03x14 - Love Bandit

[bunniefuu]

Woman:
Rita, there’s just
one more line up here.

Okay, I got it.

Then he took me
to this jazz club.

So completely romantic.

Tell me--
who is this guy?

No way.

Oh, come on.

I’m keeping him
to myself.

Look at that grin
on her face.

This guy must have
all the right moves.

I never thought
I’d feel like this again.

Does Paul know
about it?

He will tonight.

Think he’ll
understand?

Who knows?

He’s a man--
you figured ’em out?

I get along with the ones
I deal with in the morgue.

Well, Paul has had
a lover for months, right?

He has no right
to complain.

That’s how I feel.

Six months in separate bedrooms.

We rarely
see each other.

It’s not a marriage anymore.

It’s over.

So, think you’re going
to marry this mystery guy?

He looks at me
like there’s nobody else.

And it’s
in his kiss.

It is really magic between us.

Oh, that’s great.

That’s great, Kim.

( Both humming )

Thank you so much
for today.

It was fun.

I haven’t been sailing
in years

and I really like Kim.

It’s a shame

her marriage has been
such a roller coaster lately.

I am glad she’s decided
to give it up.

Rita?

Think you’ll ever
get married?

Me? Yeah, absolutely.

When I can find a guy
who will let me be who I am.

It’s going to be tough for me.

Poor Diana.

You know, you are too smart

and too beautiful.

Some guys
find that intimidating.

It’s not that.

It’s the smell of formaldehyde.

I can’t
get rid of it.

You do not smell
like formaldehyde.

I would tell you
if you did-- maybe.

If you don’t like
what you do

why don’t you
make a career change?

But I do like it.

I like the challenge.

When someone dies,
I’m their last witness.

I make sure people

know what happened.

Kim:
It’s over, Rita,
she ruined everything.

What the hell am I going to do?

( Machine beeps )

Oh, great.

( Busy signal )

( Rings doorbell )

Hello?

Kim?

Paul?

Think she left?

I don’t know.

Uh, Kim?

Rita:
Is anyone here?

Hello?

Kim?

( Grunts )

Whoa!

Was I going
too fast?

Maybe.

There will be
a lot of upset guys

when you waste
this fitness test.

Planning on being
one of ’em?

Do I hear a challenge?

Only if you plan on buying
an expensive dinner.

Listen, thanks for coming out.

I wanted
to check out

the track before the test.

And you wanted
to be there for me.

Yeah, yeah, that, too.

It never, never
gets any easier.

I don’t think

it ever gets easier,
losing a friend.

So, you going to
take time off?

No, I can’t let this one go.

Rita, her su1c1de
is not your fault.

Chris, Kim did not
commit su1c1de.

Kim had met this guy

and was going
to tell her husband

the marriage was over.

She was ready
to live again

not k*ll herself.

She sounded hysterical
on that tape.

The money was Kim’s.

Maybe the husband

felt the marriage
slipping away

and decided
to stage a su1c1de.

He has an alibi.

He was
with his girlfriend.

Yeah, his girlfriend.

And guess who
the girlfriend was?

Vicki gates.

Kim’s friend
and personal trainer.

Kim never knew who Paul
was sleeping with.

I don’t think
she wanted to know.

Maybe she found out,
she couldn’t handle it.

It looks like su1c1de,
I’ll give you that.

The pieces fit,
but the puzzle doesn’t work.

The whole thing is too neat.

Hello, Paul.

Hello, Rita.

Is this personal
or professional?

Well, a little bit
of both, I guess.

Little bit of both, huh?

What’s that supposed to mean?

I don’t think
Kim k*lled herself.

You, um...

You’re going to be a rich man.

Is that all you see?

I’ll admit,
Kim and I weren’t much

of a husband and wife anymore

but we were friends.

We were really in love once.

Yeah, I remember.

I don’t understand
how it all slipped away

but it did.

