimenting.

For the annual cook-off
at the police picnic.

Don't you two have a m*rder to solve?

Go, go!

How's it going?

It's like a fingerprint convention in here.

It's not enough that everyone
who works here uses this place.

They also rent it out. How about you?

Better. Entry after
hours requires a key card

which logs onto a computer.

We'll get a printout as soon
their computer department

can figure out how to print one out.

Hmm.

Well, I'm guessing she knew the sh**t.

Four sh*ts, close range,
no sign of a struggle.

Based on the position of the body

I'd say she never even
got out of her chair.

Or maybe she didn't hear him come in.

Hmm. Well, maybe she did.

We should check with the
producer, Jeffrey ventnor.

He was the last one to see her alive.

Okay.

Officer: I'm sorry, please stand

behind the yellow tape.

Uh, but I work here.

I have to see Taylor... she's my boss.

Taylor Reynolds?

Is she okay?

Uh...

Nothing's happened, has it?

I think you should talk to
somebody from the station.

Come here.

I'd hate to have to rely

on Chuck Hoffman for compassion.

What's your problem with Chuck?

He's the one with the problem.

I finished ahead of him at the academy.

I made sergeant and he didn't.

And his ego can't handle it.

And on top of all that

he thinks he's god's gift to women.

I hate that.

Ventnor: We were editing the show,

and it was...

About : maybe, and, uh...

I left and she finished editing

and that was the last time I saw her.

She was the host, right?

Yeah.

And she also edited the show?

Well, normally we both
did, but last night I was tired

so... she finished it.

I went home and went to bed.

What was the show about?

Uh, this particular episode

was called "talk dirty to me."

Do you know anyone

who might have wanted to k*ll Taylor?

I asked myself that question and, um

it just made me realize

that there weren't many
people in Taylor's life.

A few friends

and, uh, no family at all.

None?

Nope. The show was essentially her life.

Outside of me and Molly...

Molly?

Her assistant?

She tall, blonde, pretty?

How did you know?

Saw her in the hallway.

Um... any angry letters from viewers?

Phone calls, people hanging
around the parking lot?

We got the usual... crank
calls, letters scribbled in crayon.

I have a file here.

I had the weirder ones
assessed by a security expert.

That's corporate policy.

But for the most part they were harmless.

You can take that if you want.

Thank you.

So, what will happen to your show now?

I don't know.

I'm going to try like hell to
keep it on the air, though.

Taylor made it special

but the format's fresh.

This show is beginning to pop.

We even had network interest.

Jeffrey, I, uh... oh.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, it's okay.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, real good.

Um, this is sergeant Ryan

and sergeant St. John.

They're working on the case.

Sorry about Taylor.

I just can't imagine

who would do something like this.

It must have been a mistake.

What makes you think that?

'Cause everybody who met her liked her.

She didn't have friends outside work

and no problems with her patients.

She had patients?

She had a Ph.D. in psychology.

She had a small practice

that she ran out of her house.

Tom: You wouldn't believe

some of these tapes.

"Toys." think she's talking about a slinky?

Maybe a slip and slide.

In her whole house,
she's got, like, two photos

and they both were taken at work.

That's hard to believe.

Then don't believe it.

Diagnosis hypophilia.

Personal problems?

I never knew sex was so complicated.

I figured I was home free

once I knew what went where... and why.

Yeah, I know.

You know what?

That your approach to
sex is pretty straightforward.

Well, you never seemed to complain

when we were married.

I'm not complaining,
I'm just stating a fact.

Yeah, you're stating a
fact like you had a problem.

Did you have a problem?

Well...

Really?

Well... why didn't you say something?

I did. I tried.

It's not the easiest thing to talk about.

What... when, when, when did you try?

Oh, Tom, do we have to?

No, I'm just saying

that maybe you said something, I missed it.

Just... communications skills thing.

We're partners, come on.

Okay. Remember the
time after Maggie's party

and we were taking a bath together?

Yeah...

