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(jazz music playing)
(indistinct conversations)
MR. NORRIS, I'M GONNA LET ONE OF MY GUYS
SHOW YOU THE LAMBORGHINI.
IT'S YOUR NEW CAR. YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT YET.
NOT TONIGHT.
A LOT OF FELLAS OUT THERE--
THEY'VE GOT TO SELL STATION WAGONS, MINIVANS,
THIS? I DON'T HAVE TO SELL THIS.
THIS IS THE GOOD LIFE ON WHEELS, STEM TO STERN.
HELL, THE TRUNK'S BIGGER THAN MY FIRST APARTMENT.
OH, MY GOD.
LISELLE.
AGENT RIGSBY, WHAT DO WE HAVE?
HEY, BOSS. LISELLE DOUGLAS, SALESPERSON HERE, AGE 28.
BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA, NUMEROUS CONTUSIONS,
HER CLOTHES ARE STILL INTACT.
(sniffs) OH.
I JUST LOVE THAT NEW CAR SMELL.
SHE WAS LAST SEEN WORKING HERE LATE LAST NIGHT.
PRIVATE SECURITY DID A SWEEP AT MIDNIGHT,
REPORTED THE ALARM SYSTEM HADN'T BEEN ACTIVATED.
LET'S GET THE BODY OUT OF HERE, SEE WHAT WE CAN FIND OUT.
THAT'S EXPENSIVE, HUH?
$300,000 RETAIL.
PROBABLY GET A DISCOUNT NOW, THOUGH.
HEY, GUYS. ONE OF YOU FOUND THE BODY?
YEAH, JAMES KINSEY. I BELIEVE HE'S IN THE JOHN RIGHT NOW.
ANY IDEA WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS, MR. ELIAS?
NO. NONE. IT WAS HORRIBLE. THIS IS A TRAGEDY.
HA! FAMILY.
EXCUSE ME?
YOU WORK ON COMMISSION, RIGHT?
OKAY, THEN YOU'RE NOT A FAMILY AT ALL. YOU'RE A GLADIATOR PIT.
YOU'RE A SEETHING MASS
OF PRIMAL HOSTILITY AND MISTRUST.
THAT'S NOT TRUE.
PEOPLE HAVE THE WRONG IDEA ABOUT SALES.
(man) OH, YEAH.
CLEARLY YOU'RE A TOP DOG AMONGST THIS PACK HERE,
RUNNER?
LISELLE'S CLIENTS ARE GONNA NEED A NEW BROKER, AREN'T THEY?
AND I THINK THAT MY ASSOCIATE, AGENT CHO HERE,
LEFT HER CLIENT LIST UPSTAIRS. IN YOUR BREAK ROOM.
IT MIGHT BE A LITTLE GHOULISH TO GRAB IT UP SO SOON,
BUT IT IS STILL UP THERE, AND SOMEONE,
AT SOME POINT, WILL...
I'VE GOT THE CLIENT LIST RIGHT HERE. IT'S EVIDENCE.
WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?
I HAVE ELIMINATED THIS MAN FROM ANY SUSPICION.
TOO HONEST TO PROFIT FROM A KILLING? TOO HONEST TO KILL.
RIGHT.
(grunting)
HEY, GUYS, BREAK IT UP.
UNLESS, OF COURSE, YOU'RE VERY CUNNING
(Cho) COME ON. TAKE IT-- HEY, COME ON.
NO, I DIDN'T THINK SO.
(Cho) COME ON. COME ON.
COME ON. BREAK IT UP. BREAK IT UP. COME ON, GUYS. HEY.
LISELLE DIDN'T SHOW UP FOR WORK YESTERDAY.
I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK. IT WASN'T LIKE HER.
YOU WERE WORRIED?
I WAS PISSED. HOSTING THE PARTY WAS HER RESPONSIBILITY.
IT'S A GOOD THINK THAT KINSEY STEPPED UP.
HEARD YOU BOYS DIDN'T PLAY NICE LAST NIGHT.
NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY.
YOU LIKE YOUR EMPLOYEES AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS?
YOU BET I DO. THIS IS A JOB FOR WINNERS.
WE'RE THE TOP LUXURY BROKER IN NORTHERN CALIFORNIA.
WE GOT FOUR FLOORS OF STOCK BACK THERE.
WE GOT OVER $100 MILLION IN SALES ANNUALLY.
MY GUYS HAVE TO EARN THEIR PLACE.
SO EVERY SIX MONTHS WE HAVE A SALES DRIVE.
TOP GUY ON THE BOARD GETS A TITANIUM DIAMOND ROLEX.
BOTTOM GUY... GETS A NEW JOB.
LOOK, AGENTS,
NOT TO PRESS--MY CLIENTS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHEN WE CAN REOPEN.
YOU CAN TELL THEM A WOMAN'S DEAD.
WHICH IS TERRIBLE, UH, BUT THIS IS A SERVICE BUSINESS.
AND WHEN SHARKS STOP SWIMMING, THEY DROWN, RIGHT?
NO MALINGERING, GUY.
THIS IS JAMES KINSEY.
AH.
AH, TOP SALESMAN. CONGRATULATIONS.
DAMN RIGHT. THIS GUY COULD SELL A CAT TO A MOUSE.
(chuckles)
MR. WESTHOFF HERE SAYS YOU WERE WORKING WITH LISELLE
YEAH, WORKING ON LAST NIGHT'S PARTY, SURE.
HOW'D SHE SEEM--HER DEMEANOR?