I had to get on with my life.

Vicki made me happy again.

If that drove Kim
to k*ll herself

it’s something
I’ll have to live with

the rest of my life.

But, it is not a crime.

Kim found out about you
and Vicki, didn’t she?

Yes, she knew
I was involved with someone

and I think she was hoping
that it would end.

When it didn’t, we just never
talked about it any more.

She was more than
her personal trainer.

They were friends.

Kim was upset

but more with me
than with Vicki.

Was, um, was Vicki here
last night?

No, I spent the night
at her place.

After Kim and I had
our... disagreement.

Is that how she got
the bruises on her arms?

I never touched her.

We were both upset.

There was a lot of pain

because things
weren’t working out

but I never
hit her.

What about her lover?

What lover?

She never said anything to me.

Was she happy?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Then why did she k*ll herself?

I don’t think she did.

I didn’t k*ll my wife, Rita

and I don’t know
anyone who would.

( Mumbling )

( Mumbling )

( Mumbling in return )

( Mumbling )

( Still mumbling )

What is this, some new form

of sexual harassment?

..

That’s normal.

It can’t be.

The way I feel, it should be

right off
the chart.

Come here,
let me feel it.

No, you’re
not hot at all.

You’re absolutely fine.

Well, I’m hot
inside, okay?

See, this is a bug,
I know this is a bug.

It’s eating
its way through.

Captain, are you
looking for a way out

of the fitness test?

Be careful.

I could bust you
to traffic detail.

Don’t stress,
stress is a k*ller.

Let’s just see...

What your
blood pressure is.

Well, looks fine.

Yeah. So what are you hovering?

Why aren’t
you working?

Did you find out
anything?

No, I did not find
anything out

but I know somebody
k*lled her.

Make me believe it

because I did

find out something.

What?

Paul dyer wields clout
with the right people.

He does not want
his wife’s memory exploited

by keeping this
unresolved

any longer
than necessary.

Are you telling me to bury this?

I’m telling you to do your job.

And find out what’s
taking Diana so long

with the M.E.’s report.

You’re stressing, cap.

Diana?

Thought I was going to

have to hire Lewis and Clark
to find you.

Hey.

Want some lunch?

Actually, I was hoping

you might have
some answers for me.

Vascular trauma to the wrists,
death caused by loss of blood.

Self-inflicted.

So, what about the bruises
on her arms?

Rough sex
with her mystery man?

There was semen present,
probably from the night before.

After all the time
she spent in the water

I was lucky
to find it.

But she did bleed
to death, right?

The actual moment of death
was caused by a heart att*ck.

Something
doesn’t fit.

We both know it

and I can only stall the process
a little while longer.

Once the report comes out

I will not have an official leg
to stand on.

Maybe...
Maybe we overlooked something?

Yeah, right.

And maybe we’re wrong.

Excuse me.

Hi, I’m Sergeant Lance.

Oh, you’re Kimberly’s friend.

She told me about you.

I’m Vicki gates.

Hi.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

No. No, thank you, I’m fine.

Really, it’s no trouble.

I’ll just call Maria.

I’m investigating Kim’s death.

Yeah, Paul said
that you suspect him.

No, I didn’t exactly say that.

I’m trying to find out
what happened.

Paul was with me all night.

I’ll swear to that under oath.

Well, good. Thank you.

That’s nice to know.

Don’t be too hard on Paul
because he was cheating on Kim.

It may be difficult
for you to believe this

but I was Kim’s friend, too.

I never looked
twice at Paul

until their marriage
was history.

Who was Kimberly
having an affair with?

Kim? She wasn’t.

Was she?

Yes, she was.

I can’t imagine she didn’t
talk to you about it.

People usually talk
to their personal trainers

almost like
they’re their shrink.

Well, she never
mentioned a thing

and we were pretty close.

I bet she didn’t
feel that way last night

when she found out about you.

