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I found a clue...
to a ***.
You guys handle murders, right?
So, what's this big clue?
It's all on this disposable phone,
text messages.
Let me see.
What is it worth to you?
Are you nuts?
I should arrest you right now
for wasting our time.
- What's your name again?
- Sam Linsky.
Look, okay.
I got like 20 hours
community service left.
You guys are cops. You guys
can make that go away, right?
- What was your offense?
- I threw a banana peel out of my car
right in front of the California
Highway Patrol.
So you littered is what you did?
Well, I...
a banana peel's biodegradable.
And I was driving...
I was driving a hybrid.
This is a real crime.
This is ***.
Give me the phone,
and I'll see what we can do.
That's good.
Check out those text messages...
pretty scary stuff.
Shut up.
They're talking about offing
some dude, right? Am I right?
Where did you find this?
By the 110.
I'm sorry.
Something out there is really
affecting my allergies.
I can't even make out the letters.
Lieutenant, my future sister-in-law
is on her way to my house right now,
I'm supposed to cook dinner.
Are you sure this is important?
My gut says yeah.
Okay.
Why are the words so tiny?
Who were they texting to? Mice?
Hey, look.
Come with me,
and we'll fix it so that we can
all read it at the same time.
Go on. Get!
"I love you."
"You love me."
"Can't we just run away together?"
"After... we can be
together forever,
and we'll have all the money
for ourselves."
"I miss your voice."
"We can't use our own
phones anymore."
"Bergman's/6. Vermillion/7.
Tai Pei/Murray/930."
"Please don't let him
come home and paw me."
- "I h8 him."
- "He has 2 die. DEAD. DEAD. DEAD."
Oh, yeah. Sounds like
our kind of girl, all right.
Okay, Buzz. Scroll down to the place
that I showed you, please.
"It's done."
"R U sure?"
- "He's dead."
- "R U OK?"
"It's my job. I'm fine."
"Looks like an accident.
No one will know."
"Call U soon."
It's his job?
Was she dating a hit man?
And two days later.
"We have 2 meet. Need to c U."
"Must B mourning. We can't talk."
"Please."
"Stay away. I'll text U
when it's safe."
- Okay.
- And then two days after that...
"Where are U? Y didn't you say
it would be like this?"
She stops answering him.
The rest are all incoming.
"U can't do this to me.
Don't ignore me."
"You used me," and... and...
"*** *** ***
*** *** ***"
She used her boyfriend
to kill her husband
and then cut off communication.
Now we know
why she tossed the phone.
All right, lt Tao, what do we know
about these phone numbers?
Both are registered as prepaid, but I'm
trying to find out where they were sold.
But there were no voice calls
on either one, just texts.
- Want me to call the other number?
- No. We can't alert the suspects.
We don't even have a victim yet.
- It's dying.
- What?
The cellphone's losing its charge.
Oh, for heaven's sakes.
Let me see that.
It's all right, Chief. The text is still
in the phone, and I typed it up.
It's printing right now.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
And I also have...
- No!
- What?
I left my bag of chargers at home.
Did I? They got to be
here somewhere.
So, a week ago last Wednesday,
she texted the words
"Bergman's," "Vermillion," "Tai Pei"
with numbers by them, like...
times, maybe? A schedule?
Bergman's could be the department store.
Probably five of them in Los Angeles.
Vermillion is a color, Chief.
Part of the red family.
It's a shade darker than persimmon.
- That's helpful.
- And Tai Pei is the capital of Taiwan.
That's also a great
Chinese joint on Ventura.
But I think you're on to something.
It sounds like the victim's itinerary.
So Tai Pei and Murray
could be a name on a reservation
or an employee.
All right. Det. Daniels,
please have the coroner's office
compile a list of all the men
who died in the county last week.
Let's include Ventura, Riverside,
and Orange counties as well.
Lt Provenza, let's compare
Wednesday night's reservations
from that Chinese
restaurant, Tai Pei,
with the names of the dead people
on detective Daniels' list.
Sgt Gabriel, let's do the same
with the customers from Bergman's.
And let's see if there's one name
that comes up on all three lists.
And, lt Tao, I want to know
everything I can about...
those cellphones, please.
And, detective Sanchez,
if you could find out what
"Vermillion" might actually be.
