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he didn't listen.

I got out of the car and I

went into the coffee shop.

When I come back, Mr. Bergman was dead.

Did Bergman ever mention

a name Carol Peterlake?

Not that l can recall.

Is this a good number we

can get in touch with you?

As soon as you say it's

okay, I'm leaving town.

It's just a little bit too

dangerous around here for me.

Why do you think you're in danger?

People are dying all around me,

and it's not from old age.

So whenever you tell

me it's okay, I'm gone.

Write down anything else

you might remember about Det. Bishop.

[phone rings]

Hello.

(Brad) Hello, Mrs. Burk.

How's your daughter?

Huh?

Who is this?

It's Brad Mayfield, who'd you think?

Calling to give yourself up?

What made you think it was

me? At the funeral home?

Call it a talent, or just luck.

You are one second

away from sudden death.

You won't get away next time.

If you take me on,

you'd best be careful.

A man like you has a lot to lose.

I have to go now.

By the way, no need to

get a search warrant.

If you come right now,

I'll let you in, personally.

What's going on?

Mayfield's at his apartment.

How can you be so sure of that?

He told me.

How did he get this number?

I don't know.

I told you he was dangerous.

[firemen radio wallah]

Hey, chief. Pretty good, and you?

Mayfield said l wouldn't need a warrant.

Huh! Not now. I could let you in.

He didn't leave much.

I think we lost him.

I bet he leaves town.

It won't be long.

We're building up a pretty

good profile on this guy.

Yeah. So it can sit in the

file cabinet in your office.

Any headway in what we talked about?

Yeah, the people downtown.

They got plenty of DNA

on this Orenstein girl.

The labs owe me favors.

They're gonna check in, I'll tell ya.

We'll have something solid real soon.

Good. Good.

From the look of things, Nick,

you're gonna be here all night.

Probably till to morning.

When you find something, give me a call.

You bet, buddy.

[knocks]

Who is it?

(Burk) Detective Burk.

It's open.

Come on back here.

Did you happen to get

my message last night?

No, I'm sorry. I haven't had

a chance to check my messages.

I've been really busy with work.

Did you hear about the

fire down the street?

I did hear some sirens but I

didn't think much of it, why?

That's why I called you last night.

There's a good possibility

the killer lived in the

apartment that was burned

and that he also torched it

himself to cover his tracks.

Wait. So you're telling me

that you think that the

killer lived on this street?

Yeah. And possibly that's

how he found Beatrice.

Oh. Now that you bring up Beatrice,

I hope it doesn't sound weird but

I've been wanting to

know how Beatrice died.

She was suffocated during sex.

Oh. God.

Why would anyone do something like that?

Personally--

I think the killer gets off on it.

You know what?

I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

I'm sorry, but

it's--I can't, so--

But I didn't mean to upset you.

I know, it's not your fault, I asked,

but I just-- I don't want

to talk about it anymore.

I have to go

anyway, so--

Well, can l give you a ride?

No, I don't need a ride,

but you can walk me out.

David.

Carol.

How are you doing?

One day at a time.

Been more worried about how

you've been holding up after--

what happened with Beatrice.

It's been really difficult,

I'm not gonna lie, but--

I'm okay. I'm just okay.

The reason I asked

you here was--

I want you back.

I'm offering you top

billing in the company.

What do you say?

Oh, gosh. You put me

in such a bad position.

You know how I love to dance,

but your rules, you're so strict.

I feel like a nun.

And with everything that's happened,

I feel like I should just

live my life and have fun.

I just don't know.

I understand.

And I agree I was--

unreasonable with you before.

You were. You really were.

Yes. There's just one condition, though.

That you give up your other dancing job.

Oh. This again.

Are you gonna pay me? Pay my bills?

You know that job pays my

bills. I don't understand.

We'll work something out.

I really need you now, Carol.

Think about it, all right?

All right, I'll think about

it. I'll think about it.

Good.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

I promise you I'll

think about it though.

All right.

I'll talk to you soon? Okay.

Hi, guys.

Hey, John.

Brad, I understand this

is your last day with us.

Yeah, sorry it was such short notice,

but I got a pretty good offer.

Good. Well, it's understandable.

Good working with you.

Oh, you too, John. Thank you.

Hey, we were gonna go get some drinks,

you wanna come with us?

Appreciate the offer but

a little too much going on right now.

Okay. You have a good night.

Hey,

Brad--

If that job doesn't work out,

how about giving us a

call back, all right?

I sure will. Thanks.

Okay. Good luck.

[distant dancing music]

So, Bonnie, how'd you do last night?

I did absolutely fantastic.

Did you see that big spender,

that big, big, guy? Oo-wee.

Hi, Carol.

Hello, miss.

Ugh.

What?

Ackerman--

Oh, sh*t.

Wait. He wants me to come back,

he said he's gonna take care of me,

I think it's different this time.

You can't trust him.

You can't trust any man.

Men that aren't even born

you can't even trust them,

all they wanna do is get

some money off your ass.

I don't think David's like that.

I think he's really a nice guy.

Carol, are you stupid or something?

You know, without stripping,

you can't even pay your rent, can you?

No, I can't, you're right. You're right.

You're right.

Get a big ass contract off his ass,

and then we'll see.

But you can't trust

him, I promise you that.

Oh, sh*t. There's my song, I have to go.

Trust me, okay? Carol, please.

I do, l

trust you--

Carol!

I trust you. I promise.

Think, girl. catch you later.

Okay.

How about a nightcap?

Sure. Why not?

Okay.

Nice place.

I could hang here for a while.

(Helen Conover) What was that?

Oh, nothing. Nothing.

[heavy breathing]

Mr. Mayfield, are you sure

we should be doing this?

It's okay. We don't

work together anymore.

(Conover) My husband was sent to lraq

one month after our wedding.

He was hit by an RPG on

his very first mission.

He was such a klutz!

He had no business going off to war.

I still miss him every day.

Brad?

Are you listening to me?

Brad?

What's wrong?

(Conover) Are you okay?

Brad!

Brad, talk to me.

Helen.

Can you do me a favor?

Call me Alex.

[shout]

[groans]

[crunch]

[Latino music]

[soft music]

[male voice sings]

Hang on there, tough guy.

It's 10 bucks to get in.

Doughnut shop's down the road, dude.

Cops gotta pay too.

Ah! Here you go, tough guy.

What're you having?

(Burk) I'll have a water.

Water?

What time does she get off?

Huh?

What time does her shift end?

Depends.

So--

you caught my act last night?

I was there. It was strictly business.

Oh, yeah. Was it?

How would you feel if it

was your wife up there?

I don't know.

I never really thought of her that way.

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