And I was talking about chocolate syrup

and you brought me ice cream?

Yeah... what, you wanted me...

With chocolate syrup?

Different strokes...

Oh... gee, something's blooming.

Menderal.

That's for stress.

How would you know that?

We were married once, remember?

Tom, check this out.

These are bank statements
from her personal account.

Every month there's a $ deposit in cash.

Well, she had a lot of clients

with embarrassing problems.

Maybe she was trying
to blackmail one of them.

Unless bank records

could somehow narrow down the source...

Yeah... let me ask you this.

Aside from the chocolate syrup

was there anything else that I missed?

Oh, nothing, that's it.

Can we drop it?

Freeze! Freeze!

It's just horrible.

Taylor was such a good person.

How long have you been a patient?

About a year.

I saw her show and I felt

she really understood
sexuality... and people.

She was a good listener, like you.

Did you know anybody, uh...

Maybe another one of her patients

who might want to k*ll her?

No.

"What's to worry about?"

"I can still fit into my suit

I wore to my senior prom."

Can a guy get a little exercise, please?

Why don't you just admit

you're worried about the test?

'Cause I'm not.

Just come here to bust my chops?

Oh, no, that's an added benefit.

Forensics ran Taylor Reynolds' prints

to help us find something
with the next of kin.

And?

It seems

Taylor Reynolds died in in Chicago

at the age of months.

Mmm... her I.D. was phony.

So if her name's not Taylor
Reynolds, who is she?

Good question.

Hi, this is sergeant Ryan.

We have questions we'd like to ask.

Give us a call, we'd appreciate it.

Who was that?

Answering machine.

I put in a call to Taylor's secretary.

I thought she might be able

to shed some light on the name thing.

It's in the folder.

I got the info on the bank deposits.

They were all money orders

and they were all purchased
at the same grocery store

in Aurora, Illinois.

Aurora?

Why does that name sound so familiar?

It's outside of Chicago.

Wayne's world!

Wayne's world, that's where they

broadcast that cable show from!

This is channel , public access

Aurora, Illinois.

Of course!

Why didn't I think of that?

Oh, you didn't like Wayne's world?

No, no, I've always liked
movies where boys rate women

by the size of their erections.

What did we ever talk about?

Work.

Which brings us to work.

Taylor Reynolds. Checked with d.M.V...

Florida driver's license was issued

about ten years ago.

So what happened ten years ago

that made her change her identity?

And, is it related to her death?

I think I might know a woman
who can fill in the blanks.

Marnie?

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Not now.

But five minutes earlier

and you would've heard
the sound of one hand typing.

Know what I mean?

I-I don't think I want to go there.

Play hard to get, Thomas.

You know how that excites me.

So...

You two making after-hours
mattress music again?

Nope. He's all yours.

Totally free, no strings attached

available and willing.

Okay. I think she's got the point.

You once told me that, armed
with a social security number

you could tell me anything about a person.

Yup... like your cable bill's overdue.

It is?

Was.

We were trying to do

a next-of-kin notification
on the m*rder victim.

But, when we ran her prints

it kicked out that it was a phony I.D.

Real person died when they were young

probably under five.

It's amazing.

I could create a phony
identity with a box of cheerios

and a pitching wedge.

Anytime you want to run
away with me, just say so.

No one will ever find us...
Unless they have the ability

to track down the world's happiest woman.

We've got a social security number.

I know. I read it off
the folder upside down.

I already entered it into the computer.

Here's her latest phone bill.

It's a good place

to start if you're looking
for the next of kin.

Is all this legal?

Do you really want to know?

So, this is her latest phone bill.

Don't.

Stop that.

What did I do?

Just... don't do that.

What did I do?

Can you access the prior month?

Tom, look.

Aurora, Illinois.

That's where

the money orders were sent from.

Can you find out who?

Harriet Cooper.

rosewood court.

My guess is that Harriet Cooper

is the key to finding out who...

who Taylor Reynolds really is.

