Faces In The Crowd Page #4

Holy crap, can we call off

the straightjacket now?

Oh, thank God.

I couldn't take another

wacko freak-out every

time I tried to kiss you.

So, thisthis doesn't

change anymore, right?

You can-you can

really recognize me?

Yes, I do.

[laughs]

What are you

talking about?

You don't

recognize me?

I'm your best friend.

I do. With your

unique hair cut...

and the red skirt

you always wear when

you're trying to get some.

It's fine.

But, oh, God,

I just

When-when-when people

are wearing the same clothes

or uniforms, forget it.

They all have

the same face to me.

What about Bryce?

How is he taking this?

Oh, God.

He thinks that

I'm adjusting.

I told him that

I recognized him.

Please, promise me

you won't tell him.

You're lying to him?

I cannot lose him.

Do you understand?

He's the only

thing I ha ve left.

Ho id it right there.

You mean you get

to bang a new guy

every night...

without ever cheating

on your boyfriend?

That's like a

dream come true.

Another drink.

Take one step.

Immerse yourself...

in people's gestures,

their mannerisms.

Watch them

until their bodies

become a melody.

Hum it, hum it,

until you can sing it

at the top of your voice.

Use all your

resilience, Anna...

but whatever

happens, don't

let the music stop.

Hiya.

Oh. Hey.

How's it going?

Good.

Didn't expect

to see you here.

Well... it's nice

to see you.

I'm sorry, I don't

remember your name.

Hm.

That's odd.

I, uh...

usually leave a strong

impression on women.

Okay. Well, see you later.

Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa.

What's the rush, huh?

Things are just

getting interesting.

Hello. Can I help

you with anything?

Come on,

make an effort.

You know who I am.

Officer. Officer,

that man over there.

He's standing right

next to the newsstand.

What are you saying?

That man over

Never mind.

/ am not letting--

Excuse me.

Detective Kerrest, please.

Hold on.

I'm gonna check

if he's here.

Hey.

Seen any more killers

on public transport?

Just don't move.

What are you doing?

I need to check something.

Can you stay there?

Please.

I won't move.

Oh, my God!

I recognize your face.

I recognize your face.

It's still your face.

Me? You recognize me?

Yes.

It's the first face

I recognize since

the incident.

Do you think

that means something?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Hey. Any word

from the DA?

Oh. Am I

interrupting

something?

No.

Are you okay?

Miss Marchant, allow me

to introduce Eric Lanyon,

our star pitcher...

ace profiler and

all-round swell guy.

They say it takes

a warped mind to get into

a psychopath's head...

but I'm okay.

Really.

Nicky had

another nosebleed.

It's nice

to meet you.

You, too. What

brings you here?

I saw the papers.

I wanna know

everything there is

to know about this man.

You're talking to

the right guy.

Lanyon knows everything...

about our friendly

neighborhood whackjob.

I betcha can't pinch

a pen from Lydia's desk.

I don't know if

he really tried

to kill you.

He has an odd way

for asking about

dinner and a movie.

What he's saying is

that maybe he reacted

out of self-defense.

Forgive me,

Miss Marchant.

If he really wanted

to kill you once

you left hospital...

we wouldn't be standing

here talking about it.

I wanna help

catch this guy.

No. I'm not gonna

I'm not gonna recognize

his face like that.

I need to see them.

In front of me.

I guess it's

worth a shot.

I'd have to run

to catch the D. A.

right now.

Very nice

to meet you.

So, what's your

colleague's theory?

He thinks you made

quite an impression

on the freak.

Watched him

do his thing

and walked away.

What do you think?

About a year ago

when Homicide turned

up the first victim...

Lanyon insisted he

had the hallmark

of a sociopath.

We didn't agree.

We thought it was a

one off, a crime of passion.

Six months later,

another dead woman

showed up.

She had an 8-year-old

son who...

found her on the bedroom

floor with her throat cut.

Now he sees the kid

every chance he gets.

I've learned to keep my

mouth shut and trust

what Lanyon says.

Sh.

Come on, you can drop

the freaking Snow White act.

You've all been

here before.

Got a light?

There's no smoking here.

Come on, get in.

All right, stand in line

and look straight ahead.

Step it up.

They're all

known offenders that

match your statement.

We're waiting on papers

to run DNA checks on 'em.

They're all yours.

How are we

doing in here?

Fine.

Do you think they could

move around a little bit?

All right, we've seen enough

of your ugly mugs. I want

you to walk around.

Anybody who slacks up

gets a night in a cell.

I just need to see

their gestures, their-

their-their movements.

I know it sounds

crazy but

If you want to host

a dance class,

it's fine with me.

/ said move

your asses.

Now, get to it.

It's not any

of them.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

At least we tried.

I'm really sorry.

Anna.

Good luck with

the investigation.

Sam! Bad news.

Mulgrew won't go for

the witness protection you

requested for Anna Marchant.

After the subway

blowout and the line-up

on top...

they don't think

she's 100% compos mentis.

It's absolute bullshit.

She's the only witness

we've got, for God's sake.

We need to up

our game here.

Organize another

line-up, ma nana.

Come on. We can't

bring in every perp

in the city...

hoping she'll

recognize the inside

leg of his trousers!

I guess that'll give

you a good excuse

to see her again.

What did you say?

Come on, buddy.

You know what I mean.

One, she has a boyfriend.

Two, there's nothing

between us.

Three, even if there was, I

swear, if you mention this to

anybody, I will kick your ass.

It's highly unethical

and possibly illegal

for a police officer...

to fraternize

with a key witness.

Whoa. It's that bad?

Screw it.

I mean, seriously,

can you picture the

two of us together...

arm in arm

at the police ball?

Why not?

I always thought you

looked rather fetching

in uniform.

Happy birthday, chica.

Thank you.

Quick, quick.

Look, look.

A twelve out of ten.

Twelve out of ten.

He"s totally

checking me out!

So that's what you do

on your girls' nights out?

Well, no, not me.

No, just-just, um

Everybody's

dancing tonight.

Even you, Bryce.

I'm gonna go

get us a drink.

Okay.

Did you see that?

Totally on me.

Where is he?

Okay, okay, back up.

Give her a chance.

Okay, what do I do?

Just act natural, okay?

Natural?

Okay?

Go, go, go.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Hey, there you are.

What took you so long?

Which one is mine?

Oh, God.

You know I don't

like champagne.

Oh, yeah.

What did they put

in your drink?

Bryce!

No, no, no, no.

Please, please.

Let me see

your notebook.

Let me see it.

God, Bryce,

it's just so

I'm-I'm so sorry.

You lied to me.

I'm just as much

a stranger as

everyone else.

Was it me

you were seeing

when we had sex?

Answer me.

Was it me you

were seeing?

I'm so, so sorry.

Look, this

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