06x22 - Pretty in Black

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- Foster, please don't, don't.

- I love you.

It's okay.

Listen, we can't see who you,

- no.

Help.

- Boy, you'd think after
attending a seminar entitled

the importance of details of a crime scene,

this wouldn't have happened.

- I do not leave out important
details of crime scenes.

- Yeah, well what I
heard is that your ability

to assemble details of a crime scene

is proportional to your
own personal habits.

- And I have the habit of giving you

the tickets when we travel.

I always give you the tickets.

And speaking of details,
why didn't you check

to see if you had the tickets?

- Why would I check the tickets
that I knew you had already

because I knew that I didn't have them.

Good evening passengers.

- My friend.

Would you mind doing that somewhere else?

What time is it?

- Sweetheart, please don't touch my hair.

Thank you.

It's very late.

- I can tell by your tone of voice

that you're still blaming me.

It's not my fault.

- No, of course it's not your fault, Tom.

It's nobody's fault.

However, I would have
made sure to check that I had

the airline tickets before
I tried to get on the plane.

- See?

That's blaming.

My friend.

I'm very serious about you stopping.

Okay.

If you take the long view on all of this,

it's good that we get
to travel by bus, huh?

We get to mix with a whole
different group of people,

and we get to see what the rest

of the country is really like.

Please stop, that bothers me.

- I find your sarcasm very unattractive.

I thought that I gave you the tickets.

- If I had the tickets, we
wouldn't be sitting here.

- All right, my little

it's time for you to pay.

- That was a terrific display of adulthood.

You little monster.

I told you not to touch my hair.

Now, beat it before I
handcuff you to the door.

- I've heard that traveling
can be very stressful.

- Really?

Never bothered me.

St. John.

Oh, Harry.

Uh-huh, yeah.

Well, we're supposed to be home, yeah,

but we had a little mix-up
with the tickets, uh-huh.

Hang on, okay wait,
just let me get a pencil.

Do you have a pencil?

- Hey, Harry.

What do we got?

- Looks like a felony-m*rder
committed during a burglary.

Victim was foster Scott.

What is that smell?

- Tom got carsick on the way back.

- I did not get carsick.

It's a bad reaction to some

barbecue roadkill she made us eat.

- Carsick, roadkill, the
fact is, you threw up.

- So did you.

- Only after you threw up on me.

- You're still blaming me.

- No, I'm not.

- Yes, you are. - No, I'm not.

- How about, we focus?

His wife states that he tried to stop

the thieves, and they shot him.

- What'd they take?

- The insurance company's
doing an inventory now.

Mrs. Scott, these are
sergeants Ryan and St. John.

They're gonna be working the case.

- This is my friend, Kristin Campbell.

- What happened to your lip?

- Oh.

After they shot foster,
they just kicked me.

- Were you and your husband upstairs

when they entered the house?

- No, no.

When they broke in, we were right here.

- Well, how did they
bypass the alarm system?

- Well, we set it when
we went out to dinner,

but I guess when we came
back, we forgot to reset it.

- All this art, and you didn't
arm the security system?

- Well.

- Last night was their
six-month anniversary.

I think they had other
things on their minds.

- Are you a neighbor, Ms. Campbell?

- It's Mrs. Campbell.

I met the Scott's while I
was showing them the house.

- Do you sell real estate
here in palm beach.

- Yes.

- Ah.

- I thought we knew all the

real estate brokers in palm beach.

- I work on my own.

I used to work for Nancy chalmers.

The Scott's actually encouraged
me to go it on my own.

- Mrs. Scott, do you remember
what the thieves looked like?

- No, not really.

I mean, they were wearing
black, and they had on masks.

And they just shot him.

He hadn't done anything,
and they just shot him.

- Will you stay with her
tonight, Mrs. Campbell?

- Yes, I've already called my husband.

- The insurance company give
you a take on what was stolen?

- Sometime after lunch, which reminds me.

