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( an elevator can be heard travelling down toward them )
The girl at the cafe.
She really a con artist?
Why,
you afraid you got stuck with the wrong girl.
Doubt she'd make me pretend to be a ***.
You're not the ***,
you're the driver.
After catching you at a rub and tug you're not going to try and tell me
you've never been with a ***.
I have standards.
And it was just a rub.
You really a hitman?
I was gonna ask you the same thing.
I wouldn't take you for a hitman.
No one does.
( elevator doors open )
Safe to say whoever did this didn't want to take any chances on survival.
What do we got?
Talked to three of his neighbours on this floor, uh
all three of them admittedly said there's been a consistent stream
of prostitutes visiting his place on a nightly basis for about three weeks now.
Did any of these neighbours see any of his girls last night?
No.
Anyone hear anything?
Same old same old.
Well, sort of.
Guess it starts with loud dance music then eventually loud sex noises.
Neighbor thought something was odd
came over to find the door unlocked and then found Mr. Lee dead on the floor.
So it was the ***.
Got something.
Hidden behind the cabinet in the bathroom.
Whoah, okay,
now we know how he could pay for so many pros.
Who is this guy.
Who's he?
Don't worry, he's just here to make sure nobody bothers us.
I'll see you in an hour.
How does she do it,
and how does he not notice the knife?
I think it's pretty clear there was a second person with her.
Exactly.
She's dancing here,
*** pants is glued on her.
Second perp sneaks up from behind and
bammo.
And chances are it's a dude or a really strong chick who knew what they were doing.
Why must we always get the *** jobs Madsen.
Everyone else is tied up with the bad guy convention downtown.
Bad guy convention?
Yeah,
all of a sudden there's been an influx of scumbags appearing in our fair city.
They've been pulling guys in for questioning all week trying to figure out what's up.
( urgently presses quick dial on phone )
Why the *** did no one tell us this?
Possibly related to you *** the Captain's daughter maybe?
I didn't *** her.
I made out with a random chick at a bar,
who
turned out to be the Captains daughter.
And apparently someone took a photo and posted a pic of us making out on a certain
social site.
He's on her friends list?
Apparently.
And now we keep getting all the easy cases.
( a siren can be heard in the distance )
[Madsen] The knife is jammed into the side of the neck
and it's ripped
through the vocal chords
out the front of the neck
creating such a large wound there isn't a chance of survival.
They did know what they were doing.
Ho-ly ***!
Right under our noses.
I got Macgregor to do a little digging,
it turns out our other two recently deceased people by suspicious means may have known
each other.
Annalisa Diaz and Kenneth Singer both served on the same jury in a criminal trial three
years ago.
What!?!
With guess who.
You're gonna say him.
I don't like this rabbit hole.
Ok,
we need to find out where Pez dispenser came into all his money
and find out if either Diaz or Singer came into some recently.
You and I are going to find out what this trial was about
AND let Hollis know what we think of his non-disclosure of the *** that's going on in the city.
And pray to God
it had nothing to do
with a Mr. John Smith.
( loud dance music can be heard through wall )
( the music is louder and clearer, base booms )
( stab!! )
( rip - bone & cartilage snap & crack )
( his body falls on floor dead, blood pours out splashing onto floor )