FINE, I GUESS. UH, A LITTLE TENSE, MAYBE.
A LOT OF PRESSURE TO GET THAT PARTY TOGETHER.
HEY. HEY. THAT--THAT'S--THAT'S MINE.
THAT.
OKAY.
NOW HOW'D YOU AND LISELLE GET ALONG?
UH, GREAT. SHE'S A GREAT GIRL.
GREAT?
NO.
YES.
WHY WAS THAT? SHE WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PACK,
SO SHE WAS NO THREAT TO YOU.
LISELLE DID VERY WELL FOR HER AGE.
SHE DID VERY WELL BECAUSE SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL,
AND YOU FELT THAT GAVE HER AN UNFAIR ADVANTAGE.
(laughs) HEY, SEX SELLS. THAT'S A FACT OF LIFE.
OH, YEAH.
LISTEN, HER ACTUAL PITCHING SKILLS--BUSH LEAGUE.
YOU PUT A BAG ON HER, LISELLE COULDN'T SELL SQUAT.
YEAH.
HOW'D THAT GO FOR YOU?
UH, SHE SAID NO. BOYFRIEND.
WHAT WAS HIS NAME?
UM, UH, JEFF. JEFF SOMEBODY-- MUSICIAN, WANNABE ROCK STAR.
YEAH, SHE WAS ALWAYS *** ABOUT HIM.
ALWAYS DRAMA WITH THOSE TWO.
BOYFRIEND IS JEFF SPARHAWK.
THE VICTIM HAD A LOFT WITH HIM SOUTH OF MARKET.
JANE AND I WILL LOOK INTO IT.
YOU WANTED TO SEE ME, BOSS?
ACTUALLY, I WANTED TO SEE BOTH OF YOU. SHUT THE DOOR. SIT DOWN.
YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT.
THE OTHER DAY YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE INVOLVED
YES.
DATING WITHIN THE UNIT IS
STRICTLY AGAINST CBI REGULATIONS.
I WANTED TO TAKE SOME TIME TO THINK ABOUT HOW TO RESPOND,
BUT I REALIZE THAT IT'S CAUSING TENSION, SO...
AGENT RIGSBY AND VAN PELT,
ARE YOU INVOLVED IN A PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH EACH OTHER?
WE ARE.
OKAY, THEN.
AS YOUR SUPERVISOR, I HAVE TO REPORT THE RELATIONSHIP
TO EMPLOYEE SUPPORT SERVICES. I'M GONNA DO IT
AS SOON AS WE CLOSE THIS CASE.
DO YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS?
BUT THEY'LL MAKE ONE OF US TRANSFER OUT OF THE UNIT.
YES, THEY WILL.
THAT'S THE RULE. YOU KNEW THAT.
YOU CAN GO NOW.
WHERE THE HELL IS 4-B?
I UNDERSTAND YOUR POSITION.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
NO, I DON'T.
WELL, YOU CAN'T HELP WONDERING
EXCUSE ME?
(loud thumping)
AH.
(door squeaks open)
(clatter)
WE'RE WITH THE CALIFORNIA BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION.
(pants)
CALIFORNIA WHAT?
WE WANT TO ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT LISELLE.
YOU WANT TO PUT DOWN WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR GUITAR?
YEAH. WHATEVER.
(thud)
I'LL MAKE SOME TEA.
WHY ALL THE DEMOLITION, JEFF?
I'M SAD. I LIKE TO DESTROY THINGS WHEN I'M SAD.
WELL, SOME SADNESS, BUT MOSTLY GUILT,
A DOLLOP OF SELF-PITY,
TINGLE OF EXCITEMENT.
SO YOU'RE A MUSICIAN?
ALL RIGHT.
YOU ANY GOOD?
NO.
YOU'RE OKAY. I COULD TELL LISELLE WAS A WOMAN OF TASTE.
SHE WOULDN'T HAVE LOVED A BAD MUSICIAN.
YEAH.
I'M GREAT. HUGE.
LAST YEAR I MADE $9,000 FOR MY MUSIC.
WELL, THAT'S $9,000 MORE THAN VAN GOGH EVER MADE FROM HIS ART.
(chuckles and sniffles)
YEAH, THINGS WORKED OUT FOR HIM.
OKAY. SO, UM, LISELLE WAS THE BREADWINNER?
YEAH. HER CUT ON AN ASTON...
(sniffles) COULD KEEP US GOING FOR A COUPLE MONTHS,
SO I COULD CONCENTRATE ON MY MUSIC.
SHE DID IT FOR ME. SHE HATED THAT JOB.
DID THAT EVER CAUSE TENSION IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP?
SURE.
COUPLES FIGHT.
I DIDN'T LIKE HER WORKING AT THAT PLACE, BUT...
YOU NEEDED THE MONEY. IT'S FAIR ENOUGH.
SHE WAS GETTING HIT ON ALL THE TIME
BY RICH EGOMANIACS, OKAY?
IT'S GONNA MAKE YOU JEALOUS, RIGHT?
WHAT KIND OF STUFF?
YOU KNOW, UH, JEWELRY, PERFUME,
STUFF LIKE THAT. LISELLE ALWAYS SENT IT BACK.
OUT OF RESPECT FOR ME.
NOT ALL OF IT.
THIS IS VERY VALUABLE.
LISELLE SAID IT WAS TOO VALUABLE TO GET RID OF.
SHE SAID WE'D USE IT TO, UH, PAY FOR OUR WEDDING.
WHO GAVE HER THE PRINT?
(crying) I'VE DONE BAD, STUPID THINGS.