Oh, I'm so behind!
Hey, honey!
Sister!
Sister, sister, sister, sister,
Claire.
Claire!
Claire, Claire, Claire.
My sister Claire.
- You're gonna break her.
- Relax, Fritzi.
You know Howard women
don't break so easily.
I'm not a Howard woman just yet.
Just one more week to go.
And what a week it's gonna be,
because I am here to help you.
Take a gander.
I made a sprout salad.
I have a vegetarian chicken pot-pie,
my self-award-winning tofurkey,
and for dessert, we have
carob-and-walnut soufflé.
- I hope you like vegan.
- Oh, Claire...
You shouldn't have.
I was gonna cook.
Oh, no, no, no. She insisted. And...
you weren't here.
Oh, I'm sorry. I was delayed.
And... on the way home, I had to...
pick up a charger
for a disposable phone.
Sorry. Let me just,
plug in this cellphone.
I need it for my case.
Must be pretty interesting. I see
a lot of shadows around that phone.
Very spooky. Would you like
for me to hold it a moment?
Why?
Didn't I tell you, honey?
Claire's decided she's a psychic.
Really?
- I did not know that.
- Actually, it's not a decision,
it's a gift. I've had it
since I was a child.
Remember the time I saved your life?
I warned you not to step out
of the tree house.
- Because you pulled the ladder away.
- Look, I don't want to fight.
Anyway, I prefer
the word "intuitionist."
People hear the word "psychic,"
and they think "wack job."
What kind of dressing do you
want on your sprout salad?
I have red curry peppercorn,
and I have organic goddess.
Don't tell me!
I know exactly what you want!
- I'm gonna grab a scotch.
- No. Honey.
- You don't know the name of the victim?
- Not yet.
OK, nowadays,
I mostly just read auras.
As a matter of fact, I even started
my own consulting company
called Claire-Voyance.
Isn't that cute?
Remind me to give you a card.
But in addition to romantic
and financial advice,
I sometimes help local law enforcement
agencies back in Jersey
with murders and missing persons.
Thank you. How many cases
have you solved?
Well, mostly I just give tips,
but I think I've contributed
to about 100 investigations.
I thought you had an exercise
studio of some kind.
Yeah, back in Princeton
called Bodily Movements.
But I had to shut it down.
I got caught in the middle of a power
struggle in the yoga community.
It's still pending.
But I'm thinking about moving
to Santa Fe. I'd be closer to you guys.
Fun!
I even offered to help Fritzi
here with this El Jefe case,
he's too embarrassed
to have me around the office.
That's not true.
More tofurkey, anyone?
No? That's okay.
It keeps.
Maybe you could help me
with my *** case.
Really? That'd be great. And you and I
can get to know each other better.
- Yes.
- Yeah, that's terrific.
- Honey, you want to help me clear?
- Sure.
Sit.
- You're our guest.
- OK. Thanks.
- I'm so excited!
- Me too.
To think that I've been solving
cases the old-fashioned way
when help was just
a telepathic message away.
Look, before yoga...
she tried glassblowing
and making her own soap.
So the reason I didn't say
anything about this psychic stuff
- was because I honestly thought...
- Oh, you've been working so hard,
and things are slow for us.
It's my turn to entertain
the relatives.
Claire may be a bit touched,
but she seems perfectly harmless.
She might enjoy coming
to my work and seeing what I do.
What? No!
No, no, no! I wouldn't let her
anywhere near a *** case.
Do you remember when
the FBI sent 30 agents in
to drain that lake in Virginia,
looking for anthrax?
That was her!
What? What is the matter?
- He's not done killing!
- What, do you have another vision?
No, the phone's working,
but he left a text message.
Look!
"U R dead."
For Heaven's sakes.
You scared me to death.
Why is your whole squad
here on a Saturday?
Because killers work
weekends too, Will, and...
we got a cellphone yesterday,
Yeah, I read Gabriel's report.
An unidentified woman may or may not
have talked her unidentified boyfriend
into murdering her, yes,
unidentified husband.
There are a few gaps,
but we're working hard
on finding out who these people are,
or were, anyway.
And even if this was a homicide,
what's the big rush?
- It could've happened over a week ago.
- The killer sent a text message{\(last night)}
- threatening to off his girlfriend.
- Why?
