03x20 - The Deep End

[bunniefuu]

Excuse me.

Go easy
with the chemicals.

I want to use
this pool tonight.

You got it,
Mr. Jackman.

The water’s going
to be like satin sheets.

( Chuckling )

So, you’re having
a good time.

It’s wonderful.

I always dreamed

of being the rush
magazine centerfold.

No, no, no. Not yet.

Your interview week
hasn’t finished.

Don’t forget,
a big part

of choosing the rush
girl of the month is, uh...

Attitude.

My attitude is totally positive,
Mr. Jackman.

I’m totally positive

I’ll do anything
you want.

( Camera shutter clicking )

What was that?

Come on.

No, let’s do it here.
It’s not so deep.

Let’s do it here.

Let’s go back over there.
It’s not so deep.

This is nice.

Too nice
for a smut peddler.

I always wanted
an invitation to this place.

Keep your mind
on business.

I always do, cap.

Police business.

Oh, that business.

Diana, nice outfit.

Yeah. Is that legal?

Don’t you need
a permit

to wear that?

Keep your distance

or this guy might
jump off the gurney.

Any preliminary info?

He sucked up too much water
into his lungs.

Accidentally
or with some help?

There are no obvious signs
of a struggle,

but he had company
last night.

If Jackman is half
the sex freak

he was supposed to be,

he’ll have company
in his coffin.

Fingernail marks.

I’d guess a woman’s.

For the sake
of his reputation,

let’s hope so.

He could have gotten those
from a sexual encounter.

Accidentally, even.

Lipschitz:
It’s possible.

His trunks
were off.

Why would a woman
want to k*ll

a chauvinistic womanizer
like Neil Jackman?

I couldn’t tell you.

But I’ll bet women
in that mansion

have good reason.

Like January
through December.

Lipschitz:
It’s our duty to talk
to each one of them.

Yeah.

They all live in the mansion?

Rumor says it was mandatory
to stay on Jackman’s good side.

He doesn’t have
a good side anymore.

Yeah. Let me see something.

Looks like they were
made from the rear.

They start here,
then they get deeper here.

They go down and away.

I’d say that was right.

Jackman’s friend must have had
her arm around him from behind.

Keep the pool off-limits

until you finish checking
the filter system.

Jackman was married,
right?

Yeah. His widow
is editor of rush.

The job
keeps her quiet

and away from
divorce lawyers.

How do you know
all this?

I speed-read
the scandal sheets

at the supermarket
checkout stand.

You don’t believe
all that stuff.

Only the serious stuff.

Elvis, two-headed
babies from Pluto.

What?

Excuse me, miss.

Don’t I know you?

I’m Marilyn Peters,

rush of the month
in February.

Believe me,
he knows you.

I know you.

I haven’t seen you here before.

Who are you?

We’re police
officers, ma’am.

I’m Sergeant Lorenzo.

This is
Captain Lipschitz.

Isn’t it awful?

I’ve been so blue
ever since I heard.

I liked Neil.
He was a nice man.

So, you going
for a swim?

Yeah. I love to swim.

Do you ever swim at night?

Sometimes.

Go swimming
last night?

No. I went to bed early.

I have to get
my beauty Zs.

Miss Peters,
are you staying here?

Yes.

Thanks, Miss Peters.
We’ll talk to you later.

The pool’s off-limits.

Oh, okay. Thanks.

Thank you.

I don’t care.
Soften them up.

When those lights hit her skin,
I want you to think cream.

Excuse me.
Karen Jackman?

Call security.

Captain Lipschitz,
palm beach police.

Sergeant Lorenzo.

Ma’am.

This is a bad time.

Our condolences.

I’m not grieving.

I’m trying to get
my special issue ready.

I don’t have time
to talk to you.

This could
be m*rder.

Wouldn’t surprise me.

Neil was a hard, bitter man.

Everybody hated him.

Does that
include you?