I NEVER DESERVED HER.
AND NOW SHE'S GONE. GOD.
OH, STOP.
SELF-PITY'LL KILL YOU.
TAKE IT FROM SOMEONE THAT KNOWS.
JEFF SPARHAWK HAS NO ALIBI.
YOU CAN DISPENSE WITH THE COP TALK, LISBON.
NOTHING'S BOTHERING ME.
NOTHING IS BOTHERING ME.
GOOD.
SPARHAWK--NO ALIBI, YEAH?
MM.
(Lisbon) BY THE WAY,
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M JEALOUS AND RESENTFUL?
IT WAS NONSENSE.
(Patrick) YET YOU RECALL MY EXACT WORDS.
THERE'S NO SHAME IN IT. I FEEL THAT WAY, TOO, SOMETIMES.
WHY DOES EVERYONE ELSE GET TO HAVE A NORMAL LIFE?
MY LIFE IS FINE.
NORMALLY YOU RISE ABOVE SUCH CRAVEN EMOTIONS,
BUT IN THIS CASE, YOUR HANDS WERE TIED.
IT'S THE RULES. YOU'RE FORCED TO DO
WHAT YOUR WORST SELF IS TELLING YOU TO DO ANYWAY.
HENCE, YOUR TENSION HEADACHE.
I DON'T...
ALL RIGHT.
I-I DO HAVE A HEADACHE, BUT THAT'S A COINCIDENCE.
NAH.
EITHER I OBEY THE RULES
OR I RISK TAKING BIG HEAT FOR IGNORING THEM.
WHATEVER YOU SAY.
LISBON.
(Van Pelt) Hey, I found something on that print.
IT SOLD AT AUCTION IN SAN FRANCISCO LAST YEAR,
PURCHASED BY WALTER MASHBURN FOR 30 GRAND.
MASHBURN. SOUNDS FAMILIAR. (mouths word)
HE FOUNDED MASHBURN AVIONICS,
SOLD IT TEN YEARS AGO FOR BILLIONS.
HE WAS ALSO LISELLE DOUGLAS' LAST APPOINTMENT
THE DAY SHE DIED.
DID YOU NOTICE THE BADGE, OR SHOULD I SHOW YOU AGAIN?
I'M SO SORRY, BUT I CAN'T SAY IF MR. MASHBURN IS HERE OR NOT.
WE'RE A PRIVATE CLUB, AND OUR MEMBERS TREASURE THEIR PRIVACY.
(whispers) DON'T WORRY. I'LL FIND HIM.
(indistinct conversations)
W--EXCUSE ME, SIR.
WELL, HELLO THERE.
THE DECK, CORNER TABLE?
HUH?
OH, YOU MUST BE NEW. WALTER MASHBURN.
I LIKED LISELLE.
SMART WOMAN. DAMN SHAME.
AND YOU GAVE HER AN EXPENSIVE GIFT.
WERE YOU SLEEPING WITH HER?
(chuckles) IF I SLEPT WITH EVERYONE I GAVE GIFTS TO,
I WOULDN'T GET ANY WORK DONE...
BUT YOU PROPOSITIONED HER, AND SHE SAID NO.
(chuckles)
PERCEPTIVE.
YOU'RE A PSYCHIC, AREN'T YOU?
WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT?
YOU HAVE THIS CHARLATAN AIR ABOUT YOU.
(chuckles)
MY SECOND...
NO, MY THIRD WIFE WAS INTO ALL THAT MYSTICAL GOOP.
YOU LEARN TO RECOGNIZE THE TYPE.
HOW MANY WIVES HAVE YOU HAD?
(chuckles) ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER.
BUT I'M CURRENTLY UNATTACHED.
SO WERE YOU SLEEPING WITH LISELLE OR NOT?
NOT.
THAT PRINT WAS A REWARD
FOR FINDING ME AN AUSTIN HEALEY 2-SEATER FROM 1960.
MM-HMM.
AND THE APPOINTMENT YOU HAD WITH HER THE DAY SHE DIED?
NO, THANKS.
I'D LOVE TO.
YOU HAVE A DAMAGED INTENSITY THAT'S QUITE ATTRACTIVE.
MM. YEAH.
I LIVE IN SACRAMENTO.
OH, YOU'RE VERY GOOD. VERY GOOD.
I HAVE ONE QUESTION-- UH, DID YOU KILL LISELLE?
HMM?
JAKE, CHECK, PLEASE.
LET ME SHOW YOU FOLKS SOMETHING.
(Walter) SMUGGLERS CALL 'EM GO-FAST BOATS--SAYS IT ALL.
NOTHING LIKE FLYING ACROSS THE OCEAN AT 80 KNOTS
TO GET THE BLOOD GOING.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME FOR A RIDE?
WE GET IT. YOU'RE AN ENERGETIC MAN.
YOU LIKE DANGER. SO WHY BRING US HERE?
I HAVE NO LOVE FOR DANGER.
NOTHING'S DANGEROUS IF YOU THINK AHEAD.
IF YOU PLAN IT RIGHT, YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH...
WELL, I WAS GONNA SAY YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH ***, BUT...
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
OKAY. SO...
WHAT'S THE POINT IN SHOWING US YOUR FANCY TOY HERE?
THIS IS HOW I LIVE MY LIFE. I HAVE A CASTLE IN SCOTLAND,
A COMPOUND ON THE WATERFRONT IN MARIN.
IF I KILLED LISELLE, WOULD I STUFF HER IN THE TRUNK
HOW WOULD YOU HAVE DONE IT?