It looks like she dumped him
after he murdered her husband,
so we're not just trying to solve
a ***, we're trying to prevent one.
What are you doing here
on a Saturday, anyway?
We have personnel issues. I've lost
a lot of experienced people in C.I.,
and I need to find replacements. It's
gonna mean a promotion for somebody.
Not from my team.
I have limited places
from which I can pull, so...
yes, Brenda, maybe
from major crimes.
But I'm not prepared to talk
about that just yet,
okay? All I want to make
very clear now is...
that if you don't find a victim today,
no more overtime.
But who would you take
from my division?
You know what? Let's deal with
the future when it gets here, okay?
Just try not to spend all day
on this case, okay?
Oh, sister! I have good news!
Lieutenant Provenza here
showed me all the text messages,
and I was able to get
an image of the killer's face.
While you were out,
I called in a sketch artist.
No. Really.
And then later we're gonna
make balloon animals.
Well, the victim...
yes, I...
... I see... I see a river
and a bridge and a nearby train...
and... and a barking dog
in the background.
And... and an odd-looking tree.
A river, a train, and a barking dog.
Throw in a pickup truck,
and we've got a country song.
Excuse me for a minute.
I'll be right back.
Thank you so much, Claire.
You be careful out there.
- Chief?
- Yes.
I've never had a useful tip
from a psychic ever.
She's not a psychic.
She's an intuitionist
- and my future sister-in-law.
- Come on.
Do you have any idea who's in danger
of being murdered later on today?
No? Well, then let's keep
moving, shall we?
Where are we on these text messages
that look like a schedule,
Bergman's, Vermillion, Tai Pei?
There are nine Bergman's stores
between Orange County and Ventura.
The corporate office
sent over a complete list
of every credit-card transaction
from last Wednesday.
Unfortunately, none of them
matches up
with the 23 male deaths in L.A.
or the surrounding counties on that day.
- Lieutenant Provenza!
- Yes, ma'am?
What do you know about Vermillion?
No, still working on that. But,
yesterday after work, I did stop
by Tai Pei for dinner.
And... Wednesday before last,
there was a reservation for a guy,
last name Murray...
table for two at 9:30. Manager says
Murray waited half an hour,
dined alone, and paid cash.
Lt Tao, what do we know
about those prepaid cellphones?
The phones were purchased from the same
convenience store 10 days ago,
also for cash.
But the security-camera tape
is on a seven-day loop,
so the footage is already gone.
And the guy behind the counter doesn't
remember who he sold the phones to.
The first marriage
was devoured by jealousy.
The husband wanted his wife
to stop working.
He thought she was having
an affair with a co-worker.
She did have an affair
with a colleague,
but that was before...
No! I see a sequoia!
No! A tree!
No, no. She had feelings
for someone else...
a man dangerous to her heart.
Wait. I should be like,
recording this.
Lieutenant Flynn, why don't you
stop by the convenience store
where those phones were bought
and talk to the guy who sold them,
see if you can jog his memory?
Chief, you can't be serious. I mean,
those people wouldn't remember a man
who came in with an elephant
to buy a quart of milk.
Then why don't you
take Claire with you?
If I could just hold the clerk's hand,
I might be able to see the killer
through his mind's eye.
Sound good, Lieutenant?
Sounds great, Chief.
- Come on, I'll give you a ride-along.
- Terrific. Just a second.
I just want to see
this for a second.
My phone chargers!
No.
Make him bald, completely bald.
Good job, everyone!
See you later!
Thank you! Bye!
- Flynn.
- What?
I've got a bad feeling about this.
Yeah. Me too.
Chief?
Claire might be on to something.
There's the literal
and there's the abstract.
Not everything in this universe
is visible to the naked eye.
She may be talking in images.
Yeah. Chief, "Vermillion" is a play.
It's "a Gothic tale
of love and witchcraft
set on the Vermillion river
in Louisiana."
It runs in Westwood
till the end of the month.
They're faxing over a list
of credit-card orders,
but it's a 99-seat
equity-waiver house,
and the theatre manager
said everyone showed up.
They turned away people on standby.
Chief!
- Yes, Lieutenant. What is it?
- Vermillion's a river.
- Just like Claire said.
- For Heaven's sakes.
So, assuming our victim is a real
person, he made it to the play.