I can get her driver's license picture

from Illinois d.M.V.
But that'll take awhile.

Why don't you stop back
by, uh, say, elevenish?

Think we've got enough to start with.

Suit yourself.

I'll run it anyway.

Hey, aren't you worried about

the new physical testing requirements?

Not really.

So... how do you want your "no"

fast or slow?

Harry, I won't even stay overnight.

I'll take the next plane,
talk to Harriet Cooper

find out who our Jane Doe is

see if her identity figures into the m*rder

then I'm on the next flight out.

He wants to fly.

On a jet.

Do you know

what kind of hoops I got to jump through

just to get a dozen pencils?

I got to fill out a supply
requisition in triplicate:

One copy to supply, one to accounting

one for the file.

Then we get into the approval process.

It's the only lead we have.

Plus the fact that I'm
dealing with a % budget cut.

I'm getting hammered here.

There must be deals to Chicago.

Huh...

Chicago?

Chicago.

Okay. We can make that work.

Heh. I'll try to limit the
paperwork to two volumes.

You're going.

Anything else?

No. Okay.

You, you can go.

Let me, uh, talk to you for just one second

all right, before you go?

Eh, close the door.

How well do you know Chicago?

Been there a couple of times.

I want you to do me a favor.

There's a rib joint on the south side

Johnny Romano's.

They got ribs god couldn't improve on.

I want you to bring me back

three dozen of the original...

Not the St. Paul.

What, what?

Wait a second.

Yeah, what?

You're not going to cheat, are you?

Buying store-bought ribs for a contest?

You want to listen to those bozos from boca

when they win the fourth straight year?

All right. All right.

Two dozen original.

Three dozen original

not St. Paul's, original.

Three dozen original.

Maybe you should write it down.

No, I'll remember.

You sure?

Yeah.

All right, go. Go!

What was that about?

Ribs.

Here they are.

Thanks, Chuck.

Um, I got your message.

You said you had some questions

you wanted to ask me.

You didn't have to come down.

That's all right.

I had some errands to run, anyway.

Still doing the obstacle course

this afternoon?

I, I, uh, I've got to go to Chicago.

I'll see you when I get back.

Listen, I'll, uh, see you later, okay?

Thanks. Bye.

He's cute.

Mmm. If you like the cro-magnon type.

I do.

Oh, boy.

Do you mind doing this over lunch?

I'm starving.

Yeah. Sure.

Great.

Uh, I'll have the tofu in a pita pocket

with sprouts and a smoothie.

I'll just have, the, uh...

The vegetarian salad.

If you want we can go someplace else.

Oh, no, this is fine.

Besides, I have this theory

that if you eat one really healthy meal

you can have, like, five greasy hamburgers.

Oh, I like that theory.

Unfortunately, I'm trying to get in shape

for this physical test
the department's giving...

Bless you.

Oh, thank you.

Allergies?

Mm-hmm.

So... how's the investigation going?

How well did you know Taylor?

We were close.

Well, I only worked with her

for about a month

but, in that month, I
got to know her real well.

Did you know she was taking
prescription pills for stress?

Doesn't surprise me.

The contract negotiations were hell.

Contract negotiations?

Yeah, with Jeffrey.

The show was really starting to catch on.

Anyway, Jeffrey was pushing

Taylor to sign a
long-term contract with him.

He didn't have a contract with her?

Oh, he did, but that
was for the cable show.

If she made a deal to do a network show

then she wouldn't necessarily have

to use him as her producer.

Anyway, I think

that's why he was pushing her so hard.

Woman: Sara was the best granddaughter

a person could ask for.

That was her real name: Sara Cooper.

Why did she change her name?

I'm sorry, I know

how difficult this must be for you.

I did the best that I could raising Sara.

But she had her wild side.

She got that from her father.

During her freshman year at college

she got involved with a young man

named Cullen O'Malley.

They met at some local college bar

and they were on their
way to an after-hours club

when he asked her to stop at an a.T.M.