Yeah, it does.

I suffered
the marriage

so I could edit the magazine.

Wouldn’t you rather

discuss this
in private?

No. I would rather
get on with my work.

Neil’s k*ller can wait.
His magazine can’t.

Mrs. Jackman,
did your husband

do a lot
of swimming at night?

Swimming?

No.

Neil used his pool
for his sexual frolics.

He wasn’t
a very good swimmer, either.

Either?

As opposed to what? Frolicking?

Was he in any trouble

you know about?

Not here.

Here he was king of this castle.

An absolute ruler.

What about outside?

I never kept track

of what Neil did
outside rush manor.

Did he keep
an appointment calendar?

Yes, he did.

In his office. Help yourself.

Everything’s here
for the asking in rush manor.

It’s open? It’s not locked?

Neil wouldn’t
tolerate locked doors.

If there was
hanky-panky going on,

he wanted to be in on it.

Well, here she is.

Miss rush of the year.

What took you so long?

I’m sorry.

Save the smile,
precious.

They’re cops.

So, how about her?

You recognize her?

In clothes?

Absolutely.
It’s the, uh...

It’s the
inner beauty thing.

Nice, tender lady,
that Karen Jackman.

What do you think she meant
when she said her husband

wasn’t a very good
swimmer either?

He’s a lousy lover.

Neil Jackman?

That’s like saying
Einstein couldn’t add.

Neil Jackman,
super stud: Rumor

or reality?

Hmm.

No locked doors, huh?

Shh! Wait, wait, wait.

There’s somebody in there.

Police officers. Open up.

( Whispering: )
Go, go, go.

Nobody.

Looks like

we interrupted somebody
tossing the place.

Before they found
what they were looking for.

Here’s
a locked drawer.

Man, this
has got to be

the pinup hall of fame.

Pinups or p*rn?

That depends on who’s
doing the looking.

Ahh! Bingo.

Yeah. Jackman’s
appointment book.

Got anything
for last night?

Nope. Blank.

Look at this.

Three times a week,

every week, up until last week,

a standing appointment

with somebody
he just noted as "G."

Uh-huh.
Keep going backwards, captain.

Maybe you’ll come
up with a name.

Hey, look. Got a file
of names and addresses.

Maybe there’s a match.

Here it is.

Galatea.

Galatea... sounds Greek.

Galatea was the mythical
Greek statue Pygmalion sculpted.

He fell in love with her,

and she came
to life.

What? I read.

Yeah.

Here it is.

Galatea, galatea.

Psychologist
and sexual surrogate

specializing in...

Sexual dysfunction.

You’re telling me
that Neil Jackman,

the sultan of smut,

was impotent?

Man:
Sure thing.

And I’m the king of England.

Atticus,
what are you doing here?

I work here.

But anyone finds me
talking to you,

my job is gone.

So promise me,
not a word.

An open door draws him
like a moth to a porch light.

That’s right,
go ahead, make fun.

But, when you hear

I got pictures
of who k*lled Neil Jackman,

y’all are going
to change your tune.

Everybody knew

a different
Neil Jackman.

His wife thought
he was a jerk.

February thought
he was nice.

February?

Rush’s centerfold
for February.

Marilyn Peters,
--.

Add ’em all up,

you get her I.Q.

Uh, ...

Never mind. It’s a joke.

Listen, Rita,

any chance
you’ll be done

with this trial
by tomorrow?

Not that I don’t enjoy
backstopping Lorenzo.

Chatting with
beautiful women.

But I got
a department to run.

I know it’s k*lling you,
captain,

but the D.A. SaiD

three or four
more days.

What happened
with those pictures?

Most are too dark.

The ones that aren’t

are sh*ts of people

hanging around
the mansion.

This is nice.

I know you hate
every minute of this.

Why don’t you guys
keep at it?

Neil Jackman

and his k*ller
in the pool, right?

So...