Everybody showed up.
So he was in Westwood.
But never made it to Tai Pei.
Lt Provenza, what is the fastest way
between the theatre and the restaurant?
Well, the 405, but only
some poor tourist would take that.
Locals would do Beverly Glen
or Sepulveda. Why?
Det. Daniels,
please take a look at the list
we got from the morgue
and find me someone who died
Wednesday before last between...
the theatre at 7:00
and Tai Pei at 9:30.
The victim of the car accident
was Shawn Thompson,
a major horror film producer.
And yes, Chief, he is married.
His wife's Christine Thompson.
Traffic did a detailed investigation.
Now, the vehicle,
a 2008 Lexus sedan,
drove right off the cliff
from over there.
The car was inspected.
Everything was fully functional
except the air bags.
They were turned off.
What's the interest?
Chief!
Look!
What is it, Lieutenant?
A bridge! Just like Claire
said we would find.
- Who's Claire?
- She's a psychic,
- and she's...
- You guys are consulting a psychic?
No, we're not.
Excuse me, Lieutenant.
Were there any skid marks around
this accident or signs of a collision?
No, no. Looks like he just
lost control of the car.
Was there a 911 call?
Person reporting...
called from that pay phone over there.
They didn't stick around to chat.
No other witnesses came forward.
Lieutenant, I want the 10 calls made
before and after the 911 call, please.
Let's see what else we have here.
Yeah, the short-form autopsy
says mr. Thompson's injuries
were consistent
with an auto accident.
He wasn't wearing a seat belt.
His blood alcohol came back 0.04.
- Where would he have had a drink?
- How about intermission at the play?
Do you have to use that tone?
- I mean, it's the tone.
- Excuse me.
- Anything else, Commander?
- No, the only other thing I know
is that Mr. Thompson's wife,
Christine,
took her husband's death
pretty badly.
She may be taking it worse
than you know. Excuse me.
It looks like Christine Thompson
has it pretty good.
If she's still alive.
I don't know.
It looks like we took a wrong
turn in Transylvania.
- Buzz it again, Buzz.
- I knew you were gonna say that.
Detective, do you think
you can force open this gate?
Well, don't have to, Chief.
The lock's busted.
There's a dog barking
in the background.
- Just like Claire said.
- For Heaven's sake.
Yes, Lieutenant. It's uncanny.
- All right, everybody.
- Look, look, Chief.
Why don't you let me call in
for a search warrant?
No, I don't think there's time.
I'm now officially acting on a tip.
From who... a psychic?
We have exigent circumstances. Christine
Thompson's life was threatened.
All right, Detective.
Car's running in the garage!
- Don't move!
- Don't move!
Relax, gentlemen.
He's not armed.
Yeah, no pulse.
She's long gone, chief.
So her boyfriend threatens to kill her,
so she commits suicide?
How does that make sense?
Would someone please call paramedics
to take her out of here in an ambulance.
But, chief, she's dead.
Then you better hurry.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh... my... god.
- What?
- Chief, look.
A train.
The river, the bridge,
the barking dogs, the train.
Everything Claire said.
It's all happening.
- Chief?
- Yes, lieutenant. I'll be right there.
Just, just a word.
I'm... I'm sorry.
I don't know if you've noticed, but,
Gabriel and Daniels
can hardly stand to be
in the same room together anymore.
I already issued an order for them
to sort out their
romantic problems.
You... you are an excellent leader,
chief,
but...
you can't just boss around
the human heart.
Lieutenant, I am in the middle
of a double homicide investigation.
- I don't want to talk about this now.
- I don't want to talk about it, either.
Look, Sanchez was gone
for four months on a disability leave,
and then, Gabriel took a week off
for some training, and
and Daniels was off at some
homeland security labs for two weeks.
I mean, look,
I may not be a psychic,
but as an experienced civil servant,
I can tell you this:
The brass will not
let you do with six people
what you've proven
you can do with five.
Chief Pope told me this morning
that he may have to promote someone
from major crimes
to the C.I. Division.
Well, there it is, then.
There it is.
And I'm telling you, chief.
He could take Sanchez or
Tao or even Flynn.
And our problem would still be the same,
and it's sitting right out there.
- Let's talk about this tomorrow.
- Chief.