So he could get some money.

And while Sara waited in the car

O'Malley robbed a customer.

There was a scuffle.

O'Malley shot and k*lled him.

Sara was horrified!

She turned O'Malley in.

She changed her identity

and disappeared.

Did O'Malley ever thr*aten
to get even with her?

I don't think so.

I don't think he even knew

that she was the one that turned him in.

Besides, Cullen O'Malley
was k*lled in prison

two years later.

He couldn't have had
anything to do with it.

Why did she run if she
didn't do anything wrong?

Because she was scared, confused...

Wanted a fresh start.

So she moved to Florida
and went back to school.

And... you began to send her $ a month

to help with her expenses?

Why would you continue

to send her money

after she became successful?

You can't take it with you, can you?

How true.

What's wrong?

This picture, this is Jeffrey ventnor.

He was a nice boy.

You met him?

He visited a few times with Sara.

Didn't he tell you that?

No, he didn't.

In fact, he told me

he'd never met you.

The story checks out with Chicago P.D.

Cullen O'Malley was
arrested on a phone tip.

Are you listening?

I was just reviewing the psychological

profile test.

If you came to a forest, would you:

"A," chop down a tree, "b," plant a tree

"c," write about the forest.

"C." forest is a situation

you assess the situation.

No, "a."

The forest is a situation,
they want you to act.

Don't say I didn't tell you so.

So, O'Malley was convicted, sentenced

and k*lled in prison two years later.

I thought for sure O'Malley

had something to do with Taylor's death.

Till I found out he was dead.

Which brings us to Jeffrey ventnor.

He lied about Taylor having any family.

He neglected to tell us

about his contract negotiations with Taylor

which gives him motive.

He's also the last one

to see her alive which
gives him opportunity.

So I would say that we pay Jeffrey

another little visit.

Let's do this in the morning.

He'll be there.

Let's go tonight.

Tom.

It's : in the morning.

And besides, my biorhythm clock says

that I need to be in bed,
asleep in minutes.

And then I need to stay asleep

for seven hours and minutes.

I'll see you in the morning.

Good night.

What?

Ah!

I'm dying, I'm in heaven.

Mmm... where's the sauce?

What sauce?

The barbecue sauce for the ribs.

You didn't say sauce...

You didn't get any sauce.

You didn't ask me to.

You got ribs without sauce?

But I don't eat ribs, they
get stuck in my teeth.

Look, here's your change.

You really think

wearing ankle weights is going to help.

You do things your
way, I do things... mine.

Do I criticize your methods?

Constantly.

Well, that's me.

Jeffrey: I promise you

it won't be like last time.

'Cause I won't be doing it.

It can't be...

No, I'm not, no!

Who was that?

Oh, uh...

That was susie q.

I mean, that's the name she goes by on TV

her real name's Patty, Patty Corbin.

She looks an awful lot like Taylor.

She modeled herself after Taylor.

She's on the list of people
in the building after hours

on the night of the m*rder.

What were you two arguing about?

Uh, it's, it's kind of personal.

Despite Taylor's death

there's still network interest in the show.

So I asked susie if she'd
be interested in hosting.

You're looking for a replacement

one day after Taylor's death.

Sometimes you only get

one chance at the brass ring.

That doesn't change
how I felt about Taylor.

I'd think susie q.

Would be happy with the offer.

Well, susie and I have some history.

I used to, uh, produce her show.

What kind of show was that?

It was a cable show...

About, you know, sexual issues.

Like Taylor's show.

Yeah, it was Taylor's show.

In fact, Taylor replaced susie.

Susie q. Was fired and Taylor replaced her?

Don't you think

that's a significant fact

in this investigation?

I don't know, I'm not a cop.

Tom: Jeffrey, what else

aren't you telling us?

Nothing, I've told you everything.

Including the fact that you know

Taylor's real name is Sara Cooper

and her grandmother lives in Aurora?

I, I can explain that, it's...

Should you have an attorney?