I wanted to be straight
with Kim from the beginning

but Paul really didn’t think

she was stable enough
to handle it.

Not stable enough?

You knew her, you didn’t see it?

No, I saw a woman
who was in love

looking forward
to the rest of her life.

Kimberly lived
in fantasy, sergeant

she created perfect scenarios

and people

to play the parts

which is probably
where this lover came from.

She talk to you
about therapy?

No, but that probably
would have been a good idea.

But that’s pretty evident now,
isn’t it?

Man:
All right, sweetheart

give me that sexy look.

Yeah, that’s good,
that’s beautiful.

Give me that look,
that’s gorgeous.

Yeah, you’re so sexy.

Okay, yeah, that’s gorgeous.

You’re one pretty lady.

Now feel him on top of you.

Good, yeah.

Here, now let’s get hot.

Stretch out on your back.

Yeah, that’s good,
that’s gorgeous.

You’re so sexy.

Look, if you want him
to see it in the pictures

well, you’ve got
to feel it first.

You feeling it?

’cause I am.

Give it to me, come on.

Gorgeous.

Now, feel him
on top of you.

Yeah, that’s it.

Good, feel him
lying beside you.

Beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Okay.

If he doesn’t fall in love
all over again

after seeing these

have him declared
brain dead.

Are they really good?

Wait until tomorrow
and see for yourself.

You are one sexy lady,
never doubt it.

Mmm.

Excuse me, there was
no one out front

so I just came on back.

I hope you don’t mind.

A beautiful woman
is always welcome.

Well, thank you.

Is that how you do it,
you make them like themselves?

Everyone wants to.

Now you, you would take
the light beautifully.

I’d love to...

Photograph me?

First, why don’t you

tell me about these?

That’s Kimberly dyer.

Hard to believe you’re a cop.

Well, I am.

Sergeant Lance.

That’s a shame, you know,
because she was so sexy.

Look at the life in those eyes.

I can’t believe
she k*lled herself.

What do you know about her?

She wanted what they all want--

to believe in herself again.

Do you know
who she took those for?

I assume they were
for her husband.

And if they weren’t...

Did she ever mention
any names to you?

No, she never
mentioned a lover.

Sometimes there isn’t anyone.

What do you mean?

I create
a fantasy for them.

Some just want
to hang on to that.

What about Kimberly?

Hard to say.

Sometimes they invent
an imaginary lover.

You know, take away
the loneliness.

If my pictures help
ease the pain, hey...

I’m going to play their game.

Did you know her?

I’m not sure.

Thank you.

Uh, some of these leftovers
could use a shave.

Yeah, I know.

I didn’t get time to go
to the grocery store.

You said come over
for dinner.

Look, I know I did.

Let’s just go out to dinner.

I’ll buy.

Now all we need is vino

and we’re set.

All right...

Uh, this is good.

So, Chris

how well do you
think you know me?

Uh, besides what a great hostess
I think you are?

Very funny.

All right.

I can count the number

of stand-up people I know

on one hand-- bing, hmm?

That’s you.

So you think you know me
pretty well, huh?

That’s what I thought, too.

Kimberly.

Yeah, Kimberly.

Her su1c1de
is a slam dunk right now.

That’s a good choice,
it’s easy, it’s okay, but...

If you want to keep pressing

keep it simple.

Okay, um...

So, let’s walk through it.

Um, simple,
simple, simple.

Someone wanted to k*ll her,
for whatever reason.

Who could be the someone?

Could be Paul

could be Vicki.

But they claim
they were together.

Can you
cr*ck their alibi?

No, no, the two of them
are a locked pair.

I can’t put them
at the scene Y
of her m*rder.

What about
her new lover, though?

Who could be imaginary.

Yeah, he could be.

He?

Could it be a she?

No, no, it was
definitely a he.

Well, if he is imaginary...

That would be the Kimberly
I didn’t know.

The Kimberly I did know

was very much in love
with someone very real.