I was thinking about
swinging by fat Henry's

on the way home, picking up
some lunch for franny and me.

Could I pick you guys up anything?

- Harry, please, let's not talk about food.

- Fine, I asked.

- Woodcock, run a check on
this frame for fibers, please.

- So, what do you think?

They only took the pieces they could carry.

- Why didn't they k*ll both of them?

- Well, no need to.

Mrs. Scott couldn't identify them,

so why risk the additional time and noise?

Oh, by the way, was I the first officer

on the scene, or were you?

- I was, why?

- I need you to sign for this.

- What?

- I think it's Mr. Scott's left lung.

- Actually, I was the second officer,

and I'll check with the neighbors.

- Hey, franny.

Fat Henry's doubles.

- No onions.

- No onions.

- You know, franny, I live
every little round bit of you.

- What's that, darling?

- I said how much I love your roundness.

Oh, your little round cheeks,
and your little round tush.

- You're telling me I'm fat, aren't you?

- No, honey, that's not what I said.

Well, it is what I said,
but it's not what I meant.

- Of course not.

You probably meant round, as in bulimic.

- No.

Franny.

I, franny.

It's all right, Harry.

I should probably thank you.

Although I wish you had told
me earlier on in our marriage

that I reminded you of slaughterhouse cow.

- All right, thanks.

Jessica Scott, nee stilton.

No criminal record, born in alpine, Oregon.

Graduated Magnum cum laude, Stanford,

blah, blah, blah, blah.

Formerly married, divorced.

- Insurance report.

They set a value on
the stolens at five million.

Only upper-end goodies were lifted.

- Educated.

Very well-instructed, or
very, very lucky criminals.

- Watched them go to
dinner, waited for them

to return home, and then hit them.

It's a typical pattern for a fall-and-haul.

- Yeah, they just happened to catch them

on a night when they
forgot to turn on the alarm?

I don't know.

- And wasn't it you who
locked the keys in the mustang

with the engine running on our first night?

- Do you have any happy
memories of our marriage at all?

Or is it all just a nightmare
twisted inside a tragedy?

- Oh no, I think I was
very happy that night.

- Yeah, actually, come to think of it,

I was kind of spectacular, wasn't I?

Okay, maybe they
forgot to turn on the alarm.

- Going after a prize this
size could make the thieves

very patient, but odds on, it wasn't

the first time they
followed the Scott's home.

- Have you seen my watch?

- Have you tried your wrist?

- No, Cassidy, I'm serious, I
had my watch this morning.

- Oh, first the airline tickets,

now your watch. - I did not

lose the airline tickets.

- Well, did you take it off when
you got carsick on the bus?

- I didn't get car sick, and no, I didn't.

- The lab guys found
this at the Scott's house.

Took 'em an hour to determine it was yours.

- Ah-ha, the strap was
gone, do I didn't lose it.

- Uh-huh, and you didn't
know it was gone, either.

Harry, want one?

- Franny and I are
altering our diets somewhat,

but thanks very much for asking.

So, I spoke to Nancy chalmers.

She confirms, yes, that Kristin
Campbell did work for her.

She hired her as a favor to
her husband, Bart Campbell.

- Ooo, nice favor, getting palm beach's

number one realtor to hire your wife.

- She was only there for three months,

then she left to start her own firm.

- No ID, no prints, no nothing.

This case should solve itself.

- Well, sounds like it's time
to walk the fences, huh?

- I hate doing that.

Those guys are so,

- smarmy.

- Yeah.

Go away.

- Hey, turk, you're sounding good.

I dreamed that you two were dead.

- All this working alone
has made you a cynic, turk.

- So, you hear about the Scott's?

The world's a better
place when rich people die.

- Ho.

Hoo-ho. - Holy smoke.

- What the hell you doing with a snake?

We understand each other.

- Yeah, why am I not surprised?

- Look at the size of that thing.

What do you feed that?

Cops.

- Okay, so if you just
tell us who put the hit

on the Scott's, we'll be out of here.