SHE WOULD HAVE JUST DISAPPEARED,
LIKE SMOKE, LIKE SHE WAS NEVER THERE.
YOU ENJOY BEING A *** SUSPECT, DON'T YOU?
AM I? A SUSPECT?
OF COURSE. IT COULD BE YOU'RE A SOCIOPATH,
OR IT COULD BE THAT KILLING IS A THRILL THAT YOU CAN'T BUY.
NOT A LOT EXCITES YOU ANYMORE, DOES IT, WALTER?
PATRICK, IF YOU REALLY THINK I KILLED LISELLE,
THERE'S ONLY ONE THING FOR YOU TO DO.
(boat engine starts)
THAT COULD BE YOU.
MASHBURN'S GOT ZERO PRIORS, BUT HE'S BEEN INVESTIGATED
BUT THEY NEVER FOUND ANYTHING.
HE THINKS HE'S A GENIUS. HE'S A PIRATE THAT GOT LUCKY.
EXCEPT YOU.
WAIT. WALTER MASHBURN ASKED YOU OUT?
NO.
WOW.
PERSONALLY, I THOUGHT SHE SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR IT.
A LITTLE EMPTY GLAMOUR WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD FOR HER.
RIGSBY, WHY DON'T YOU GO
AND TALK TO HIS ALIBI, THE SWIMSUIT MODEL?
OH, SURE, YEAH, THE SWIMSUIT MODEL. UH, NO PROBLEM.
THE ALIBI WILL BE SOLID, WHETHER HE DID IT OR NOT.
I GOT SOMETHING.
IT SEEMS WESTHOFF, THE BOSS AT ZENITH MOTORS,
REPORTED A FERRARI DISAPPEARED FROM THEIR SERVICE DEPARTMENT
THE NIGHT OF THE ***. BUT AN HOUR LATER,
SO HE FOUND THE CAR?
WE NEED TO FIND OUT. I GOT THE AUTOPSY REPORT.
LISELLE DIED OF MAJOR HEAD TRAUMA
CAUSED BY FORCEFUL CONTACT WITH THE PAVEMENT.
THAT PUT TOGETHER WITH SKIN ABRASIONS, BONE FRACTURES--
WELL, IF A CAR IS THE *** WEAPON,
IT'LL HAVE TRACE EVIDENCE ON IT--BLOOD, D.N.A.--
EVEN IF THE KILLER WASHED IT.
OKAY.
(whistles) WHOO.
I'M OUT SICK TWO DAYS,
YOU'VE BEEN SICK ON AND OFF FOR A MONTH.
HEY, NO FREE RIDES.
DON'T TELL ME ABOUT RULES, YOU SON OF A ***.
OH, YOU?
YOU NEED TO REMEMBER WHICH ONE OF US HERE IS THE MAN.
HEY, GUYS. ARE WE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING?
MANAGEMENT SEMINAR.
TRADITIONALLY IN THESE DOMINANCE DISPLAYS,
IT'S CUSTOMARY TO, UH, BARE ONE'S CANINES.
SOME SPECIES GO SO FAR AS EXPOSING THEIR GENITALS. YEAH?
1986 FERRARI TESTAROSSA-- BELONGS TO AN ALEXA LANDAU,
I DON'T KNOW.
'CAUSE I TOLD HIM THE OWNER'S HUSBAND MAY HAVE TAKEN THE CAR.
HE STOLE HIS OWN WIFE'S CAR?
YEAH, LANDAUS ARE SPLITTING UP.
YOU KNOW, RICH PEOPLE AND THEIR FRICKIN' SOAP OPERA LIVES.
APPARENTLY, THE HUSBAND TOOK THE CAR TO VEGAS, PARTIED HARD,
AND BEFORE SHE JETS OFF TO MILAN,
SHE BRINGS IT IN TO BE DETAILED,
SPECIFICALLY TELLS KINSEY NOT TO LET HER PIG HUSBAND NEAR IT.
(Cho) AND YOU THINK THE HUSBAND DIDN'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER?
NOAH LANDAU'S A BIG RECORD PRODUCER,
NOAH LANDAU WAS AT THE COCKTAIL PARTY
WHEN LISELLE'S BODY WAS DISCOVERED. I'LL TALK TO LISBON.
MM. "RICH PEOPLE AND THEIR FRICKIN' SOAP OPERA LIVES."
ARE YOU KIDDING? I LOVE 'EM.
I'M ON THE WAY UP, MY FRIEND. RICH PEOPLE ARE TAKING ME THERE.
WELL, SOMEDAY, BUT IN THE MEANTIME,
LANDAU IS DINING AT SOME LAVISH RESTAURANT IN LAS VEGAS.
SITTING ACROSS THE TABLE
FROM HIM IS A WOMAN PROBABLY HALF HIS AGE
THAT'S LAUGHING AT EVERY ONE OF HIS JOKES.
AND YOU'RE STUCK HERE WITH THIS GUY, REHEATING... BEEF SOUP?
SURE.
WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE FOOD ISSUES?
YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER THAT. WERE YOU AN ORPHAN?
A LOT OF THIEVES AROUND HERE.
WELL, SOMEONE DID.
YEAH, JUST THE OTHER DAY. HOW LOW IS THAT?
YEAH.
BEEF--
IT'S NOT REALLY A POPULAR SOUP MEAT, IS IT?
EACH HIS OWN.
YEAH, I GUESS.
(Van Pelt) SO HE KILLED HER WHILE STEALING HIS OWN CAR?