I could see it
in her eyes.

In that case,
you nail him.

You find him
and you peg him.

Kim was loaded, right?

Mm-hmm.

What do you do
for a hot new love?

Well, if you have money...

You buy him things.

Mm-hmm.

You buy him Cologne,
and sweaters, and toys.

I haven’t been able

to find a journal

but a checkbook might be
what I’m looking for.

Thank you very much.

You’re welcome very much.

What?

Uh, anchovies.

Ooh.

That’s why
I didn’t eat it.

Come on, give it up, you thief.

Hey, who the hell
services this thing, huh?

I don’t know,
captain.

How did you do this?

I just b*at the hell
out of this thing.

Woman’s touch.

Listen--

we got a problem.

I know, I can’t
go back to the Dyers’ house

without a search warrant.

It’s no longer
a crime scene.

Paul dyer pushed
all the right buttons.

What the hell does that mean?

Hey, don’t tee off on me, Rita.

I know you and Diana were
stalling on the M.E.’s report.

Come on, I can only look
the other way for so long.

So, so what is it?

It’s a closed case, su1c1de.

Paul dyer wants
to quietly get on

with his life.

Very important people
think he should be allowed to.

Maybe he’s covering up
for his wife’s m*rder.

Hey, look,
I don’t like this, okay?

I don’t like people
wedging my department

with political influence.

But when the chief
gives me a direct order

I follow it--
you know why?

Because I am a paid
public servant, and so are you.

So I suggest
you get back to serving.

Captain, if I can
get to Kimberly’s checkbook

I may find who did it.

Right now she
did it herself

so the checkbook
is off-limits.

I’m getting really close,
I just know it.

Listen, Rita.

Sometimes people’s rights

are a pain
in the butt, you know?

And sometimes people
manipulate the system

but for right now,
in a situation like this...

We just look the other way.

Rita

you know that if you
got something solid

I’ll go to the wall for you.

Yeah, so?

Nothing.

Look, I know

Kimberly dyer
did not k*ll herself.

This guy Rhodes is one hell
of a photographer.

He knows how
to pick the angles.

So you’re thinking about
having your picture taken?

You know, I was
contemplating that very thought

but you got to
help me decide this.

I can’t choose
between the black Teddy, right?

Or the two-piece

bra and panty set.

I don’t know what to do.

Why improve on nature?

You make a good point.

Oh, man, has this guy
got some racket, or what?

What do you mean, the women?

Well, yeah, yeah.

The women, I mean
this guy’s a photographer...

Photographers always score
the women, it’s depressing.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Think about this.

This guy spends his day
photographing babes in lingerie.

Not a bad way to spend your day.

Then he makes out
like Valentino

and he makes bucks doing it.

So I suppose you’ve
seen his balance sheet?

Uh, no, no

but I have seen this.

You see this sweet piece
of Italian machinery?

It’s worth...
Oh, man, , bucks, easy.

It’s probably just a prop, Chris

he probably
rented it for the sh*t.

A prop with a personalized
license plate?

Look at that: "My Dustin."

Rita:
"My Dustin."

So it’s probably a gift.

I get sweaters, Cologne--
this guy gets a Ferrari.

Where’s the justice
in that--

you are just
the best, thanks.

Well...

Well, I feel pretty good.

It’s a beauty, isn’t it?

Yes, it is,
yes, it is.

Most cars are not beautiful.

This, this is beautiful.

Um, look, I’m really
not going to buy this car.

( Mocking surprise ):
No!

No, no, I could never
afford one of these.

( Clearing throat )

Actually I saw

a man driving one of these

and, uh...

He was really gorgeous.

Well, driving one of these
makes any man look gorgeous.

Well, actually
this particular guy

he was in his s
and he had a beautiful smile

warm eyes.

And his license plate
said "Dustin."

Oh, I know that guy,
we sold him the car

but I think
he’s been scored.