When I work, I get paid.

- Mmhmm.

- Hurry.

- I oughta just throw in with
you right now and retire rich.

The spaniard knows.

- You'd think for $ , we'd
get more than three words.

He's on worth street.

Look at the paintings on the back wall.

- Thanks.

See ya.

- My name is Layton.

Would you like to sign our guest book?

- Oh, we're looking for the spaniard.

- The spaniard?

- Mmhmm.

- The ethno-European
guy the turk told us about.

- The turk?

- We're not in the mood,
miss, so where's the spaniard?

Or we could swing by the precinct

and discuss an accessory charge.

- My name is Layton.

Would you like to sign our guestbook?

- Okay.

- Oh boy.

- Where's your owner?

- It is perfect.

Call me after it is up.

I will come and visit.

- I am Ramon, how may I help?

No, no, no, don't tell me, I already know.

It is a big canvas you
are searching for, no?

But not a little one, not

it should be,

yes, I am right, no?

- The turk says hi.

- The turk?

Mmhmm.

- Who is the turk?

- Well, he says that you're
the man for what we want.

- It is maybe true that I
have heard of this turk.

Well, he says you fence the good stuff.

- I am offended that
he would say this of me.

We are done, you may go.

- Would you like to start
this conversation again?

- Maybe it is true that I
will take certain pieces

of art that are, how should
we say, difficult to sell,

but I am not a fence,
not like that tribal turk.

- Did you do business with the Scott's?

- Yes, oh yes, they are

why, just the other day,

he came by... - he's dead.

- Who is dead?

- Foster Scott.

He and his wife were robbed last night.

They shot and k*lled him.

- How will I help?

- Let us know when these
hots are on the market,

and who's putting them out.

- Yes.

This I will do.

Senora Scott, she is all right?

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

Where's Alex?

- Oh, she said she'd be
about five minutes late.

Seems pretty surreal, doesn't it?

- You know, I keep looking around

and thinking, did this really happen?

- How's your mouth?

- Hm, not so bad.

But right now, I'm
gonna go visit with police,

and see how they're
doing on foster's death.

- It's way too soon for you to
be doing something like that.

I mean, my god, the
robbery was only last night.

- I know.

I know.

It's just that, it'll make me feel better

if I know what they found out.

- You okay?

- I wish the two of you
would stop asking me that.

Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I thought we'd have dinner here tonight.

- Russell and I thought that we

would have dinner at the bistro tonight.

- I know that we all had plans...

- look, he's going out of town on business.

It felt like the right thing to do.

- Fine.

Go have dinner with Russell.

So, are we still on for tonight?

- Yeah.

- No onions.

- Ooo, thanks.

- Think we can Harry to pay for the turk?

- I don't see why Harry wouldn't approve

reimbursement of $ for an address.

- Snide.

Sarcasm.

You know, Cassidy, if I had known

these unattractive traits about you,

I wouldn't have asked you to marry me.

- You did, and you did.

- I have no choice but to k*ll her.

- Well, at least you
thought about it, Harry.

- She's taking this
dieting business too far.

The donner party ate better than we do.

I am starving, is that from fat Henry's?

- Yeah, it is.

- Onions?

- Hey, don't you can't have any.

- I wasn't askin', was I?

- St. John?

Uh-huh, okay, yeah, all right, got it.

Well, that was forensics.

They found a hair on the
picture frame at the m*rder scene.

One of the thieves was a white male.

Is that good news?

- Oh, hi, Mrs. Scott.

Have a seat.

Everything okay?

- I'm afraid.

I'm afraid they're gonna
come back and sh**t me.

- Well, that's gotta be
fairly remote, Mrs. Scott.

The thieves knew exactly what to take,

and left close to zero evidence behind.

- But you said that you know now

that it's a white male that did it.

- Well, that's not exactly
a narrow-down, Mrs. Scott.

As a matter of fact,
sergeants Ryan and St. John

are following other leads, aren't you, Tom?