That's twice in one day!
Speak of the devil.
- What's that about?
- Nothing, nothing. What's up?
I was at the morgue checking
on a *** for harbor division,
and Dr. Morales complained
that you had a "creepy lady"
down there with lieutenant Flynn
talking to a corpse.
She's not a creepy lady. Her name is
Claire, she's my future sister-in-law.
- She helped us find the victim.
- Really? How?
- She did not help us find the victim.
- But,
she guided a sketch artist
into a drawing of the killer, sir.
Check it out.
- That's funny.
- So,
Fritz's sister is a psychic.
No, she's an intuitionist.
Well, tell Claire
that I have a good alibi
for the suicide
that you found today,
which brings me to the question
I came here to ask.
Oh, one second.
Sergeant,
did... did the...
Sergeant Gabriel, did
christine thompson's attempted suicide
make it to the evening news?
Top story.
They're saying she's gonna make it.
OK, so exactly how dead does this woman
have to be before we announce it?
If the killer thinks
that she's still alive,
we can use that when we catch him.
Oh, may we just discuss
the pros and cons
of whether there is a *** here?
Pro. Christine had a gash in her head,
suggesting the killer knocked her out
threw her to the ground
and started the engine.
Con. She had second thoughts
about suicide,
tried to get out of the car, was
overcome by fumes,
fell, and hit her head.
The lock on the front gate
was broken, suggesting forced entry.
But we don't know when
the lock was broken, and no prints.
So,
why kill yourself after
you've gone through all the trouble
to have your husband murdered?
Clearly, there are many
possible explanations, but
we do have that cellphone that led us
right to shawn thompson and his wife.
And when we went to find out
what was left of the car,
we found a dress from bergman's
that he picked up for his wife
last wednesday at 6:00 p.m.
So, Mr. Thompson's schedule
for the day he died
was exactly what the text message
said it would be.
We dumped the pay phone
by the scene of the accident,
and when Mr. Thompson
drove his car off the road,
someone called for a cab.
American usa taxi.
Yeah, Flynn stopped there
on his way back from the morgue
to talk to the cabdriver.
Oh, my god!
You made the arrest!
No, Claire. This is my boss,
assistant chief Will Pope.
Oh, I must have sensed you hovering
around the case or something.
Yeah, I do that sometimes.
I... I hover.
Excuse me.
Well, major crimes seems to have
had some very good hunches on this. But,
unless you're planning
to hold a séance,
the victims are not going
to tell you how they died.
So let's find some physical evidence
from, you know,
our plane of existence
and wrap this up, all right?
Good night, everybody.
Pleasant dreams.
Oh. Skeptics. Some people
just won't believe what they can't see.
Like juries.
Lieutenant Flynn, anything?
OK, well, I spoke to the cabdriver,
and he said
wednesday night before last,
he picked up a fare at the bus stop
where Shawn Thompson's car
went off the road.
But all he could remember
about the passenger
was that he was a white guy
younger than me.
- So we're back to nowhere.
- Not exactly.
Like Claire,
I can also see the invisible.
Give me a person's phones,
and I can draw you a picture
of their entire life,
maybe even tell you their destiny.
And when I am done
we...
will have fulfilled
Claire's prophecy.
I dumped all the phones
registered to Christine Thompson.
I then created a list
of the most commonly
used numbers in the past months
leading up to her husband's death.
This was her husband, Shawn.
They spoke a lot during the day.
Over here, mother from Sherman oaks.
She had a sister in connecticut
she spoke to on a weekly basis.
And then this number.
A. Raber.
The number first appears
four months ago.
Watch how the relationship develops.
In the beginning,
they speak once
every two or three days.
Then things heat up.
They talk all the time.
And then this.
What?
Nothing.
They suddenly stop speaking.
And on that exact same day,
two prepaid cellphones
are purchased
from a convenience store.
So they began texting
before her husband's ***.
How does this fulfill
my prophecy exactly?
We found the bridge,
the river, the train,
the barking dog.
What could be more odd-looking...
... than a phone tree?
I did it!
I really did it! This is exciting!
Who's A. Raber?
Don't you already know?
His name is Andrew Raber.
He's a stunt man
for television and film.
Andrew Raber.