Has anybody
mentioned a reward?

Atticus, these
pictures suck.

They’re
all too dark.

Was I supposed to use a flash?

I wasn’t even
supposed to be there.

Did you see
who was with Jackman?

Well, like you said, too dark.

Why were you taking
pictures anyway?

Well, just a harmless,
innocent little photo record

of my time at rush manor.

You never told us

what kind of work
you do out there.

Huh?

Well, it’s just, uh, you know...
Pool man.

Can I have
my pictures back?

Wait, what did
you just say?

Did you say pool man?

What’s wrong with that?

It’s honest work.

You’ve never done
an honest day’s work

in your life.

The pictures?

You know what?

You take
the negatives,

we’ll take
the prints.

Let me ask you a question.

Here.

I recognize
Jackman, right?

Girls in bikinis, yeah.

Who’s this?

Don’t know.

Never seen her before.

She came out of
Jackman’s office

just before I
found you in there.

She was in
a big hurry, too.

Chris:
Why are you down here,
away from the main house?

I value my privacy.

Here, sit down.

Thank you.

What did Mr. Jackman
think about that?

He respected it.

When he asked me to live
at the mansion, I agreed,

but only if I could
have a separate cottage

far away
from the main house.

To avoid what
rush manor’s famous for?

I reside here as a model,
not a concubine.

I don’t understand, Candi.

Why live here at all?

I was July’s rush of the month.

Yeah, I caught
the issue.

( Laughs )

When you’re
rush of the month,

you’re expected
to attend a million events,

so I’d be here
hours a day anyway.

You really think that’s why
the rush girls live here?

I’m not naive.

I mean,
there are good girls here

and there are bad girls here.

Just like there are

everywhere else
in the world.

It’s just that this place
is a little more glamorous.

What did you think
of Neil Jackman?

He was always a gentleman to me.

I guess that’s all I can go by.

You like to swim, Candi?

No.

Last night,
were you

near the pool for any reason?

I don’t go near that pool.

Unless I’m required
to for a photo sh**t.

It’s just, there’s something
about that pool that’s dirty.

Do you know
what I mean?

Yeah, I think I do.

I appreciate it.

( Doorbell rings )

Yes?

Captain Lipschitz,
palm beach police.

I want to talk
about Neil Jackman.

I know who he is,
but I don’t know Mr. Jackman.

Of course you do.

You’re his
sex surrogate.

We found this
in his desk

with his
appointment book.

Three times a week
for a long time.

Mind if I come in?

Excuse me.

Lipschitz:
Neil Jackman’s dead.

We think he was m*rder*d.

I heard he was dead.

He was a patient of mine,
until recently.

How recently?

He told me he no longer
required my services

a few days ago.

I haven’t heard from
or seen him since.

Were you treating him
for sexual dysfunction?

That, captain,
is privileged information.

I’m a licensed psychologist.

Mr. Jackman was my patient.

Under the law,
you’re not entitled

to any of the details
of his treatment.

Sex psychologist
turns sexual surrogate.

Kind of working your
way down a little.

I get results now, captain.

More than I ever did
behind a desk.

Laura Gallo.

Is that your real name?

Yes.

Then why do you call
yourself galatea?

She’s the statue.

If you’re creating
beautiful things out of nothing

why not name yourself

after the sculptor?

I appreciate your knowledge
of mythology, captain,

but I’m expecting a patient.

And nothing could
be a bigger thr*at

to the men who come to see me
than a cop.

Okay.

Lipschitz:
Jackman d*ed of asphyxia--

half-drowned,
half-choked to death.

His trachea
was severely compressed,

possibly by a choke hold
applied from the rear.

There’s a lifeguard
choke hold

that neutralizes
the victim

so, if they panic,

they can’t hurt
the rescuer.

In this case,
rescuer/k*ller.

There’s no bruises?

No contusions
on the feet?

You know
this guy struggled.