(Rigsby) THAT'S THE THEORY. LOOK, GRACE,
I JUST WANNA LET YOU KNOW I'M NOT WORRIED
I KNOW WE WILL.
IF WORSE COMES TO WORSE,
THEY PROBABLY WOULDN'T TRANSFER YOU OUT OF THE CENTRAL VALLEY.
WELL, YOU'RE ASSUMING I'M THE ONE TO BE TRANSFERRED?
YEAH, I'VE BEEN HERE ALMOST FIVE YEARS, SO SENIORITY,
IT'S MY CAREER, TOO, WAYNE.
NO, I DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY.
THANKS FOR YOUR PERMISSION.
OH, IT WAS YOUR WIFE'S CAR, MR. LANDAU,
YOUR, UH, ESTRANGED WIFE?
YEAH, WELL, WE'RE UH-- WHAT DO YOU CALL--RECONCILING.
OH? CONGRATULATIONS.
THAT'S NICE.
SO THE TRIP TO VEGAS WAS A LAST HURRAH?
YES, WE KNOW ABOUT IT. WE KNOW EVERYTHING, MR. LANDAU.
LISELLE DOUGLAS SOLD YOUR WIFE THAT CAR. YOU KNOW HER?
REALLY? LISELLE SOLD ME THAT CAR.
'86 TESTAROSSA-- FRICKIN' CLASSIC.
YOU THINK ALEXA EVEN CARED? SHE CAN'T EVEN DRIVE STICK.
SO YOU TOOK WHAT WAS YOURS. THAT'S UNDERSTANDABLE.
YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOU KILLED HER, DIDN'T YOU?
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. WAIT A SECOND. WAIT A SECOND.
WELL, MAYBE YOU DIDN'T SEE HER UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE.
IT WAS DARK. HELP YOURSELF, MR. LANDAU. TELL US YOUR SIDE.
(whispers) WOW.
(normal voice) OH, MAN, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT.
IT'S NOT LIKE THAT. LOOK...
(sighs) WHEN I GOT BACK FROM VEGAS,
I, UH,
I-I FORGOT SOME, UH, STUFF IN MY CAR.
DRUGS?
NO. YEAH, DRUGS. WHAT ELSE?
ALEXA AND I--
WE'RE WORKING OUT CUSTODY OF OUR SON.
WELL, A PLACE LIKE ZENITH
OF COURSE NOT. THEY'D POLITELY LEAVE IT IN THE GLOVE BOX,
WHERE ALEXA WOULD FIND IT AND HAVE ME THROWN IN PRISON.
THAT'S WHY I HAD TO GET THE CAR BEFORE SHE FOUND THE DOPE.
SO YOU STOLE IT.
UH, NO. I ASKED SOMEONE TO DO ME A FAVOR.
AND THEN I WAS PARTYING, I LOST MY PHONE,
I CAN'T GET AHOLD OF THE GUY.
THAT'S WHY I WENT TO THAT STUPID COCKTAIL PARTY,
HE'S A SALESMAN?
NO, NO. IT'S LISELLE'S BOYFRIEND.
HIS NAME IS JEFF SPARHAWK. HE'S GOT THE CAR.
JUMPED AT THE CHANCE TO GET CLOSE TO ME, SO I WAS...
SHOULD HAVE JUST ASKED HIM TO KILL MY WIFE.
THAT'S A JOKE. (laughs)
YOU GUYS, MAN.
OOH.
(hip-hop music playing)
(Patrick) WHOA!
EXCUSE ME. MR. JANE.
(loudly) WHAT? OH, SORRY.
(music stops, car turns off)
I'M SORRY, MR. JANE. YOU CANNOT HANG OUT IN THE MERCHANDISE.
OH. OKAY. UH, WELL, WHAT WE NEED THEN IS A TEST DRIVE.
DOWN TO THE BEACH WOULD BE GOOD.
ABSOLUTELY. WELL, NOT ME, BUT, UH--
I DON'T REALLY CARE FOR THIS KIND OF OSTENTATION,
BUT CHO LIKES WHAT YOU'RE COOKING.
YOU KNOW, I'M SO SORRY.
OUR INVENTORY STARTS IN THE LOW SIX FIGURES, SO I NEED
A BANK STATEMENT BEFORE I CAN BOOK AN APPOINTMENT.
OTHERWISE WE WOULD BE INUNDATED WITH REQUESTS. YOU UNDERSTAND.
YEAH, OF COURSE.
NO.
OH. OKAY.
HEY. WE GOT A LEAD ON SPARHAWK AND THE MISSING FERRARI.
UH, COULD YOU DO ME A FAVOR?
SURE.
(pole whirring)
(boat engine rumbling)
PATRICK.
AHOY!
UNEXPECTED PLEASURE.
WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?
FISHING.
FOR WHAT?
WHATEVER BITES.
YOU'RE NOT ON STAKEOUT THEN?
WHAT'S A STAKEOUT?
(siren wails)
THERE'S OUR CAR.
WHERE'S SPARHAWK?
I CAN'T BELIEVE HE COULD WALK AWAY FROM SOMETHING LIKE THIS
THAT'S BLOOD ON THE AIR BAG. HE WAS IN IT, ALL RIGHT.
NO BRAKE MARKS.
(sirens wailing)
(Jeff) COME ON. COME AND GET ME!
COME ON, YOU ***! COME AND TAKE ME.
PUT IT DOWN! PUT IT DOWN.
GO AHEAD AND MAKE ME!