- Right, yes.

In fact, the w*apon is somewhat exotic.

Not hard for a citizen
to get, but it gives us

some interesting angles
and avenues to pursue.

- You're not gonna solve this, are you?

- Statistically, the longer we go

without kicking up something,
the less likely the solution.

- I want to post a reward.

- I don't think a reward's
the answer, Mrs. Scott.

These guys just made a $ million hit.

A reward won't entice...

- I'm selling the house,
it's worth more than that.

If that's not enough, I'll get more.

- Mrs. Scott...

- how do I do this?

Who do I call?

Do I call Kristin, or my
bankers, or the lawyers?

Who do I tell that I want to pay $ million

to find out who k*lled my husband?

- Mrs. Scott, let me get you
and officer to take you home.

- I don't want to go home.

I want to know who k*lled my husband.

- So do we, and we will solve this.

Let me take you home.

- I think I'll got see lombardi.

If anyone'll know where
that guy came from, he will.

- Yeah.

Hang on, why don't you drop me off

at the Scott's neighborhood.

Maybe one of the neighbors
remembered something new.

Russell.

- You okay?

- You're a wealthy, free woman, Alex.

Be happy.

- You ready?

- After what happened to Jessica,

we made sure that we set the alarm.

- So, you just came out of the
kitchen, and they were there?

- Russell asked them what they were doing,

and they just shot him.

He hadn't done anything,
and they just shot him.

- Dolly tracks leading outside.

Tire tread marks are - 's.

Fits about , different vans and trucks.

Forensics is getting a plaster, anyway.

- Phone lines are cut, security system's

hooked up to a satellite.

What did the neighbors say?

- Heard the alarm go
off, but not the sh*ts,

and one woman thinks she saw a truck

after the alarm, but she's not for sure.

Anything from the wife?

- Repeat of the first m*rder.

Kabuki masks, black clothing.

Husband's k*lled for no apparent reason,

then she gets punched.

These guys don't vary

their pattern much, do they?

- Ah, but they did, cass.

They didn't wait for the alarm to be on.

Why?

- Isolated area, guys knew exactly

what they wanted, and
time wasn't important.

- I'm gonna find out who insured this art,

see if it was the same
company that covered the Scott's.

- What'd you lose?

- My wallet.

I had my wallet this morning,
I threw it in the back seat.

What?

- Have you experience headaches, blackouts,

dizzy spells, that sort of thing?

- You lost me.

- Well, that's pretty much
it in a nutshell, isn't it?

- Now look, no, no, cass,
I'm not going there with you.

- I don't mean to sound
like an alarmist, Tom,

but you might want to be concerned.

- Why?

- Well, in pure freudian terms,

losing things is a sure sign that one side

of the mind is trying to reject the other.

And in your case, that could be fatal.

I'm worried.

- Worry that I might kidnap you,

throw you aboard a fishing troller

manned with toothless,
sex-starved, overweight Russians

on their way to the arctic circle.

- Mmhmm, that's good,
denial, rage, it's all textbook.

It's okay.

Vent on me, Tom, I can take it.

Now, I know you're not gonna remember this.

But I'm there for you, partner.

Really, I am.

- Fine.

Mrs. Scott.

How's she doing?

- Well, I can honestly say that I know

exactly how awful Alex is feeling.

Why can't you stop this?

Why can't you arrest the
monsters that are doing this?

- Sometimes...

- what about the g*n thing?

You said before, that's important.

- Well, I said it was exotic.

Look, we're collecting the invoices

for the past couple of years.

Sometimes, it takes a
while to make the connects.

- They're gonna do this again, aren't they?

- I don't know.

It's fairly unusual that we haven't heard

about any of the things
that they've stolen.

- What are you implying, that they plan

to keep it for themselves?

- Not the pattern.

These guys are smart.

They know precisely what they want

from every place that they hit.

They're either doing it
because they know that they can

sell this immediately,
or they're consigning it.