I think he was drowned
in the deep end

where he couldn’t
stand up.

So the k*ller was
a strong swimmer.

She would have to be
to hold him down

and herself up.

She? You’re not definite
on that yet, are you?

Diana thinks
the scratches on his stomach

were caused by a woman.

It’s just a guess.

The report says
seminal fluid traces

were present.

What does that mean?

Diana said it means
extreme arousal, no ejaculation.

Bummer.

Semen traces?

Didn’t you say he was impotent?

Enter galatea,
maker of men and small miracles.

A sexual surrogate that
treated him in his home.

That’s pretty dicey.

It could be her.

We found her at the mansion

going through Jackman’s office.

And she lied to me
about being there.

But we know she was

because of
this picture.

So she’s got a way

in and out
of the estate.

That gives her
opportunity.

What about motive?

What about means?

Could she do it
the way you think she did?

Chris is going
to find that out.

I want you to feel her out,
as a patient, undercover.

Not a joke,
not an option.

No. Give me a break, cap.

I did.

I made you an appointment.

Yeah, not going to happen.

( Phone rings )

Yeah. Lipschitz.

Okay, I’ll tell her.

They want you
back at the courthouse.

Oh, okay.

Uh, not in this lifetime.

I’m shy.

Isn’t that why you’re here?

Why are you wearing a t-shirt?

You said on the phone
that was part of your fantasy.

That, and making love
in the water.

You look different
than I expected.

What did you expect?

Mmm... dyspeptic.
Older.

Bad vision,
thinning hair.

A man losing
his confidence.

Real name’s
probably Charlie.

Charlie!

I think that... I’m just
a little bit nervous here.

It’s okay
to be nervous.

It’s okay to be

anything
you want to be.

I’m here to be

anything
you want me to be.

That’s why I call
myself galatea.

You can make me
any way you wish.

I’m your possession,
your creation.

The perfect love partner
you’ve always wanted.

Okay, I get it.

I like that.

Good.

Are you coming in?

( Muttering: )
I guess I have to.

Yes, I’m coming.

You don’t have to
if you don’t want to.

Remember,
I’m your creation.

Yeah, I guess a guy
could get pretty hung up

on his own personal
customized love partner.

Isn’t that how Pygmalion

impaled himself
on his own tool?

I feel your resistance, Chris.

You have a problem.

You do have
a problem,

don’t you?

Yes.

I think you would
like your perfect woman

to be aggressive.

Yes, that’s right.

Take off your robe.

Are you going to
wear all that?

Hey, now, I told you
that I was shy.

Get into the pool.

That’s an order.

Mmm, I like that.

Come close to me, Chris.

Your chest to my breast.

Do it.

What do you want, Chris?

Uh...

More orders?

I’d like to make
love in the pool--

in the deep end--

and I can’t swim
very well.

Turn around.

You’re a cop.

That’s what Jackman
liked, wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it?

In the pool, yes.

But not in the deep end,

and only this pool--
secretly.

He would have d*ed

if anyone knew
he’d had sex therapy.

And he did.

If that information got out,

his magazine--
his whole sex kingdom--

would have been a limp joke.

You could make
a lot of money

just keeping
your mouth shut.

Are you accusing me
of blackmail?

What did he do, hmm?

He refuse?

He thr*aten
your license?

You were at the mansion
yesterday

going through his stuff

to erase that paper trail
that linked him to you.

He was
your patient,

and you were
with him

the night
he was k*lled.

Leave now or
I’ll file charges of harassment

and illegally attempting
to obtain

privileged
information.

That’s no way to talk
to the lover who created you.

You probably do
need a surrogate, you wimp.

Not the clo...

Not the clothes.

Lipschitz:
Did your husband
have an affair with Candi?

Karen:
An affair? No.

( Sighing )

All right,
all right, so, uh...

Maybe not an affair.

Maybe a...

Maybe
a one-time thing.