He’s married?

Worse--

his girlfriend
bought him the car.

She’s loaded.

Damn it.

Uh, you’re sure about that?

Well, I’m pretty sure.

I didn’t sell it, though.

Let’s look it up.

Great.

Okay...

Registered
to Dustin Rhodes.

Mm-hmm.

Paid for
by Kimberly dyer.

Marina way--
she is loaded.

Well, thank you so much,
you really are a nice person.

Listen, if I ever do
want to buy one these cars--

honey, I hope by then,
I’m retired.

( Laughing )

Thank you.

( Loud rock music playing )

( Whispering: )
Dustin, yes...

( Moaning )

Oh, Dustin...

( Moaning )

Yeah.

Hey, get me a beer,
babe, please?

Dustin:
Hey!

( Groaning )

Hello?

( Rita grunts )

Hello, Rita Juanita.

Hi, Diana, how are you?

Fine.

How’s your head?

If you’re hearing bells,
I’m fine.

You have to be really
careful with a concussion.

That’s what
my doctor said.

And what else
did he say?

( Deep voice: )
Are you busy for dinner
Saturday night?

He probably wants
to keep an eye on you.

Yeah, or a hand or two.

So, did you get anything
I can use?

Rhodes was sh*t at close range.

A . tore through his heart,
shattered his spine

and blew pieces
of lung out his back.

His k*ller knew him well
to get that close.

In several ways.

He was k*lled right after sex.

And he’s a semen match
for Kim’s mystery lover.

Any clue who
was with him?

He had sex with a woman
before he was k*lled

but that doesn’t mean
she k*lled him.

Could’ve been a man,
a jealous husband.

Rita:
Or another woman,
a jealous lover

and that person
could’ve k*lled Kim, too.

But someone doesn’t bleed
to death the way she did

without a fight.

In a struggle like that, there
would’ve been blood everywhere

which there wasn’t.

They could’ve rendered
her unconscious

and slit her wrists.

Kim had no signs
of being struck

nor dr*gs that would’ve
incapacitated her.

All right,
let’s run through this.

She was in the tub
when her wrists were slit.

Someone had to know her
damn well to get that close

without making her
suspicious.

There’d have been
a struggle.

Unless she really
did commit su1c1de.

So why is
Dustin Rhodes dead?

Maybe it’s a coincidence.

I have to release
the body today.

Kim would want us
to try everything.

I’ll hold down the fort.

Why don’t you get to know
Dustin Rhodes a tad better?

Yeah.

( Phone ringing )

Yeah, Lorenzo.

I think I finally got something.

Good, because Diana is drawing
a total blank on this.

Dustin was making huge deposits
at regular intervals

and it looks a little too much
for a photographer.

But guess who’s
all over his books?

Kim. She was paying off
like a slot machine

along with a lot of other women.

You think they were
also Dustin’s lovers?

Well, I’ve got
his appointment book

so that gives me a start.

You won’t believe
who was in his book.

Charmaine Donnelle.

The romance writer?

You’re kidding me!

Partner, you be careful, okay?

Stepping on toes in this arena
could be a career-ender for you.

Well, I could always
take up golf, you know.

Yeah.

You be careful.

Thanks.

Talk to you later. Bye.

Thank you.

Mrs. Donnelle.

Sergeant Lance.

How do you do?

Good, nice to meet you.

Please sit down.

Thanks.

I’m writing a romance novel

fueled by the gossip
of my little neighborhood.

You know, lust,
blackmail, m*rder.

Which is why
you’re here.

Then you know
about Dustin Rhodes.

Yes, he inspired
one of my characters.

Did you meet Dustin
through his work?

How tactful.

Yes, he photographed me.

Did your sessions with Dustin...

Did they, uh, go further
than photography?

Oh, yes, he enjoyed women;
I enjoyed him.

Look, I’ll be Frank,
I have some records.