All right. His film credits
include "House of death,"
"Sorority death house,"
"Camp *** 1,"
"Camp *** 2"...
yeah, and all those masterpieces
were produced by the same guy...
One Shawn Thompson.
So Shawn knew Andrew.
And based on her cellphone records,
Christine Knew him, too.
We pulled Mr. Raber's highlight
reel off of his website.
Go ahead, Buzz.
I think you're gonna find
this interesting, chief.
Buzz, stop it there and roll it back.
Play that last part again, please.
All righty.
Oh, would you look at that?
"It's my job," he said.
Crashing vehicles
and falling out of cars.
And he does.
Might as well have filmed the ***.
But with no witnesses.
I just can't believe
this is our guy.
How was I so thrown off?
That's not
how I pictured him at all.
"Not how I pictured him."
Lieutenant Flynn, I need you
to get the cabdriver
- in here and the sketch artist, too.
- Okay, but who's she gonna draw?
The killer.
So, you're a stunt man, right?
Yeah.
That's cool.
What's the craziest stunt
you ever did?
Come on in. Hello.
Hi.
Why did you bring
this Raber guy in on a sunday
when you have nothing on him?
Because he's already
killed two people,
and I don't like the idea
of him running around on his own.
And you can prove he's a killer?
Well, I have a cabdriver
coming in who...
Who saw nothing. And?
- I have a sketch artist who...
- Right. Who just drew a picture
off the monitor. And?
And I have Christine Thompson.
- Who is dead.
- Not completely.
Technically, though,
by the standards of the justice system,
and, you know, reality...
dead.
I have a plan, sir,
and the sooner I execute it,
the faster we'll all be able
to get off the clock.
So, shall I?
Thank you.
Oh, Buzz. Let me know
as soon as the cabdriver comes in.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, no. No, no.
You wait here.
You're a virgo, aren't you?
Stay out of my head, lady.
Yeah, well, half the stuff
you see in movies isn't real.
All right
and what about the other half?
Andrew Raber?
I'm deputy chief
Brenda Leigh Johnson.
Thank you so much for coming in.
How are you this morning?
- A little annoyed.
- Oh, really? Why is that?
You guys pull me out of my house,
drag me downtown, and read me my rights
without an explanation.
It's like Guantanamo bay
in this place.
Oh, look at those terrible scrapes
on your hand!
How'd you get those?
I'm a stunt man.
Get banged around a lot.
I'm the guy you don't see in movies.
Part of the showbiz magic.
Well, speaking of showbiz,
we have a couple of question
for you about a movie producer.
A Mr. Shawn Thompson?
I believe that you're a regular player
in his horror films.
As you may know, Mr. Thompson
tragically died
in a car accident last week.
Yeah.
It's pretty shocking.
And just yesterday,
it seemed that his wife,
locked herself in her garage
with her bentley running...
Almost died.
Yeah, I saw something about that
on the news. Is she OK?
Thanks to her barking dogs.
A neighbor called 911, saved her life.
We're here.
We've got her in protective custody.
Protective custody? Why?
Chief, the cabdriver's arrived,
and they're moving into position.
Well, we have reason to believe
that what happened to Christine
was less attempted suicide
and more of an attempted ***,
which is why
we wanted to talk to you.
To me? Why?
Well, you were having an affair
with Christine, weren't you?
Are you kidding?
Having a... no.
Who told you that? I never...
Hold on! Hold on.
Before you say something
you're gonna have to take back later.
Let me show you what we have.
Phone records. These show that
you and Christine
spoke several times a day for months.
We...
I met Christine on
one of shawn's films.
She visited the set during one
of the stunts, but,
I swear, it was just a friendship.
Ask him if he rides a motorcycle.
- I'm seeing a motorcycle.
- Give that to me!
Let go!
I'm seeing an angry wind!
Brenda, this is important!
Ask about the angry wind!
I am tired of farting around
with you, lady!
Give me this microphone right now!
No, Claire, no!
I'm telling you,
if you touch this microphone again,
when the chief comes out of there,
you may be speaking
to dead people in person.
Now, you get.
Do you recognize
this disposable cellphone?
Should I?
Christine gave me that
when we rescued her.
She said you bought it for her
and another one just like it
and that you used them to help her
plan the *** of her husband.
That's a lie.
This phone texts shawn's entire schedule
the day of the accident...