It’s possible.

Is it?

Was he capable?

You don’t

have to protect
his image anymore.

The magazine is all yours now.

He was seeing

a sex surrogate,
did you know that?

Oh, what’s the difference?
A sex surrogate, a hooker.

You pay them both
for the jollies, right?

Well, I think it’s a question
of training and technique.

One is...

Treatment,
and the other

is not treatment.

That’s what I thought.

Yeah, well,
I figured

he was hooked up
with somebody,

trying to get straight,
so to speak.

What made
you suspect?

He was my husband, captain.

I knew him like a one-page book.

We hadn’t had sex
for years, but I knew

that, for the last six months,

he hadn’t played around
with any rush girls, either.

And the downtime
was k*lling him.

Especially
after Candi showed up.

When was that?

About three months ago.

Around the time
these pictures were taken.

Right before he started
with galatea.

Galatea?

Listen, as a wife...

When would you guess he...
Graduated

with his therapy?

Maybe the night
he drowned.

He was as nervous as
a virgin in a cat house.

Too bad he didn’t
survive the ceremony.

What were you doing
that night?

Sleeping.

Alone.

Were you ever a lifeguard?

Are you kidding?

I was a model, like Candi.

Only prettier.

You had the most to benefit

from your husband’s
death, didn’t you?

Neil was burning his wick
at both ends.

It was just a matter of time.

And I was willing to wait.

Service.

Lorenzo, you looking
for suspects
or prospects?

Oh, whatever works.

Any holes
in the Jackman story?

She’s as tough and hard
as an old knot.

Yeah.

She’s convinced
Jackman had his

ultimate climax
with Candi.

Candi doesn’t
come across that way to me.

How does she
come across?

Stop already with
this boyish attitude.

She’s the rush
centerfold of the year

not the immaculate lady.

She’s not like
the rest of them.

She doesn’t come
across materialistic,

and she’s a quiet girl.

So was Lizzie Borden.

So she’s different.
I could be wrong.

But so could you.

Now, what did you
get on, uh,,,
Marilyn Peters?

Well, not much.

She’s young-- --
and she’s doing this stuff.

She came to palm beach
a year ago.

Was she ever a lifeguard?

Not on record.
Neither was the widow,

nor Laura Gallo a.k.a. Galatea.

What about candi?

Come on,
you’re like a pit bull here.

I got inquiries
out to Cleveland, Ohio.

That’s where the rush bio said
she’s from, but nothing back.

Okay. Stay on it.

( Camera shutter clicks )

More mammaries
for the memories?

Chris:
When are you going to get around
to cleaning the pool?

Okay, so I was
taking a few pictures.

Unauthorized by
rush magazine, no doubt.

What’s the scam?

No scam

I just, uh, like girls.

Ah-ha,
especially nude,

or pretty close
to it, huh?

The human body
does not offend me.

Eh... eh...

What’s going on
here, Atticus?

A friend of mine has a contract
to clean this pool.

He went fishing
for a couple of weeks,

so I’m filling in.
That’s all.

No, no, Atticus.

Hard work is not something
you would do for anybody,

not even a friend.

It’s just
a couple of pictures.

It’s like a kid
going to the zoo.

When would I
see sugar like this?

But then Jackman goes
and gets himself k*lled

and I start thinking,
photo essay.

Tabloids pay big money
for stuff like this.

Why would anybody
pay big money

for out-of-focus photographs
when they could open up rush

and see
these beautiful women

looking better
than in real life?

But rush magazine doesn’t
have pictures of Jackman

in his pool the night he d*ed.

Neither do you.

You can’t
see anything

in those pictures.

You ever hear
of computer enhancement?

Tried it.
Didn’t work.

You ever hear of creativity?

I think we should tell
Mrs. Jackman about this.

Ooh, that one!
I just hear the name

and I start
thinking brass monkeys.

Well...

