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your assailant's the murderer, babe.

It's much more likely

he's after your wallet.

So you won't tell me

how she was killed?

You really want to know?

Her throat was slit

with a straight razor.

He was trying to take her head,

maybe for a souvenir.

We found another dismembered

female body last June along the river.

I think it's the same killer.

Ritchie don't, but I do.

Go over it again.

No. Show me.

Come here. Show me.

-He came from behind you?

-I don't know.

Did you turn?

He just grabbed my head in his arm.

He had his arm around my neck.

So he must have come up

from behind you, then.

Was it his right arm?

Or his left?

It was his right.

All right.

What's that?

Take those off.

No.

What? Yeah.

That's it.

That's it.

-I've been wondering about you.

-Yeah? Don't.

-I want to know.

-Know what?

How you did that to me.

Somebody taught you.

-Who was that?

-Get the f*** out of here.

You can tell me.

An older woman.

An older woman, huh?

The chicken lady.

-The chicken lady?

-Oh, you know her?

When I was 15, I was delivering

chickens for a butcher...

...to housewives for a buck a chicken.

The first time I show up there,

it was f***ing hot, and....

I came to the door,

she offered me a glass of water.

So we're in the kitchen talking

about the weather or some sh*t...

...and she just reaches out,

she grabs ahold of my joint.

She asks me:

"Does that feel good?"

I said, "Yeah."

And she asks me,

"You ever been with a woman?"

And I said, "Yeah. No."

So she takes me into the bedroom.

She takes her clothes off,

and she's a real woman.

I mean, she's got pubic hair

from here to here.

It's black and curly

like those Spanish girls.

And I want to get the f*** out

of there, so she grabs me...

...and says, "Have you ever

kissed a girl down there?"

I said, "No."

So she wets her fingers.

She touches herself real soft.

She touches her clit

and tells me to lick there.

Tells me to put my tongue there,

take my time, lick in a slow circle.

And after a while she came.

She asked me to give her....

Get on top of her

and look her in the eyes.

-Why did you go back?

-My kids. I missed my kids.

I didn't know you had kids.

How would you?

My oldest boy wants to be a teacher.

I don't know what happened to him.

It's like Martians landed

and took over his brain.

-What does he want to teach?

-Schmoogs. Can you believe it?

Hey, I'm missing one of my....

I'm missing one of the charms

on my bracelet.

Maybe on West Broadway.

Hey...

...there's something

I really do have to tell you.

Oh, yeah?

You've seen me before.

I've seen you at the Red Turtle.

This whole time, I'm thinking,

"I've seen this girl before."

And now you're telling me

I met you at the Red Turtle.

-I don't think so, babe.

-It was dark...

...and I had on my glasses.

And there was a man...

...and a girl, and she was

giving him a blowj*b.

A blowj*b?

-And I watched.

-Oh, you did, did you?

You like that sort of thing?

You like watching?

You don't remember a girl with blue

fingernails with diamonds in them?

What did you say? Blue fingernails?

-She had brown hair?

-Yes.

Yeah, what about her?

I think that's Angela Sands.

That's the girl that was murdered.

But I wasn't with her.

I think you saw something.

You should come to the station

and look at some pictures...

...as soon as possible.

-Swear you weren't there.

-Swear to God.

I never seen you or her before

in my entire f***ing life.

I gotta get out of here.

Hey, I had a nice time.

Thanks.

Oh, God, I could have lost you.

-Then you let the detective f*** you.

-I didn't let him, I wanted to.

-Have you ordered?

-Double latte, no foam.

Yeah.

It's sore, huh?

So the detective guy's sexy?

You like him?

You gonna see him again?

Would you trust a guy

who gets blowj*bs in bars?

Yes.

I think he's a liar.

You think he's a liar, or he is a liar?

Because, of course, we never lie, so....

I saw him in a bar with a girl.

Wait.

-A bar?

-Yeah.

I thought you just met him.

I thought that he rescued you.

-lf you don't want him, I'll take him.

-Forget it, Pauline. Forget it.

No, arrange an introduction

with your lying detective.

Who's that?

John Graham.

I thought you said

he looked like a movie star?

He played a doctor on a soap.

Now he's studying to be one.

Hi.

-You look terrible.

-Excuse me, sir. No dogs in here.

I know that.

-Will you be long?

-I just ordered a coffee.

-You're very tan.

-Hi, John Graham.

-Pauline.

-How are you?

Take your time. I'll wait.

Don't look out there,

because he's watching you.

Oh, he's so intense.

I remember every guy

I ever f***ed...

...by how he liked to do it,

not how I wanted to do it.

Sometimes I think it's just me.

I mean, are other women able to say:

"Suck my dick, pinch my nipples,

bend over"?

Probably not "suck my dick."

Here's what I think.

I think you can come over to my place

and sleep there for a few nights...

...maybe even a week.

It would make me really happy.

And the mugger has your wallet,

so he's gonna know where you live.

You know, you really have

to see this detective again.

I ordered a coffee.

Miss, we ordered a latte.

-No foam.

-No foam, very, very dry. Thank you.

He's still there.

Whose car did you get into yesterday?

It looked like it'd just come from Beirut.

Whose car did you get into yesterday?

It looked like it'd just come from Beirut.

I don't know how people

can drive around in filthy cars.

-Maybe one of my students.

-Are you dating a student?

Pardon?

You went to the Red Turtle Bar

with a black student.

-Are you dating him?

-No.

I saw you last Saturday.

-What were you doing?

-Is that the point? I don't think so.

The point is that he could

get the wrong idea.

You don't know how guys think.

Are you all right, John?

Not really. I've....

I've been having these

panic attacks lately.

-I don't know. They're pretty bad.

-What happens?

Do you ever get

these funny images...

...from the past, like you saw

something or you knew something?

Weird memories from childhood?

I just wish I didn't keep having

these funny attacks. My brain....

Well, my brain practically explodes.

I'm gonna go on antidepressants.

I need to ask you a favor.

Do you think you could

take care of Patrick?

He's barking all the time. Probably

because my hours are so long.

John, I can't take care of a dog.

Especially not my dog, right?

You'd rather cut his head off.

No, not especially your dog.

Why don't you put up

a notice or something.

Put up a notice? Where am l?

I'm in the hospital 18 hours out of 24.

You don't get it, do you?

Well, okay. Come here.

Say goodbye.

John, are you gonna put him down?

Maybe. I don't know, maybe I will.

I could do it myself.

I could shave his little arm--

I don't think it's a good idea

that we see each other.

F***!

F***.

Well....

F***.

Well, this is out of the blue.

I'm gonna....

I'm gonna have to think about this.

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