No, I didn't k*ll Taylor.

But you lied to us.

Because I promised Taylor.

Look, I didn't know that much, okay?

She told me she got involved

in something stupid when she was .

She never went into detail

but she made me swear on
my life I'd never tell anyone.

That's it.

I was Taylor's closest friend.

That's funny, because
this picture looks like

you were a little more than close friends.

So we dated at one time, so what?

Where can we find susie q.?

She's taping a sales presentation

for her own new show.

Sound stage is in the back.

I'm a queen in a pleasure palace

with a whole harem of men.

My lover's kept in a
cage at the side of my bed

and forced to watch as I
make it with all of my servants.

Fantasies... fanciful,
fantastically fabulous...

Threesomes and then some...

Exotic places, the great
outdoors, the mile high club...

Threat of being caught...

This is a closed set!

Cut the camera.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Okay, everybody, take five.

We're investigating Taylor's m*rder.

Okay.

What was your relationship like?

We didn't have one.

But you knew her.

Yeah, I knew her.

Where were you Tuesday night?

I was at home doing
research on masturbation.

Really.

Was anybody with you?

Don't tell me

you think I k*lled her?

This computer printout
of key card activities says

you were in the building

on the night of the m*rder after : .

It says my card was there.

Meaning?

My purse was stolen

two weeks ago.

I filed a police report

if you want to check.

Now, if there's nothing else.

No, there's nothing else, thanks.

It's awfully convenient

to have your purse stolen like that.

Very.

Has a basic instinctquality
to it, doesn't it?

What are you doing?

Come on, that's not funny.

Hey, come on, that's not funny.

These are professional cuffs.

Not the usual leather padded kind you find

with a quick release

in the back of certain magazines.

How do you know about those?

The magazines or the cuffs?

I never quite understood

the kick some people got from bondage.

I guess it depends on if
you're giving or receiving.

Not for me.

That's because you're repressed.

Or else you'd be open to new possibilities.

Bondage is sick.

Yeah, I know, but it's new.

b*llet hole in the pillow.

Huh, blonde.

Don't jump to conclusions.

He was pretty active.

Two dozen condoms in his drawer.

Maybe he was the optimistic kind.

Power of positive thinking and all that.

There was another box,
empty, in the trash can.

Hmm... Giorgio.

How do you do that?

It's a woman thing.

You see a corvette a quarter-mile away

you know what year it was
and when it was last tuned.

I can do the same thing with perfume.

Susie q. Wears Giorgio.

Whoa.

Messy room.

What the hell are you doing?

We're executing a search warrant.

We've already searched your house.

Jeffrey ventnor was m*rder*d last night.

Found blonde hair at the scene
and traces of Giorgio perfume

which we also found at your house.

That's crazy, why would I k*ll Jeffrey?

Cass.

I have no idea how the g*n got there.

You were the only one

that had a key to your dressing room.

That's not true, and you know it.

You argued with Jeffrey
out in the parking lot.

He abandoned me, then came
to me when he needed me.

And you got angry

one thing led to another...

Don't try to twist my words around.

I didn't k*ll Jeffrey.

I told him to get lost.

Jeffrey said you and he dated.

Jeffrey dated everybody.

Besides, that's ancient history.

Your perfume was all over his sheets.

You think I'm the only
woman that wears Giorgio?

No, but I'll bet you're the only woman

sleeping with Jeffrey who wears Giorgio.

I haven't been with Jeffrey in two years.

Look, make this easy on yourself.

We got you at the scene
of the crime, no alibi.

The m*rder w*apon

was in your dressing room.

We're doing a d.N.A. Analysis on your hair.

You can do whatever you want.

I'm innocent.

Boys, take her back to
the holding cell, please.

You're going to look really
stupid when the truth comes out.

Won't be the first time.

What do you think?

Everything points to her.

Yeah, well, how come

I get this feeling in my stomach

that it's not right?

Maybe it's the tofu.

So how'd it go?

We laid out the facts, she denied them.