You paid him quite
a bit of money.

Fantasies aren’t always free,
sergeant.

He was worth every penny of it.

Paying him was
part of the allure.

Was it a woman?

We’re not quite sure yet.

How did you meet Dustin?

Through my personal trainer.

Vicki gates.

Mm-hmm. She keeps
the cellulite off

a few of the women
who lunch.

Did you ever suspect
Dustin and Vicki

of working together?

Oh, yes, as soon as he
started asking for money

to continue our fling.

By then I was so addicted
to the whole thing

I didn’t give a damn.

And do you still see her?

No, when Dustin and I
ended our "arrangement"

I didn’t really want to have
her around anymore.

But I do miss those b- sh*ts.

Vicki gave you b- sh*ts?

Mm-hmm.

I hate needles
but she was so good at it.

In and out

and I never
felt a thing.

I couldn’t say that
about Dustin.

This has been very helpful.

Thank you very much.

What are you

calling the novel?

Love bandit.

Diana, hi, it’s me.

Have you released
Kim’s body yet?

I’m finishing up the paperwork.

Good, hang on to it for me.

Look for a needle mark.

There were no dr*gs
in her system.

If you find a mark
I think the needle was empty.

I’ll check.

Okay, girls,
it’s looking good.

Now take it around,
take it around.

That’s it, now drop hands
and rush in.

Okay, now rush out.

Great, take it around
one more time.

Great, girls, thanks a lot.

Let’s get ready
for the next set-up.

It’s looking
really good.

We’ll move to the
next set-up, the one...

This is quite
a production.

It’s something

I have wanted to do
for a long time.

You got Paul to pay for it
with Kim’s money.

Paul thinks it’s
a good investment.

Since we
aren’t friends

and Paul isn’t here

this can’t be
a social call.

My job isn’t
finished yet.

With the right phone call,
that job could disappear.

This is harassment.

This is about
Dustin Rhodes.

You heard about his m*rder?

Still like to make

that phone call?

What do you want?

You referred quite a few clients
to Dustin.

Some women need a boost
to their self-esteem.

Lonely, vulnerable, rich women.

You knew
it would lead

to more than
just photographs.

They were adults,
what they did was up to them.

Dustin convinces them
they’re in love.

Then they have
to pay him off

to continue the affair.

I think you two
were partners

and you had something
to do with his m*rder.

That’s what I think.

If we were making
all that money

why would I k*ll
the golden goose?

Maybe you found
another goose.

Oh, by the way

you still giving
those wonderful b- sh*ts?

( Knocking at door )

Who is it?

It’s me.

Diana, come on in.

Hi.

Hi.

Well, you were right.

What, an injection mark?

Yes, injected at an angle

Kim couldn’t possibly
have administered herself.

In a place you wouldn’t
expect to find a needle mark.

An empty syringe

filled with
nothing but air.

Forced into her veins

it expands
under pressure

and when it reaches
the heart, it ruptures.

So, Kim did die
of a heart att*ck.

Yes, I was right about that

just not
what caused it.

So, whoever cut her wrists

they did it after the injection
to make it look like su1c1de.

Her blood pressure fell
after death.

I guess the k*ller used massage

to get enough blood
out of her body

to make it look good.

So that’s why there was
no struggle, no mess.

And the bruises--

probably from holding her
in the tub

while the air
went to her heart.

They knew what
they were doing.

I don’t have
any way

to tie anyone to the m*rder.

I can’t help you
with that one.

But I can tell you,
it was not su1c1de.

You are an angel.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, you’re welcome.

It’s been right in front of me

the whole time.

( Kim on tape: )
It’s over, Rita.

She ruined everything.

What the hell am I going to do?

I thought Kim was talking
about her fight with Paul

when she found out
Vicki stole her husband.

Still makes sense.

Which is why we bought it.

But something
always bothered me.

Kim had known her marriage
was over with Paul for months.

