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I might be able to help.

In what way?

I have this gig going.

It's kind of a scam.

But, I do floating swingers' parties.

See, I know some realtors

who are pretty big heavyweights, and...

I score dope for them, and in exchange...

they let me sublease these really

primo pads while the owner's out of town.

But, for what?

Well, then I place an ad,

and for $200 a couple...

they get to swing and dance and eat,

drugs, light show, all that stuff.

Anyway, Julia says she's interested.

Not to f***, but to observe for her research.

I tell her, "You can't hassle people,

paying that kind of bread. " Right?

She comes up with the idea

that she'll pay the couple's admission...

and in exchange, she'll get to observe

them and interview them.

I let her use my P.O. Box,

and that's how come the ad.

Do you know anyone she was seeing

she might have had a beef with?

No, but she said that she thought there was

someone that was following her for a while.

Black, white? Short, tall?

I would have to presume he was white,

otherwise she would have said something.

When are you having your next party?

Why? Are you planning on coming?

I might. In the meantime, do you think

I could have a list of your regulars?

Come on, that's not very nice, is it?

Or don't I have a choice?

Yeah, you got a choice.

You can save innocent lives or protect

the anonymity of a bunch of horny a**holes.

Let me know when you decide.

Sergeant.

It's on a Rolodex at home.

I'll come get it.

I'm sure you will.

"You grieved me more than all the rest. "

All the rest?

Oh, no.

John?

No shooting board on the Wilson thing.

Harry, I need printouts

on all the unsolved female homicides...

in Los Angeles County for the past 15 years.

I need them on my desk

as soon you can get them, okay?

- Last 15 years?

- Yeah.

- You got it.

- Thanks.

Need to talk to you later, Phil.

What do you have?

What do you make of this?

It looks like blood.

If it's human,

I can get you a type in four hours.

I need it in, like, 10 minutes.

- Yeah, but if it was wet I could do that.

- Just rinse it.

Hi, neither one of us is home just now...

but if you leave your name, number,

time you called and a short message...

we'll get back to you just as soon as we can.

Please wait for the beep.

Jen, hi. It's me. I guess you went out

to a movie with Penguin.

It's after 9:
00. I'm going to be here

for quite some time.

Make that all night.

Kiss Penny good night for me,

and sleep well.

Bye-bye.

Oh, God.

Hey, Dutch. I was just looking for you, man.

- You look all squeezed out, kid.

- I'm beat.

I have a real strong feeling we got

ourselves a serial on this Niemeyer killing.

Anything behind that feeling?

The killer mailed Niemeyer

a poem yesterday.

Some of the lines of that poem

could be interpreted that he's killed before.

Funny he should write to a woman

he's already killed.

That's another thing. Subconsciously,

serial killers want to get caught.

I think he mailed the poem to Niemeyer

but wrote it to us.

You know what I mean, Dutch?

Aside from that, you got anything else?

Nothing much, really.

There's the partial prints from that book...

at the Niemeyer apartment that I found.

The computer couldn't match them,

that's not unusual...

'cause the guy's probably

never been fingerprinted before.

What do you want from me?

Know how long it would take me to get the

case files on 31 unsolved female homicides?

It would take two f***ing weeks...

and I'd have to go through

an inquisition to do it.

You, on the other hand,

could get them tomorrow morning...

and nobody would ask a goddamn thing.

What would I tell them if they did?

I'll come up with a common denominator,

an M.O. Or something.

Anything to get Gaffney and the f***ing

department behind this thing.

Gaffney? Lloyd...

this is your Dutch uncle again,

and I'm telling you...

stay away from that born-again

with feelings about serial killers.

We all know that stuff panics the public

and embarrasses the department.

He's not gonna sit still...

How long is it gonna take to get these files?

Thirty-one?

Thirty-one.

- They'll be on your desk in the morning.

- Attaboy.

- And don't forget tomorrow night.

- Tomorrow night?

Estelle's giving a party for...

You'll see tomorrow.

She's counting on you and Jen being there.

Yeah, yeah.

Dear Lloyd, this is goodbye,

for a while at least.

Penny and I have gone

to stay with an old friend in San Francisco.

It's for the best.

I know that you and I have

not communicated for a long, long time.

I'm not sure that we can again,

as our values are completely different.

You are a deeply disturbed person...

and I cannot allow you

to pass your disturbance on to Penny.

I'm withholding our address

in San Francisco...

until I am certain you will not try

to do anything rash.

I will call once we're settled.

Until then, be well and don't worry.

Love, Jen.

Jen?

No, is this Sergeant Hopkins?

That's right. Who's this?

This is Joanie Pratt. I was wondering

what you wanted to do about the Rolodex.

What Rolodex?

The party list of swingers. You seemed

to think it was important yesterday.

It's important. I should have it.

Have you had breakfast yet?

I haven't been to bed yet.

If you come over

you can have a little of both.

I thought you didn't like to talk to cops.

Who said anything about talking?

What's your address?

Okay.

Julia Lynn Niemeyer. Blonde hair,

blue eyes, age 29, West Hollywood.

Caucasian.

Black.

Hispanic.

Oriental.

Black.

Black.

Whatever.

Brown eyes, 5'4".

"Blue running pants. Blue shorts.

"Gunshot wound to the head. "

Too old.

Hooker.

Hooker.

Hooker.

Old.

Okay. Talk to me.

Innocent.

Innocent.

Innocent.

All innocent.

These are yours.

Yes, Sergeant?

Sir, as you know, I've been working

full-time on the Niemeyer killing.

- Yes, and?

- Well, sir, so far, it's a stone-cold washout.

Then stick with it. I have faith in you.

Thank you, sir.

It's funny you mention that word, faith.

I say that because this case

has been a testing of my own meager faith.

I've never,

as you can probably well imagine...

been much of a believer in God, sir...

but the way I've been stumbling on

certain kinds of evidence in this case...

has me questioning my beliefs.

I go to church on Sunday

and to prayer meetings three times a week.

But when I put on my holster

I put God out of my mind.

You want something, you tell me what it is,

and stop all the bullshit.

Right.

Sir, in the course of my investigation

into the Niemeyer murder...

I've come across

strong, instinctive evidence...

that points to at least 16

other murders of young women...

dating back 15 years.

The M.O. S are varied, but the victims

were all of a certain physical type.

Now, I've gotten the case files

on these homicides, and...

chronological consistencies

and other factors...

have convinced me that all 16 women

were killed by the same man.

The man, in fact, who killed Julia Niemeyer.

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