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And no one's experience

typifies what I'm writing about

more than yours.

You were the jury foreman

at the Whitman trial.

How do you know that?

That was never supposed

to be made public.

( Chuckles )

Do you mind

if I close this

- so we can have a

bit more privacy?

- Yeah, I do mind.

Hey, I don't want

to talk to you.

Especially about

that trial.

I put that son of a b*tch

where he belongs,

that's all there

is to it.

( Yells )

Not quite all.

Never eat spinach quiche

after 9:
00 at night.

( Chuckles )

Oh.

Anyway, I want to welcome

you to the division.

I requested you

from oceanside

because of your academic

background in psychology.

I'm assigning you

to inspector morrell.

Oh, I'd be honored to work

with inspector morrell.

He's been behind a

desk for a while,

but I want to put him back

in the saddle with you.

I'm warning you, he has these

muscle spasms occasionally,

but don't let that

freak you out

because he's still one

of my best detectives.

Sir, I'm well aware

of his reputation.

( Chuckles )

I'm a little concerned

about him and,

- see, we look after

our own here, ricci.

- Yes, sir.

So go pick him up,

and the next case

up is yours.

Thank you, sir.

( Knocking )

Hello?

Inspector morrell?

Inspector morrell?

( C*cks gun )

No! don't do it!

What the f***?

( Breathing heavily )

your gun.

I thought you

were going to

shoot yourself.

- Who the hell are you?

- Detective sergeant ricci.

Your door was open.

My door is open because

the lock is busted

and the super's

going to fix it.

What were you doing

with that?

I was cleaning my weapon.

Is there a law against that?

- In here?

- In here, the light

is good--

look, lady,

how can I help you?

Sorry, sir.

I'm your new partner.

( Laughing, chattering )

( Banging )

God damn it.

F***.

Hey! don't play

around here!

Stupid-ass kids.

What, you never

heard of knocking?

Who the f*** are you?

Who the f*** you think

you are coming in--

( grunting )

Come here,

sit down.

Easy, man.

If you want my stash,

you can have it.

It's right there.

- Take it, it's right there.

- Shut up.

You're still the sniveling

little weasel, I see.

Good to see ya.

I need a place to operate

from for a few weeks.

This'll do.

Who are you?

Ricci:

excuse me, sir, but...

The guys at the

precinct must've been

jerking me around.

They said you caught Whitman

by biting his nose off.

Didn't do any good,

doctors set it right back on.

Why'd he do that

to his victims?

I mean, kill them the way

saints were martyred?

Whitman was

a biblical scholar.

Very respected,

very psychotic.

His father was a minister

and he beat his wife

for having imagined affairs,

he didn't believe his kids

were his own kids,

and he made their

lives a living hell, okay?

The mother did

nothing to help?

No, she was too afraid.

So Whitman killed

all those women

because he hated his mother

for not saving him.

It's called

displacement rage.

Sounds like we been

reading the same books.

( Laughs )

I'm interested

in people.

They're like puzzles.

I mean, you for instance.

They say you studied

to be a priest,

memorized the Bible

word for word.

That's how you decoded

the chapter and verse quotes

Whitman left on the bodies,

how you found his hideout.

Ricci, where's this going?

Nowhere, sir.

I just--

I just wanted you

to know I was

honored to be your

new partner.

You'll get over

that real soon.

( Chuckles )

( Radio chatter )

Officer:

i got plates

on all of these.

Hello, ricci.

- How ya feel?

- Got my new suit on,

I'm ready.

Good.

After you take

a look inside,

let me know if you

really want this case.

I need your mind

on this one,

but if you have

the slightest doubt

I'll put you on

something else

and bring in

wisher and Miller.

All right?

- Yeah, I'm ready.

- Okay.

Did someone move the body?

Yeah, the killer.

Oh.

Elmo.

Elmo?

His name is Edward ackers,

retired tool-die worker.

St. elmo.

What the hell are

you talking about?

Don:

he was the patron Saint

of sailors.

He was martyred.

They...

Found his intestines

around the windlass.

I've never heard of him.

Someone want to get me

a ladder, please?

What's it say?

Corinthians...

- 15:
21.

- what does it mean?

"Since by man came death.

By man came also the

resurrection of the dead."

( Beeps )

( Water boiling )

Don't worry, it'll be

over in one second.

( Phone rings )

Hello?

- Miss Sandra carlow?

- Yes?

Hi, my name's

John Saltzman.

I'm a reporter

from the "tribune."

Um...

Yeah, that would be fine.

In a few minutes.

John Saltzman?

( Doorbell rings )

Hi, John Saltzman.

Thanks for seeing me

on such short notice.

I won't take more than a few

minutes out of your life.

- Please come in.

- Thank you.

You said something

about a story about me.

Oh, yes.

Well, actually,

it's a story about

the flaws in our

criminal justice system.

You were a member of the jury

in the Whitman trial and--

oh, my god. No, I don't

want to talk about that.

All the members of the jury

agreed never to go public.

It was just such a...

Awful experience.

We just wanted to forget.

Hmm, I understand.

Well, sometimes these things

do come back to haunt you.

( Water hissing )

Excuse me, I have a

lobster on the stove.

Would you like

a cup of coff--

no, thanks,

caffeine makes me edgy.

( Screams )

( Grunts )

( Whimpering )

No, no.

( Whimpering )

Please don't kill me.

I'll do anything.

Yes, yes. I know

you'll do anything.

So, let's

start with this.

( Dialing )

If I knew what this

was gonna be,

I never would've

called you in on it.

You don't think

i can handle it?

Look, all I'm saying is

a Whitman copycat should

not be your next case.

Personally, I think

you're wrong.

I mean, Whitman

never killed a man,

and I don't--

I don't think it's a copycat,

i think it's something

different.

He arranged a body to

look like a martyred

Saint, didn't he?

Yeah, but that's m.O.

M.O. Can change depending

on the circumstances.

Signature remains static.

Whitman's signature

was to punish women.

You need me on this.

Let me do it.

You don't sound like

you really want it.

Maybe that's why I need it.

Okay, it's all yours.

But things start to fall apart,

you come talk to me, all right?

Yeah.

( Crying )

no.

It's me, baby bear.

Sandra?

What?

( chuckles )

Honey, looks like our dinner's

making a break for it.

Sandra?

Jesus, Sandra.

What'd you spill?

We just cleaned

the carpets.

Oh, my god.

Sandra--

( grunts )

( Body thuds )

( Chattering )

What about the eyebrows?

( Scoffs )

eyebrows.

Look, I told you I only saw

the guy through my window

and his back was turned

and he was all the way

on the other side

of the street.

- You got a computer?

- Yeah, sure.

Good. you know those programs

where you can digitize

- and enhance an image?

- Yeah, I got one of those.

Tell you what

i want you to do.

I want you to

close your eyes,

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