- Jessica, Alex is asking for you.

- Mrs. Scott, they'll make
a mistake, they always do.

- Always?

- Can't you even support
me for more than a day?

- Franny, you're early.

- I know.

I was thinking about you, Harry.

I was thinking of how
lovely it's been that you have

joined me in my quest
for the thinner inner me.

I even brought some yogurt
dip and some celery sticks

to tide you over before our lunch.

Mmm, my, that does look delicious.

But it's not something we
round people can eat, is it?

- I don't know what I
was thinking, sweetie.

You're right.

We're in this together.

- No, no, no, no, Harry.

I see that some roads
are better traveled alone.

- Franny.

No, franny.

- Franny.

My, don't you look lovely today.

- Oh, bless you, Tom, bless
you, for seeing the real me.

- And I thought you were not
only a colleague, but a friend.

- What exactly did I do?

- Jeez, Tom, this losing
thing seems to be spreading.

First, it's your stuff,
now it's your friendships.

- They're all gone.

Two down, and one to go.

- Win.

- We need to talk about something first.

We may be screwing up.

- Are you kidding?

We have been getting raves.

Right now, they're out
looking for a white male

who's got a g*n that
was stolen out of Illinois.

We've been perfect.

- So far.

I was thinking, maybe we
should scrub the last hit.

- Haven't I pulled the
trigger twice for you.

- Let a year go by, the case'll
get cold, then we'll finish.

- You do this, and I
will bring us all down.

- Kristin, you're not
thinking this through.

- No, what I see here is the short straw.

And you know what?

I don't even remember getting to draw.

What is the screw-up?

- Well, the guy cop's puzzled

because the art's not being fenced.

- So?

- So... - so, if it doesn't

go on the market, they
start looking for an inside job.

- Exactly.

- I still say we risk it.

- And I still say we're being stupid.

- Well, we haven't been yet.

You're brighter than most, Jessica.

You'll figure it out.

- Well, nothing unusual
about the tire tread plaster,

except our thieves had
a nail in the right front.

- Swell.

We'll just start arresting everyone

with a flat tire for the next month.

Something's bothering me, Cassidy.

- Your missing wallet?

- No, that was in the backseat, thank you.

Both Jessica Scott and Alexandra Harper

described the sh**t of
their husbands exactly the same.

- Well, there's only so
many ways you can say it.

- No, both of them said, and
I quote, they just shot him,

he hadn't done anything,
and they just shot him.

- Maybe Alexandra heard Jessica say it

after her husband was shot.

- Alexandra wasn't there, only Kristin.

Ryan.

When?

No, no, we'll get back to you.

That was the spaniard,
the hots have hit the street.

Oh no, please.

So, what's the word?

- I got a telephone-oh call.

- Man or woman?

- I'm not sure.

- How can you not be
sure if it was a man or,

no, nevermind.

What did they say?

- The person ask me if I knew anyone

who was in interested in
goya y lucientes' nude Maja.

- What did you tell him, her?

- I said, I might, then
I make the call to you.

- Well, how are you supposed

to get in touch with the caller?

- Well, they are going to call me back.

What do you wish me to tell?

- Tell 'em you got a cash buyer.

I'll do it right here.

With the g*ns, with me?

No, no, no, this is impossible to happen.

- No, it's not.

Turn off the lights.

Come on.

- But it very dark.

- That's the idea.

- But we will not be
able to see who comes in.

- Do you think maybe that's
why they wanted the lights on?

- Ah.

You are smoking?

- Yes, that's part of the cover.

- You know, smoking bad for you.

- I know, please, be quiet.

So why are you still smoking?

- Look, if I put this
out, will you shut up?

Okay.

Showtime.

I don't see anything.

- It is authentic.

- Cassidy, Harry.

- Bastard.

- Clear. - Hold your fire.

In a Van, heading southbound.

- What the hell are you doing?

God.

- But she is a friend.

I did not think there would be harm.

- Then why the hell didn't you tell us?