Maybe we can get Atticus

to keep his eyes

and his ears
open for us.

I’m your snitch, or you’ll
rat on me to dragon lady?

Isn’t that extortion?

Yeah, that’s pretty much
what it is.

As long as you allow me
to maintain my dignity,

what choice do I have?

None.

What about Jackman?
Ever hear anything about him?

Any problems? Bad blood?

Y’all met Marilyn Peters?

Before Jackman

discovered her,
she was a stripper,

and the guy she worked for
wasn’t happy when she left.

Who might this guy be?

Don’t know.

But the club’s
a little burlesque joint

called "the student body."

Yeah, Marilyn Peters

had "star" written
all over her pretty little face.

I seen that the minute
she walked in here.

Yeah, she come
right off the farm.

Some jerkwater town in, uh...
Iowa or something.

Thank you, ladies.

How’d she end up
at the rush manor?

Jackman-- that creep--

he stole her away.

Heard about her.
He come in one night,

signed her on the spot.

Told her he was going
to make her a star.

He made her, all right.

You know that for a fact?

No.

But a guy like that...

Of course,
Marilyn wasn’t

no goody-goody neither
when it came to sex.

You know that
for a fact?

Yeah...

I know that for a fact.

Don’t get me wrong.

She ain’t no pushover
like some rush girls are.

She’s just, uh...

Generous.

Was Marilyn into any kind
of underwater routines

that you know about?

No, but she was the best
I ever seen at mud wrestling.

Forget about it.

Marilyn?

Strong as an ox.

Capiche?

Hello, Miss Peters.

Hello.

How you feeling
today? Better?

Not so depressed, anyway.

Yeah.

We heard you missed out
on rush of the year.

I was hoping for it,
but I’ve never been lucky.

I think that you’ve
been very lucky.

I’m, uh...

Sure that Neil
Jackman was aware

of your
many attributes.

Attributes?

Good features,
Marilyn.

Well, thank you, captain.

You’re welcome.
Did you have an
affair with Jackman?

Well, you just
get right to it.

We tried, but Mr. Jackman
had this problem.

He wouldn’t admit it,
but he did.

And he couldn’t,
so we didn’t.

But I would’ve, if he could’ve.

Lipschitz:
I got a headache.

Chris:
Me, too.

Mmm! Good kick.

Got a powerful stroke.

A little awkward.

Bet she’s self-taught.

Lipschitz:
No, no, that’s okay.

Good enough to be
a lifeguard.

Yeah, but there
are no records.

How we ever going
to find out?

I have a thought.

Huh?

Oh, god!

Marilyn, come on!

Grab him quick!

He can’t swim!

Uh...

Marilyn, hurry up!
He’s drowning.

( Coughing )

Thank you. Thank you.

Is he all right?

Well, uh...

He’s a little soggy,
but...

I think
he’ll be fine.

Are you sure?

Well, Marilyn,
you, uh...

You saved his life.

Yeah?

( Whispering: )
Who’s going to save yours?

Well, I tell you this.

We better solve this case soon.
I’m running out of dry clothes.

Mm-hmm. It was
worth it. Trust me.

Easy for you to say, cap.

Marilyn’s heart
was in the rescue,

but her reflexes
were all wrong.

Uh-uh. She was
never a lifeguard.

She was a strong,
powerful swimmer.

Why is being a lifeguard
important?

If the k*ller wanted
to drown Jackman in the deep end

using a choke hold,
she would never have tried it

unless she had neutralized
a guy his size before

in a similar situation.

I feel
like an abused Guinea pig.

All in the line of duty.

All in the line
of duty. Wait.

No, no, no, no.
You go for a swim with candi.

Go for a swim
with candi.

Dry and tidy.

Are you all right,
sweetcakes?

Great, just...

Just great.

Hey, I thought
I saw you headed out...

This way.

What’s wrong?

We’re sh**ting
the swimsuit
layout today

for rush of the year.