So all the angles are covered?

You didn't... forget anything?

I didn't forget... anything.

Case is ready for the D.A.

What the hell was that all about?

Ribs.

So let's say susie's telling the truth.

Her purse was stolen by the real perp

who uses her key card
to get into her building...

Her Giorgio to leave a perfume trail...

Maybe some hair from her hairbrush.

Leave a perfect d.N.A. Match.

That's a smart plan.

But why k*ll Jeffrey?

Totally unnecessary.

Maybe your Chicago trip spooked the perp.

How would the perp know about that?

Who knew besides you and me?

Harry, marnie.

You told Chuck Hoffman
you'd skip the obstacle course

because you were going to Chicago.

You're reaching.

Yeah? Well... we'll see.

Yeah... we will see.

Ow.

You asked Tom if he wanted
to do the obstacle course.

He told you he had to go to Chicago.

Yeah, so what?

So, you knew he was going there.

Gee, it's no wonder you made sergeant.

What's wrong with your partner?

The second victim was k*lled

because the perp knew
I was going to Chicago.

They were tipped off.

The only people who knew he was going

are in this building.

Why would I care?

You tell me.

Someone knew.

They had to find out from you.

Cassy!

In my office.

Now.

You want to tell me

why you were about to
accuse a fellow police officer

of corruption?

Somebody tipped off the perp.

So, naturally

point the finger at Chuck.

Well, it's not you, it's not me

it's not Tom or marnie.

That leaves Chuck.

He brought Taylor's
secretary Molly into the bullpen

when Tom was leaving for Chicago.

What about this Molly?

What about her?

Well, have you checked her out?

She's clean. Lifetime Florida resident

no connection to Aurora, Illinois.

Now, if Taylor can fake an identity

why couldn't Molly?

There's no mistake about it.

Her name's Kate O'Malley.

Cullen O'Malley's little sister.

She was put in a foster
home almost ten years ago.

That would match up with
when her brother went to prison.

There's a notation here
from her caseworker referring

to abuse at the hand of
one of her foster siblings.

So her big brother who
was providing for her

gets sent to prison;

she goes into an abusive foster home

she blames Taylor for ruining her life

nurses a grudge until
she can track her down

gets confirmation from
Jeffrey during pillow talk

then kills her... wow.

You're absolutely sure
Molly is Kate O'Malley?

It's not just somebody
putting this information

into the computer?

As sure as you're standing here

and I'm picturing what you look like naked.

Oh!

Going somewhere?

You frightened me.

I just have

to get away for awhile.

It's just been so hard.

It's over, Kate.

That's your real name, isn't it?

Kate O'Malley

sister of Cullen O'Malley.

Hey!

Don't even think about

touching that g*n.

Just back away.

Step back.

Taylor destroyed my family.

She deserved to die.

Your brother destroyed your family

when he k*lled that man at the a.T.M.

That was an accident.

You tell that to the children

of the guy he k*lled.

Beat you in the physical.

Only because I was sneezing so hard

that I missed the target
on the obstacle course.

And besides, I beat you in the verbal.

Didn't study.

Did you see marnie's scores?

Yeah. How could she do...

How is that possible?

Who do you think codes the results?

Next time, talk to me first.

I could save you a lot of sweat

that you could use, uh, somewhere else.

I'll see you.

I got to go eat some crow.

See you.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Why, somebody steal something?

Okay, I deserved that.

I just wanted to apologize
for what I said to you.

Fine.

No, I mean it.

I would like to try and be friends.

Are you coming on to me?

What?

Look, uh, it's, it's
really nothing personal

but, uh... well

you're not my type.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

We won.

We won the barbecue contest.

You beat boca.

And you didn't even use
Johnny Romano's sauce

you used Harry lipschitz' sauce.

I, uh, I had forensics

analyze a dab of barbecue sauce

from one of Romano's ribs.

I just recreated their sauce.

Well, the important thing is, you won.

You cheated, but you won.