So why all
the sudden hysteria?

"She ruined everything"
didn’t just mean her marriage.

It means everything.

Kim was in love
with Dustin, right?

She finds out
Vicki took her husband.

But-- what if she also finds out

that Vicki and Dustin
were partners and lovers?

One woman ruins
everything.

Right, Kim and Dustin were
k*lled by someone they knew

Vicki knew ’em both.

Vicki was also the one
making all the moves

towards Kim’s money.

She seduces Paul while
Dustin collects from Kim.

You can bet he split
that money with Vicki, too.

Now, what about Paul?

My guess is,
he’s just a pawn in all this.

He’s infatuated with her,
he’s her alibi.

We don’t cr*ck him,
we got no case.

If Paul has no idea
what’s gone on

maybe that’s just
the button to push.

You sweat Paul

and I will shadow
the black widow.

I think she’s already
k*lled a couple of times.

You be careful.

You, too.

If Paul’s not a pawn,
he’s in on this.

Yeah, bye.

Paul.

We have to talk.

Pull up a chair.

This is serious.

So am I.

No!

Stop it, Paul.

Damn it,
I mean it.

Okay, what is it?

I’m sorry, I am so
afraid of losing you.

Don’t worry, I’m here.

I’m not going anywhere.

I love you, Vicki,
I’ll do anything you want.

Now, what’s wrong?

Your friend, Rita,
was here today.

What’s she want?

She says they’ve got
new information.

About Kim, huh?

Yes, she says
they’re going

to put you away
for k*lling her.

Put me away, huh?

She was really pressing.

Trying to get me

to take back my
alibi for you.

But it’s the truth.

After Kim and I fought

I spent the night
at your place.

I was there when you
got home, remember?

She is really making
a big deal out of this.

You don’t get it,
do you?

She is convinced you
k*lled Kim to get her money.

I’m afraid she’s contrived

some kind of evidence
against you.

You know when the cops
are hot to make a bust

they can distort and twist
everything against you.

But it would all be lies.

Sweetie, we had an affair

right under your wife’s nose
for six months.

You wind up with her money.

How do you think that looks
to the jury?

The cops know
you fought that night.

But she was alive
when I left.

And you came to me--

the woman who loves you

the woman who wants
to protect you

the woman they can make
the jury believe

would lie for you.

This can’t be happening.

Sweetheart, you would not be
the first innocent man

to get the death penalty.

I better call my lawyer.

They’re the law.

You won’t stand a chance.

Well, I got to do something.

That something
is get the hell out of here.

It doesn’t matter where we are

as long as
we’re together.

Leave the country?

With enough money,
we could disappear.

Buy a sailboat

move on
when we have to.

I can’t liquidate everything.

No, just the money now.

You can wire for the rest later.

I guess there’s nothing
keeping me here.

Nothing but a jail cell.

But we have to do it right away.

Today, before they
get wind of a thing.

We could never come back.

I know.

You love me that much?

I love you that much.

Well, you must have made
quite a withdrawal.

What do you want?

I’d like to talk to you.

I’m going home.

No, you’re not.

You’re coming with me.

You can bring
your piggy bank with you.

Am I under arrest?

No, but you can be.

Come on, let’s go.

( Sighs )

You know, you could do a lot
with this money.

Only if you’re not
in prison

or you’re not dead.

Is this your good cop-
bad cop routine?

I’m the only one here.

Which are you?

Take a wild guess.

Does this have a point?

Yeah, you’re a prime suspect
in two murders.

Two?

Two, yeah.

I would like you
to meet a photographer.

His name is Dustin Rhodes.

Mr. Rhodes did not take
this picture.

He did, however,
take these.

I know nothing about this.

I never met this guy.

Mmm.

Kim was really in love with him.

So?

Vicki introduced them.

Is this going somewhere?

Vicki would introduce Rhodes
to wealthy women like Kim

with usually
failed marriages like yours.