(panting)
DON'T SHOOT HIM UNLESS HE GOES AT ME FOR REAL.
I DON'T KNOW, BOSS.
BOSS...
JEFF...
WE NEED TO TALK.
JEFF...
PUT THAT THING DOWN NOW.
MAKE ME. (grunts) GO AHEAD AND MAKE ME!
NOBODY'S GONNA SHOOT YOU, JEFF...
NO MATTER HOW BADLY YOU WANT THEM TO.
I KILLED HER.
I KILLED LISELLE.
THEN LET'S TALK ABOUT IT.
LET US HELP YOU, JEFF.
PUT DOWN THE WEAPON.
(loud clatter)
YOU'RE UNDER ARREST, JEFF.
WE'RE GONNA TAKE YOU TO A DOCTOR,
HAVE HIM CHECK YOU OUT.
(handcuffs click)
IS THIS IT? IS THIS HOW YOU WORK YOUR MAGIC?
WHAT MAGIC'S THAT? OH.
CHECK OUT THIS LITTLE PUPPY.
THAT'S A KEEPER. (blows)
YOU THINK I DIDN'T CHECK YOU OUT?
WHAT'D YOU FIND?
PSYCHIC, JUST AS I CALLED IT.
AH, NO SUCH THING AS PSYCHICS.
OH, I KNOW. YOU'RE A CHARLATAN, AS I SAID.
YOU LOST YOUR WIFE AND KID TO A SERIAL KILLER--
YOUR FAULT, YOU THINK--
AND NOW YOU'RE ON THIS HOPELESS QUEST FOR REDEMPTION,
BATTLING EVIL AND INJUSTICE, RIGHT?
(clicks tongue) CLOSE ENOUGH.
YOU PLAY MIND GAMES WITH PEOPLE, YOU SIZE UP THEIR WEAKNESSES
OH, YOU MAKE IT SOUND SO COOL.
AND AS FOR YOUR WORK SO FAR ON ME,
I GUESS YOU THINK
I'M VAIN, EGOTISTICAL AND HATE BEING IGNORED.
DO YOU DISAGREE?
HUH.
BUT I'M ALSO CUNNING, RUTHLESS, AND I HATE TO LOSE.
JUST THE KIND OF MAN THAT WOULD KILL A WOMAN FOR REJECTING HIM.
WELL, YOU KNEW LISELLE WAS STUFFED IN THE TRUNK. HOW?
I HAVE A LOT OF FRIENDS--
DID YOU KILL LISELLE DOUGLAS?
YOU TELL ME.
I'LL KNOW SOON ENOUGH. I JUST NEED TO READ YOU A LITTLE MORE,
NOT AT ALL. DIG AWAY. IT'LL BE FUN.
ANYTHING FOR A THRILL.
(cell phone rings)
We brought in the victim's boyfriend.
HE'S LOOKING PRETTY GOOD FOR IT.
Yeah, maybe a little later. I'm kind of busy.
WELL, I'M WITH AN ADMIRER OF YOURS,
WHO, UH, LOOKS VERY GOOD FOR IT AS WELL,
NOT MASHBURN.
UH, HE SAID HI.
IN THERE.
HUNG UP.
YES?
LOOK, YOU'RE GIVING ME FROSTBITE. CAN WE TALK OR WHAT?
(sighs) SURE. I GUESS.
OKAY, LOOK... (sighs)
I'M SORRY. I WASN'T TRYING TO SAY THAT YOUR JOB
IS LESS IMPORTANT THAN MINE.
I KNOW. IT'S JUST...
YOU'RE DECIDING HOW MY CAREER SHOULD GO?
PLANNING MY ENTIRE LIFE FOR ME?
IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE MARRIED OR ANYTHING.
GRACE, I GET IT. YOU'RE RIGHT. WE'RE NOT MARRIED.
HOW STUPID WOULD THAT BE, RIGHT?
YEAH, UM, WE'VE ONLY BEEN DATING A COUPLE MONTHS.
WELL, SURE, BUT WHAT'S STUPID ABOUT IT?
BUT WHAT ABOUT TOMORROW?
I MEAN, LONG-TERM, WHERE ARE WE?
YEAH, WE PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE DONE IT
BEFORE WE ANNOUNCED OUR RELATIONSHIP
WELL, MY JOB'S ON THE LINE, TOO.
LOOK, GRACE, I KNOW YOU'RE SCARED,
BUT YOU CAN'T KEEP BLOWING HOT AND COLD ON ME LIKE THIS,
SO WHAT, I SHOULD JUST MOVE TO THE FRESNO OFFICE
YOU KNOW WHAT? FINE. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, GRACE.
(scoffs)
JEFF, WE'VE GOT THE LAB RUSHING THE RESULTS
ON THE D.N.A. TEST ON THE BUMPER OF THE FERRARI.
ONCE WE FIND LISELLE'S BLOOD, ANY LEVERAGE YOU HAD IS GONE.
YOU THINK I KILLED HER?
IT HELPS THAT YOU SAID SO DURING THE STANDOFF.
RIGHT.
WHAT'S WEIRD...
I THINK IF I HAD KILLED HER,
I'D FEEL BETTER THAN I DO NOW. AT LEAST I'D FEEL IN CONTROL.
SO NOW YOU'RE SAYING YOU DIDN'T DO IT?
I DIDN'T.
BUT I DID...
METAPHORICALLY.
I KILLED HER WITH MY SELFISHNESS.
THIS ISN'T A LYRIC-WRITING WORKSHOP, JEFF.
YOU WERE THERE THE NIGHT SHE DIED.