- Because I asked him not to.

- I haven't even started
with you, all right?

- You haven't done anything.

My husband is dead, my
best friend's husband is dead,

and you don't have a clue
who the damn robbers are.

- We sure as hell had one tonight

before you started sh**ting.

- Oh, right, what were gonna do?

Buy the painting, and then
hope she leads you to the rest?

- Come on, Tom, let's get out of here.

- Jesse, I want to do
this right here, right now.

- Harry, I recommend
we do release her on or,

and we'll do the followup tomorrow.

- What is the matter with you?

- I think Cassidy's right.

We'll call you tomorrow, Mrs. Scott.

- You're both insane.

- Cassidy, get him the hell out of here.

- Come on, Tom, let's go.

Come on.

- Thank you, captain.

- Yeah.

Hey, Ramon.

You are in big trouble.

- Cassidy, who are you
to pull me out of there?

- She said she.

- What?

- She said she.

- She did. - She did.

"And you hope that she
leads you to the arrests."

Now, we've got to run background checks

on these three women, okay?

Will you get in?

- She said she.

What are you two doing here?

Alex got shot.

- How bad?

- Grazed up her arm,
it's bleeding like crazy.

We have to get her out of town.

- Oh yeah, right.

Her husband gets k*lled,

and she doesn't stick
around for the funeral?

What did I say?

- What?

- Whatever I said triggered something

in the girl cop's mind.

We've gotta roll this thing up.

- No, we are not leaving this unfinished.

- Kristin, what are you thinking?

We have k*lled two
people, one of us is shot.

We can't go on.

- We have to.

- Kristin, there's only
one play left, it's too hot.

We'll do your husband later.

- I swear, Jessica, if
you are setting me up.

- Look, look, Kristin,
between what Alex and I stand

to inherit, there will be
plenty of money for all of us.

Come on.

We have invested too much time

in this to push it any further.

It's the right thing to do, okay?

- Okay.

What do you want us to do?

- Get this place cleaned
up before the cops get here.

- Okay, what about the stuff at my house?

- Is it boxed?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Bring it to Alex's house.

I'll drive to Miami in the
morning, and mail it from there.

- You always were smarter than most.

- I still am.

- How's the diet going, Harry?

- The art of marriage is
the art of compromise.

- Uh-huh, I see.

So, you eat like a lumberjack
here, then you go home

and you pretend to
be on a diet with franny.

- Mmm, it's the perfect solution,

everybody's happy, why are you here?

- We were looking for you, Harry.

We know who the K*llers are.

- Jessica used the word she at the gallery,

so we ran full background
checks on not only

the three women, but their husbands, too.

- All three women went
to Stanford together,

and all of them had
husbands who were widowers.

- Am I supposed to be following this?

- They did it, Harry.

They k*lled their husbands.

It's the details.

The details.

- Anytime we make an observation

about the case, they make an adjustment.

We say how funny it is that the alarm

isn't set, and the next one, it is.

- We say how funny it is that the art

isn't on the market
yet, and then, suddenly,

it is.

- At any given moment, any
one of them can alibi the other.

- Yeah, but Cassidy,
this is all circumstantial.

- We push 'em, they'll fly.

- But if you're wrong, they
suit our butts for harassment.

- It's your call.

- What the hell is franny
doing on this cockamamie diet?

Doesn't she know what it's doing to me?

- It's not about you, it's about her.

- One little comment misinterpreted,

and I'm eating like a prisoner
of w*r, from the losing side.

- Harry, she loves you.

She just wants to know what
she's still appealing to you.

You know what?

Why don't you give her a call and tell her

how glowing her skin is,
and how bright how eyes are.

- Tell her that when she walks,

there's a bounce of joy in her step.

- Yeah.

All right, go.

Go push him, go, go.

Hi, sweetie, it's me.

Listen, have I ever told you
how you jiggle when you walk?

- Mrs. Scott, how ya doing?

- Ah, fine, thank you.