Rebound love.

Then Rhodes
would convince them

that they were his
one and only

and they would start
paying off.

He’s a lowlife jerk.

Yeah, he’s a lowlife jerk

with a high-class act.

And a clever partner.

Any of this add up?

Vicki?

Vicki, yeah.

She’s been getting
your money from both ends, Paul.

Dustin milks Kim,
Vicki milks you--

con artist playing
two suckers.

That’s absurd.

I gave Vicki
everything she wanted.

Yeah, sure you did.

As long as you had access
to Kim’s money.

What if she wants
a divorce?

The scam was really going
too well.

Kim found out that Vicki
and Dustin were also lovers.

How do you know this?

Just an educated guess.

But Kim did not commit su1c1de.

She was injected
with a hypodermic needle

probably by someone
that she knew.

You think I injected her
with dr*gs?

Not dr*gs, no.

And maybe not you.

You said, after you
and Kim fought

you were at Vicki’s
all night, right?

Yes.

And Vicki was
with you, all night.

Well, she wasn’t there
when I first arrived

but she came in
shortly after that, yeah.

See, after you and Kim
had a fight

she went to Rhodes for comfort.

She found him in bed with Vicki.

That’s when
the whole scam

started unravelling
for Vicki.

So she follows Kim

back to your house.

Kim’s in the bathtub.

Vicki comes in and
starts apologizing

all the time getting
closer and closer.

She grabs Kim.

She jams a needle
into her

and she blows an air bubble
into her vein.

Holds her into the tub

waiting for the bubble
to explode into her heart.

She slashes her wrists.

Massages the blood
out of the dead body

making it look like su1c1de.

What kind of woman
is that, Paul?

And what’s she going
to do to you

some balmy night
in paradise

when she’s tired of you?

Paul:
I want to talk about this.

We have to leave now.

Not until
I know everything.

I never lied.

You just left
a few things out.

I love you,
but I want the truth.

Now start
with Dustin Rhodes.

Everything
I have ever done

is because I love you.

Haven’t I always
made you feel good?

I don’t want

any secrets
between us.

Dustin and I were partners.

So, you set Kim up

and you took
advantage of me.

I fell
in love with you.

I wanted to tell you everything
from the beginning

but Dustin threatened
to expose me

unless I slept with him,
and Kim found us that way.

Honey, she was
going to divorce you

and not leave you a dime.

You k*lled them both.

So we could be together.

If we leave now
and don’t look back

we could still do that.

There it is.

There’s your truth.

Can you live with it?

And live with me?

I know everything you like.

And I can do it over

and over

and over.

And--

you... bastard!

She made him.

It’s okay,
we got what we need.

You want to be together, lover?

You want

to be together?!

Don’t, don’t!

I am not going down alone

you’re coming with me.

Put the g*n down!

( Grunts )

The sweater’s
history, but...

You’re going
to make it, pal.

Welcome
to my aerobic class.

Thank you
very much.

Thanks, cap.

So, that quack doctor
of mine

gave me a clean bill
of health.

All:
Oh, good.

In that case I have
your entrance number

for the obstacle
portion

of the fitness test.

Rita:
We both took it

and we are
tied for first.

Number one.

Obstacle course?

To see if you’re in shape
for chasing the bad guys.

I know how
to chase the bad guys.

Oh, sure you do

you just tell us
to go find them.

That’s right.

And I’m in great shape
to do that.

Time out here.

You said everybody
had to take this test

in the first place.

Think you’re
above the law?

I am the leader

and the leader has to eat
to keep his strength up.

Rita:
Mm-hmm,
corned beef, huh?

Uh...

That’s very
fattening, cap.

Rita:
Very fattening.

I think you should

have this water.

Be good for you.

Let’s split this
and call our bet a draw.

Rita:
Only if I get
the pickle.

Chris:
Done deal.

Drink up, captain.

Yeah, enjoy.