YOU STOLE THE CAR AT LANDAU'S REQUEST AND STASHED IT WHERE?
PARKING GARAGE?
(whispers) YEAH.
(normal voice) I THOUGHT, UH, IF THIS GUY GIVES ME A BREAK,
I CAN FINALLY MAKE IT, TAKE CARE OF LISELLE FOR ONCE.
(scoffs)
SHE TAKES CARE OF ME BY WORKING HER *** OFF.
MY BIG IDEA WAS GRAND THEFT AUTO.
NO.
MAYBE IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
NO.
SHE W--SHE NEVER EVEN SAW ME. SHE WAS WORKING TOO HARD.
(voice breaking) I LOVED HER.
IF I HAD KILLED HER,
YOU WOULDN'T BE TALKING TO ME, 'CAUSE I'D BE DEAD, TOO.
(whispers) YEAH.
THE HUMAN BRAIN IS BUILT IN LAYERS--
THE *** SAPIEN BRAIN
ON TOP OF THE CAVEMAN ON TOP OF THE ANIMAL.
WAY DOWN, DEEP BELOW, YOU WILL FIND THE LIZARD BRAIN.
LIZARD-- ALL ACTION AND REACTION,
NO SUBTLETY.
YOU CANNOT TRAIN IT TO NOT REACT.
YOU'RE TELLING ME.
(laughs)
ALL THE LIZARD BRAIN KNOWS IS THAT SOMETHING IS HIDDEN
AND YOU DON'T WANT IT FOUND. YOU CAN'T HIDE YOUR REACTION.
YOU'RE TALKING A GOOD GAME, BUT I DON'T SEE MY RING.
I'M LISTENING, AND THE RING...
IS...
(exhales deeply)
EXCUSE ME.
HUH.
THANKS.
CHEERS.
THANK YOU.
VOILà.
PARLOR TRICK.
YES, BUT IT GIVES ME A TRUER SENSE OF YOUR CHARACTER.
IT'S QUACKERY. YOU--YOU DISAPPOINT ME.
YOU THINK YOU SWEAT TOO MUCH, YOU HAVE MILD DIRT PHOBIA,
AND YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH YOUR MOTHER.
IF I CARED AT ALL ABOUT RESPECT,
I JUST SAY WHAT I SEE.
I HAVE TO PROVE YOU WRONG.
I DO.
MM.
JANE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
CHO. PROVING A POINT. LISBON WITH YOU?
OH, THAT'S A SHAME. SHE'D ENJOY THIS.
NO DOUBT. YOU READY, WALTER?
GOOD. OH! IT'S VERY LOW.
OF COURSE NOT.
WELL, YOU SHOULD BE. IT'S A VERY FANCY CAR.
I DON'T LIKE THE COLOR.
BUT, UH, WHAT I'M GONNA DO IS STEER
BY FEELING YOUR REACTIONS.
YOU PLAY IT COOL, WE CRASH.
WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES. OKAY?
(birds chirping)
OKAY. ALL RIGHT.
UH, HOW DO I TURN IT ON?
OKAY.
WHOA.
(engine revving)
(imitates engine revving)
WHOA!
OH, I'LL BE DAMNED. (laughs)
AHH! THAT WAS FUN.
WHOO! (whistles)
THANK YOU. VOILà. ALL IN THE WRIST.
(Walter laughs)
(crowd shouts indistinctly)
(all gasp)
AAH! OHH!
(thud)
(seagulls calling)
WHY'D YOU DO THAT?
IT WAS A TOTAL ACCIDENT.
AH.
WELL, UH...
AT LEAST NO ONE GOT HURT.
(sniffles)
IT WAS A TERRIBLE COLOR, ANYWAY.
I-I'LL GET YOU A NEW ONE.
SORRY.
NO TRACES OF BLOOD OR D.N.A. ON THE STOLEN CAR.
AND NO SUSPECTS.
(cell phone rings)
EXCUSE ME. HEY, CHO.
OH, NO.
OH, GREAT.
NO. NO, YOU CAN HANDLE THIS ONE.
JUST BE SURE TO BE CLEAR THAT THE CBI IS NOT LIABLE.
HE IS JUST A CONSULTANT.
UH, LONG STORY.
UH, I HAVE TO BUY WALTER A NEW CAR.
COULD YOU SHOW US WHAT YOU HAVE?
AS I EXPLAINED, MR. JANE, WE NEED A BANK STATEMENT
MR. JANE HAS ASSURED ME ON HIS HONOR THAT HE'S GOOD FOR IT.
SO I'LL VOUCH FOR HIM.
(laughs) OF COURSE NOT.
ABSOLUTELY.
BUT YOU WANT THE BEST TO HELP SHOW YOU AROUND.
YES, HE'S SECOND BEST. HE'LL TRY HARDER.
RIGHT.
SHALL WE?
EXCELLENT EYE. THIS CAR--
WELL, IT'S GRAY. I MEAN, REALLY? GRAY?
YOUR CAR.
MM.
NO.
GRAY'D BE COMPLETELY WRONG, WOULDN'T IT?
LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THE, UH...
ACTUALLY, NO. LET'S GO THIS WAY. SHALL WE?
PATRICK, WE'VE BEEN THIS WAY BEFORE. LET'S GO BACK.
OH, PLEASE. BE PATIENT. SEE, THE THING IS, WALTER,
NO MATTER HOW SMART A PLAN YOU MAKE,
THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE SMARTER WHO WILL SEE THROUGH IT--
MAKES IT VERY HARD TO GET AWAY WITH ***.
