End Game

Why don't you take me to a

nice hotel for once, Alex?

(Alex) It's cheap.

And when they find your

body, they'll wonder

what's a beautiful girl like

you doing in a place like this?

Don't joke around.

You know I don't like it

when you talk like that.

Watch it, honey. You're

starting to sound like a wife.

God, Bea, you have such a beautiful ass.

I love it when you call me beautiful.

Why don't you come back to bed?

I want to take a few pictures first.

Pervert.

So,

tell me--

who's this disgusting old man

that I saw you with tonight?

What?

Remember what we said,

"Tell me no lies."

He's only my sponsor.

A sponsor?

Yes.

He pays for my dance lessons.

And? What else?

Sometimes he helps me with

the rent when I'm short.

Mm-hm. And what's this sponsor's name?

Why do you want to know?

Well, [dry chuckle]

I wanna know if he gets

you off the way I do.

For Chrissake, don't be disgusting!

All you have to do is tell me his name.

[sigh]

Bergman.

Richard Bergman.

Now was that so hard?

Now that we got that little

piece of business out of the way,

I got something special for you tonight.

You ever been handcuffed before?

No.

Mm.

It can be quite fun.

Does it hurt?

Yes, it hurts. I don't

think I like this.

Oh, relax.

[moan] How about this, you like that?

Uh-huh.

Does it hurt?

Yeah, it hurts.

Like that, baby?

Hm?

[groaning] Yeah.

Baby, you wanna come?

Yeah.

Oh, tell me you want to come.

I wanna come!

Tell me you want to come!

I want to come!

Come on baby, tell me you want to come!

I want to come!

[moans and groans]

Oh, yeah!

One last thing for me, baby!

Yeah?

[groans and whimpering]

Oh, yeah!! Ah!!

Oh, ohhhh.

Ahh, ahh.

Ahh. Mmm.

Mmm, that's it.

Oh, that's it.

[kiss and heavy breathing]

Was it good for you?

[deep sigh] It was good for me.

Mmm.

(male voice) Morning, Lieutenant.

For God's sake, cover her up!

Go get some coffee, guys.

What have we got, Thomas?

Name is Bea Fraser. 26

year-old from Oakland.

Died after midnight from

a severe lack of oxygen.

Okay. Burk's in charge.

It's his crime scene.

See you downstairs, Danny.

Say, Danny.

So what do you think?

It's the best-looking stiff

I've seen in a long time.

Can you explain to me

why somebody would want

to snuff a piece like that?

You might want to talk

to the manager outside.

He's in the hall. He's a good witness.

You the hotel manager?

I'm not the cleaning lady.

Detective Burke. I understand

you discovered the body.

You find all kinds of

bodies in this joint.

Old geezers, junkies,

players. Hookers. You name it.

A kid like this?

She was a good pick to take care of.

What makes you think

she was a working girl?

Think she comes here for the atmosphere?

You ever seen her around here before?

Nah. Nah, not this one.

So you didn't hear anything

last night, no loud noises?

Nothing suspicious?

That's every night.

You have my card. If

hear anything at all,

please get in touch with us.

Hey! Let's get this cleaned out!

I gotta rent the room!

Damn!

I got it.

I can do that. I'll be there. Thanks.

So what have you got?

The office contacted

the victim's employer,

we got a break.

She has a roommate.

Good thing somebody's

doing their job around here.

The hotel manager, he wasn't much help.

(Mayfield) Hello, Miss Peterlake?

Do you have any idea what time it is?

I'm sorry. Detective Bishop.

Homicide Division.

May I come in, please?

Homicide?

Yes, may I come in?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, come in.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You might want to sit down.

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

Your roommate, Beatrice, was murdered.

We found her earlier this morning.

She was found in a

fleabag hotel downtown.

I'm sorry.

Uh, Miss Peterlake, I'm

a little pressed for time.

I'm looking for evidence for the case.

Do you know if Beatrice had any diaries,

any phone books, anything like that?

Um, she has some stuff

in the top drawer.

This is her room? May I look?

Yes.

Thank you.

Did Beatrice mention any boyfriends?

Uh, she had a boyfriend but she

never really talked about him.

Any phone numbers

lying around the house?

No, no.

Well, this will do for now.

We'll keep in touch, okay?

By the way, I was wondering,

maybe I could take

you to dinner sometime.

Do you like Chinese food?

[horrified] No!

I'm sorry. It doesn't hurt to try.

You have a good day, ma'am.

So what are you thinking?

That girl was about my daughter's age.

I've been doing this mess for 30 years

and I will never figure it out.

I was thinking about that

girl back in February.

The one from Larox.

What was her name?

Orenstein, I think. You remember.

Refresh my memory.

Well, they found her

body on the North side.

Strangled, wasn't she?

She drowned, actually.

Killer got her to put her head

in a buck of water during sex.

They told the family

it was strangulation

to save them the embarrassment.

Media woulda had a field day with it.

Kind of sends them out with

a bang, so to speak, huh?

Let's see if anybody's in.

Could you hold that for me?

[knocking]

Who is it?

(Burk) Police, ma'am.

Do you mind if we come in?

Sure.

That was fast.

What do you mean by "fast? "

The other cop, he just left.

You must have passed him on your way in.

She must be talkin' about that fat guy

we just passed in the lobby.

Yeah, the fat guy. He

said his name was Bishop,

he told me that Bea was murdered.

Son of a b*tch. He's gone.

He came for her stuff.

What stuff?

Um, phone book, scrap book,

diaries, stuff like that.

Did I screw up or something?

Her body wasn't discovered

till about two hours ago.

I don't understand.

The fat guy, impersonating

a police officer,

could be the killer.

Is there someplace you

could stay for a few days?

Oh, no, please, I'd rather stay here.

We'll be doing a

pretty thorough search--

it might be inconvenient for you.

Oh, I would rather stay.

Certainly, if that's what you'd like.

We'll leave a policeman here on guard.

Outside, of course.

Here's our card. If you

need anything at all,

please contact us.

We'll see ourselves out.

Thank you for your time.

Can you believe the balls on this guy?

He sure is methodical.

I'll get a guy downstairs on the door.

Yeah.

[sigh]

[deep sigh]

[deep sigh]

Oh--

you're a handsome devil.

[light thud]

What time is?

It's only a little after one.

Have you eaten?

Yeah, I ate.

Why so late?

Found a young ballet dancer, dead

at the Lafayette Hotel this morning.

Seems she's gonna fit the profile.

Hmm. Congratulations.

You must have gone out celebrating.

You reek like a brewery.

Stopped to have a few beers with Mackle.

You know he's trying to get me in

down at the medical examiner's office.

You know what that's like.

It's like pulling teeth getting

anything done around there.

Medical examiner's office.

Oh, that's no nine to five.

I don't see why you don't just

work the system like everyone else.

Get your degree and move on.

[sigh]

I'm happy where I am right now.

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