- Listen, I wanted to apologize

for losing my cool last night.

- Oh, well, you hardly owe me an apology.

It was I who was out of control.

I shouldn't have done that.

- Well, there ya go.

We're all apologized.

- I hope I didn't blow the case for you.

- Jessica, looks like you picked up

a nail here in your front tire.

- Oh, that's not mine, it's Kristin's.

But I'll tell her to get it fixed.

- Funny you should
mention Kristin, is she here?

- No, she went over to Alex's in her car.

I was planning to meet them later.

- Pretty close?

- Yes, yes we are.

- That's understandable,
given that you went

to the same college.

Same sorority, even.

- Well, we have worked at staying close.

- Do you mind if I use your phone?

- Oh, there's a phone in the kitchen.

- Thanks, but I'll use the
one I saw in the living room.

- Is that coffee I smell?

- Yes, I just made it, would you like some?

- That'd be great.

- Here you go.

- Oh, hey, thank you.

Did you spill something?

- Oh yes, I did.

But it needed to be recovered, anyway.

- So, you're taking it with you.

- I'm sorry?

- Well, you said you
were selling the house,

but I guess you're keeping the couch.

- Forensics will be here
in about half an hour.

We're gonna take a plaster
impression of that tire.

It's probably just a coincidence.

The truck used at the
robberies had one, too.

- Oh, Kristin's over here all the time.

- You know, you're probably right,

we're just wasting our time.

- See, last night, you said something

at the gallery that struck
my partner as a little weird.

- Yeah, you said that
the thief was a she, why?

- I did?

- You did.

Yeah. - Uh-huh.

- I don't know why I would have said she.

That's odd, isn't it?

- Yeah, we thought so,
and then all this time,

we've been trying to trace a white male.

How tall did you say the K*llers were?

- Average height.

' , ' .

- Well, the k*ller must
have been bending over

when he caught his cap
in the picture frame here.

- Stupid mistake, huh?

'Cause you think he would have felt it.

- Yeah, stupid.

Do you need me to wait
around for the forensic people?

Because I'd really like
to get on over to Alex's.

- It's okay by me, Tom?

- No.

It's ironic, isn't it?

- What's that?

- Well, I mean, here you are to a man

who's first wife was k*lled in a drive by,

and now, your husband's
k*lled by home invaders.

- Mrs. Scott?

I'm gonna have to apologize again.

Why?

- We forgot to tell you something.

- What was that?

- We should have the
K*llers in a matter of hours.

- Really?

- Really.

We would've had them
yesterday if he had've known.

- I'm sorry, I'm lost here.

- Blow Jack.

- What, like that car recovery thing?

- Sort of, yeah.

Well, the insurance
company called us about it.

- Your husband had locators put into

all the frames of your art.

Satellite's tracking it now.

Didn't he tell you.

- Of course.

- Goodness, all this wasted time.

I'm so glad you reminded me.

- Not a problem.

- Boy, is she a good liar.

- Not to mention a k*ller.

- Kristin.

Where's Alex?

- She's asleep.

- Well, wake her up.

The police know.

Kristin, don't fall apart on me now.

- Yeah, but if the police know.

- We'll only get caught
if the art is with us.

There's no locator on this.

- That's right.

- We lied.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

You have a right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Do you understand these rights?

You must be pretty proud of yourself, huh?

- I am, indeed.

- So, you just sat Harry and franny down,

and said grow up and
stop acting like children.

- Well, you've left out a couple

of the intricacies, but that's about right.

- You sure you don't want to
change your mind about tonight?

- Nope.

- Even if I paid?

- Nope.

- You want me to try again?

- It couldn't hurt.

That pretty much settles it, doesn't it?

Hungry?

- Yeah.

Candle's a nice touch.

- Thank you.

- Ooo.

What night do you think it was

that Harry and franny really
invited us over for dinner.

- I dunno.

Why don't we just ask
them when they get here.

- Mmm. - Mmm.

- That's good.