That should be good.
You’re the winner.

We’re sh**ting
in the pool

where Mr. Jackman d*ed.

Got you.

Well, you know,
it’s really not that bad

once you get
your feet wet.

You know...

I should never have gotten
in this business.

I’ve been meaning
to ask you about that.

Why did you get
in this business?

You seem way above it.

I need it for the money.

My father’s a sick man

and...

When my sister d*ed
in an accident

things got so bad
that he had to quit work.

And this is
all I can do.

This could turn into
a well-paying career for you.

Uh, modeling,
some commercials

you could act if you wanted.

It was a mistake.

And now I just don’t know
how to undo it.

Hey...

You got to ease up
on yourself, okay?

You got pictures to sh**t

and they want to see that smile.

Yes, I was at Neil’s house
the night he drowned.

That doesn’t mean
I k*lled him.

Tell me
what it does mean.

He sent me a note.

It said to meet him
at the pool,

so I did.

I was surprised
and flattered.

Was he dressed?

He wore
swimming trunks,

but asked me
to take them off.

He liked that.

We did that
in his sessions.

Did you make love?

No.

I aroused him
to a point,

and then he
asked me to leave.

The bastard

had a date,

and was afraid he
wouldn’t be up to it.

He wanted me
to prime him.

Kind of like
a last-minute

refresher course.

He fired me,
then used me again,

like he did
all of his women.

What did you do?

I told him he’d
never get it up again.

He was devastated.

He wilted--

figuratively
and literally.

But he was alive,
I swear.

I didn’t k*ll him.

This investigation
hit a real snark.

Well, at least
we can eliminate
candi and Marilyn.

Uh-uh. Not
from my list you can’t.

Hi, guys.

Here’s
the lab results

on the hair from
the pool filter.

Not counting Jackman, there were
a dozen different hair types.

One is galatea,
from her own admission.

Any natural blondes
in there?

Just one.
The rest are out of a box.

Candi and Marilyn
are natural blondes,

but they said they
weren’t in the pool.

Get hair samples from them.

That won’t be
a positive I.D.,

but it’ll
get you closer.

And if they refuse?

They won’t refuse
unless they have
something to hide.

That would tell you
more than the samples would.

Yeah, she’s right.
Come on.

Strip the linen and burn it.

And, if there is any sign

that Marilyn Peters ever
slept here, you’re both fired.

Where is she?

Gone. The ungrateful slut.

She wasn’t picked rush
centerfold of the year,

so she packed up her things
and left.

Any idea
where she went?

Probably back to the sewer
Neil found her in.

Excuse me, we’ll
need this pillowcase.

I’ll see that
you get it back.

( Knock at door )

Yeah.
What?

Oh, you guys again.

Candi:
Keeping
your shorts dry, Chris?

You weren’t hard to find.

Why should she be?

Tony asked me
to come back.

You like my costume?

We found a hair
in the pool

that matches one
on your pillow.

You said you weren’t
in the pool that night.

I’m sorry.

What happened?

Neil slipped a note
under my door

saying meet him
at the pool in an hour.

When I got there,
he was floating...

His face
in the water.

I didn’t want anyone
thinking that I did it.

You got the note?

It said to burn it, so I did.

Was it Jackman’s handwriting?

I don’t know
if it was Mr. Jackman’s.

( Whispering: )
She could have
been set up, cap.

Tony:
That’s your cue, baby.

You’re on next.

Hey...

Forget about it, honey.

Come on, you guys.

You’re ruining
the girl’s comeback.

Give me that smile now.

Unless you guys
got a warrant,

don’t come back.

I got a lawyer
and I got connections.

I’m not afraid
to use them.

Sweetheart,
you look fantastic.

Punk.

You think
she did it?

She lied.

Her hair matched.

But, when
she saved you,

she didn’t use
the choke hold.

Maybe she held back.

I don’t think
holding back

is something she does.