The department store, the play,
the chinese restaurant.
But he never made it to the restaurant,
because you drove his car off a cliff.
Sit... down.
She's a lying ***.
I've never seen that phone
before in my life.
I've always been fascinated
by movie stunts.
Tell me, did you knock Shawn out
and then point his car
toward the cliff,
and then roll out
at the last second, or...
Listen to me.
I wasn't there.
After you staged the accident,
you used a pay phone to call a taxicab
that picked you up at a bus stop
down the street. Do you remember him?
'cause he remembers you.
Hello, sir.
Good to see you again.
Thank you so much, Billy.
Let's go.
Was that him?
I was just guessing.
- We've been doing a lot of that lately.
- Who's Billy?
She meant you, Einstein.
In addition to the cabdriver,
we have other witnesses
that saw you
leaving the crime scene.
There... there were witnesses?
It was dark outside.
You might not have seen them,
but they saw you.
And this is the picture that they helped
our sketch artist draw.
Notice the similarity?
Your girlfriend's pretty upset
you tried to kill her, Andrew.
And afraid.
She said she was
just joking around when
she talked to you
about killing her husband.
She was stunned that you actually
did it and even more surprised
when you locked her in the garage
with the car running.
Oh, my god.
Now, you listen to me.
If you don't tell me what happened,
i'm gonna have to go
with Christine's version of the events.
She'll walk, and you'll end up
facing the death penalty.
But if she solicited this *** and
and suggested that you and she
would live on Shawn's money...
I only loved Christine.
And...
I thought she loved me.
She made all these promises to me.
And after I did it...
... what she asked me to do...
... she blew me off.
She blew him off...
Like an angry wind.
She used me to get shawn's money.
***!
I thought she loved me.
I need some proof
if I'm gonna charge Christine.
She bought him
the tickets to "Vermillion."
And she gave me
the other set of keys to his car.
I was...
Hiding in the backseat
when he came out of the theater.
He was alive when I did it.
He...
Screamed at...
"Why?"
And...
I told him why.
"Because Christine
wants it this way."
I should have put Harley and Davidson
in the garage with her.
It's your classic road bike.
Harley and Davidson?
Her stupid dogs.
You...
You believe me, don't you?
Oh, yes.
I think I do.
- Then do me a favor, will you?
- What's that?
Tell Christine I'll see her in hell.
Guess what.
She's already there.
Sauted corn mush
topped with nature's candy.
There you go.
So, you two off
to catch the bad guys?
Well, we might.
We made a pretty good pair.
Actually, I didn't help out all
that much, but I have to say,
watching your future wife
at work made me think that maybe
I should give up the consulting business
and get into law enforcementfull time.
What's going on with this,
"El jefe" case?
Setting up for the big takedown
as we speak. Not much left to do.
- OK, if you need me, you know...
- No, no, no, no. We're all set.
You got to keep yourself free
for Brenda here.
Bye, sweetie. See you tonight.
Bye.
- Bye.
- Watch out for left turns!
- What?
- Never mind.
Just don't read anything out loud.
Thanks, Claire.
See ya.
I can see how crazy you are
about my brother.
I am. I really am.
Listen. I'm sorry about the mistake
I made the other day.
What's that?
Oh, remember the vision
I had about the case?
I said the victim
was on her second marriage
and that her first marriage
ended badly?
Well, you can't be right
about everything.
Yeah, but I was really off.
And I kept trying to figure out
what it was.
And then I realized that
I had my signals crossed.
I wasn't talking about the ***.
I was talking about you.
- About me?
- Yeah.
You had an affair
with an office co-worker,
a bald office co-worker,
which ended badly.
So then you married
your first husband on the rebound,
and he was a jealous monster.
And that ended poorly.
So then you just got afraid and
just tired of falling for the wrong guy,
which is why you've been putting off
marrying my brother.
You're afraid.
I...
I have been afraid.
Wait a minute.
- Did fritz tell you about all that?
- No! Absolutely not.
No way.
It was lieutenant Flynn.
What!
We talked about your candy drawer.
- You didn't!
- Yeah. But I got one, too!
- Really?
- We're exactly the same!
We're gonna get along
just fine! Ha! God!
Oh, sister, sister, sister,
sister, sister, sister, sister!