I LIKE THIS CAR SHOPPING. IT'S A LOT OF FUN.
I THINK THAT'S YOUR CAR.
WHAT DO YOU THINK, CHO?
6-SPEED, PEDAL SHIFTERS. NICE.
OH, YEAH. MM!
EH. IT'S OKAY, I SUPPOSE.
TRY IT. I THINK YOU'LL LIKE IT.
MR. MASHBURN, MAY I SUGGEST--
THIS CAR--IT'S... A LITTLE GAUCHE FOR YOU.
DID YOU SEE HIS LAST CAR?
THIS IS A LOT BETTER COLOR.
THIS COLOR SYMBOLIZES PASSION, ***, ANGER.
I THINK IT'S LOVELY.
IT DOES HAVE A LITTLE DING DOWN HERE.
I'M SURE THEY CAN FIX THAT, RIGHT, ELIAS?
IT'S A REALLY NICE CAR, BUT IT'S HAD SOME TRANSMISSION PROBLEMS.
I SUGGEST THAT WE LOOK AT THE LAMBORGHINI MURCIéLAGO.
V-12,
631 HORSEPOWER--MUCH NICER THAN THE ONE YOU HAD BEFORE.
YOU KNOW WHAT?
MAYBE--MAYBE WE LEFT THE FIRST FLOOR A LITTLE TOO SOON.
THERE WERE SOME REALLY CHOICE CARS UPSTAIRS.
BUT, OF COURSE, IF THIS IS THE CAR YOU LIKE, NO PROBLEM.
OF COURSE. (chuckles)
I MEAN, IT'S--IT'S A MATTER OF OPINION. I...
I'M FINE, YES. THAT'S--I'M FINE.
HE'S NOT FINE.
HE'S FEELING SQUEAMISH 'CAUSE THIS IS THE CAR
I'M SORRY. WHAT?
I DID NOT.
YES, YOU DID. YOU LED US RIGHT TO IT,
(laughs) THAT'S THE MOST--
THAT'S THE MOST RIDICULOUS...
YEP.
YEAH.
(grunts)
(grunts)
(panting)
(handcuffs click)
SO IT'S OVER.
YEAH, IT'S OVER.
THAT'S TOO BAD. IT WAS FUN.
YEAH. HOW YOU GONNA TOP THAT THRILL?
MAYBE NEXT TIME I'LL BE THE KILLER.
IT'S THE COMPETITION.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA. IT EATS AT YOU.
SECOND PLACE--FIRST LOSER.
KINSEY WAS WINNING ANOTHER SALES DRIVE.
IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU.
WESTHOFF LIKES HUSTLE, SO YOU HUSTLED.
AND YOU MADE KINSEY SICK
BY POISONING HIS BEEF BARLEY SOUP.
ONLY LISELLE CAUGHT YOU AT IT, DIDN'T SHE?
KINSEY HAD BEEN SICK FOR A WHILE.
SHE FIGURED IT OUT, GOT MAD.
SHE THREW AWAY THE SOUP AND SAID THAT I HAD TO TELL
WESTHOFF WHAT I HAD DONE, TOLD ME I HAD TO MAKE THIS RIGHT.
"MAKE THIS RIGHT"-- WHO SAYS THAT?
SELF-RIGHTEOUS ***.
WESTHOFF FINDS OUT I WAS TAKING OUT HIS TOP EARNER,
HE'D MAKE SURE I'D NEVER WORK AGAIN.
(tires peal)
(thump)
SECURITY SHOWED UP SOONER THAN I THOUGHT,
SO I STUFFED THE BODY IN THE TRUNK.
IT WAS ME OR HER.
YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THAT.
SOMEONE GIVES YOU THAT CHOICE, YOU CHOOSE YOU EVERY TIME.
I'M SURE A JURY WILL SYMPATHIZE.
HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS ME?
LIKE I SAID, YOU'RE NUMBER TWO.
NUMBER TWO ALWAYS TRIES HARDER.
THAT, AND NOBODY STEALS BEEF BARLEY SOUP.
THEY, UH, TOLD ME THEY'RE NOT PRESSING CHARGES,
SAID I HAVE YOU TO THANK.
SO, UH, YOU KNOW, THANKS.
JUST DON'T SCREW IT UP, JEFF.
YOU DIDN'T TELL ME.
THAT YOU'RE TOGETHER. YOU DIDN'T SAY IT.
I DIDN'T HEAR YOU.
THERE ARE NO RULES BEING BROKEN THAT I'M AWARE OF--
NO HOLDING HANDS, NO SOULFUL LOOKS
NO PROBLEM.
FINE.
(cell phone rings)
HELLO?
JANE?
MEET YOU WHERE?
HEY. NEED A RIDE?
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?
OH, THIS OLD THING? WALTER MASHBURN.
EVEN THOUGH YOU WRECKED HIS CAR
IS THAT WHAT I DID?
NO. WE GAVE HIM A NEW EXPERIENCE.
HE HELPED US CATCH THE KILLER.
WE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO ACCEPT GIFTS FROM PEOPLE.
IT'S NOT A GIFT. IT'S A LEND.
NOW I KNOW THIS FANTASTIC RESTAURANT IN NAPA.
WE CAN BE THERE IN ABOUT SEVEN AND A HALF MINUTES.
IT IS A PRETTY NICE CAR.
YES, IT IS. COME ON.
PROMISE YOU WON'T BREAK THE SPEED LIMIT?
NOPE.
(Lisbon) OOH!