You got a point.

Here you go.

All right, everybody.

I want a ten. No screw ups.

This is our money sh*t.

Skinny-dipping with candi.

Yeah, that’ll work.

You think we’ll get
to watch her swim?

I’ll watch her
from back here.

Where is she?

I need her here now.

Hey, she’s crying.

What is it this time, candi?

I don’t...

I can’t.

Lose the robe
and get in the pool!

No.

I’m not going
to do it.

What?

I said no.

What is this crap?

Are we playing
the temperamental little star?

I won’t let you
exploit me anymore.

If rush wants
to make money

off of women’s bodies,
it won’t be mine.

There are thousands of girls
who would k*ll for this chance.

Then use one of them.

You are not ruining my life.

What about the pictures
we already took?

I let you take them. Use them.

But you won’t
take any more.

They are no good without this.

Sorry.

You have a contract.

You’ll hear
from my lawyers!

You might have been
right about her.

That took a lot
of character.

I’m telling you, cap.

For a local girl,
she got a lot of class.

I thought she was
from Cleveland.

Cleveland Wells.

It’s a swamp town
west of here.

So Cleveland Wells,
Florida?

Not Cleveland, Ohio?

No wonder
we couldn’t get

any info
from Cleveland.

But somebody
at Cleveland Wells

knows if she
was a swimmer.

I’m going
to check it out.

Man:
How could I forget candi hart?

She was my
swimming team captain

for two years.

She’s famous now.

Rush magazine,
July issue.

Oh, yeah. I hated
hearing about that.

She was a nice girl.

Religious, respectful, modest.

Was she ever a lifeguard, coach?

I gave her the test
in the pool.

This is
where she worked.

That’s her.

She’s wearing a bathing cap.

She was afraid the chlorine
would ruin her hair.

That sister of hers

wasn’t afraid of anything.

The sister who d*ed?

Her name was Lori.

She k*lled herself.

She had been in that
filthy magazine, too.

That girl was
as wild as they come.

You knew something bad
was going to happen to her.

Huh.

Thanks, coach.

You’ve been a big help.

( Camera shutter clicks )

Karen:
Give me three potted palms

back there
by the fountain...

Here it is,
Karen.

Your new rush
centerfold.

You’re a lifesaver.

You’re going to be a star.

Are you still mad at me?

We were sad when you left.

We’re glad you reconsidered.

Our little family

wasn’t the same
without you.

Well, didn’t take long
to replace me, did it?

Rush magazine just
devours young women.

Even with Mr. Jackman dead.

Marilyn’s a fool.

Which reminds me
of my sister.

( Phone rings )

It might be for me.

Go ahead. I’m no
longer a resident.

Yeah, Lorenzo.

Lorenzo, listen,
Candi’s the one.

It was revenge
for her sister’s su1c1de.

The sister was
a rush centerfold

and candi blamed Jackman

for her sister’s death.

What about the hair

in the pool?

She was wearing a bathing cap.

Lorenzo, I’m going to get
some backup for you.

We can arrest her for suspicion.

And my guess is

we get a confession.

Yes, sir, I agree.

You were right about her.

She has the heart
of a good kid.

Yes, sir.

I’ll see you later.

You look gorgeous.

That’s good.

This stops now!

You’re not ruining
any more lives.

You...

You’re no different
than your husband.

Don’t you have a conscience?

Don’t you even know
what you’ve done?

( g*nshots )

( Screams )

Shh!

It’s okay.

( Crying )

Oh, that spaghetti
was great, Rita.

I owe you one.

No. You deserve it.

So, how about
some coffee?

Uh... not yet.

You want
to take a swim?

I would sink
like a stone.

Well...

( Groans )

Uh...

Is this for me?

Yeah. Open it.

All right.

What do we got?
What do we got?

Uh... for swimming?

You should break the habit
of swimming in your clothes.

( Both laughing )