Jennifer Eight Page #3

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Addresses, phone calls...

- everybody there from the last five years.

- For a dead dog?

We've got a major series here. This girl's

not the second victim. She's Jennifer Eight.

I'm gonna see Citrine this afternoon.

Will you come?

You're not.

He's out of town.

You believe me, don't you?

How does it matter what I believe?

You've got to worry what Citrine believes.

But I can't help you with this.

I'm sorry, brother.

You're on your own.

Is anyone there?

Yes.

It's John Berlin.

Have you been here long?

Just a minute or two.

I knocked on your door.

No one home.

So I followed the music.

I'm sorry.

Let me get my things.

It's not a problem.

I'm not in a hurry.

As a matter of fact,

I saw a restaurant down the road.

I thought maybe we could have lunch.

Was someone here with you?

When I came in the door was flapping.

I don't think so.

No one comes here at weekends.

- I must be the worst witness you ever had.

- I admit you are one of them.

I just wish I knew what vehicle

you were talking about.

Some cars sound fat, some sound thin.

This one sounded hollow.

Maybe it was a foreign car.

Our kind of cars sound fat.

Are you sure you want to see it?

It's another three floors up.

Yes.

- How often does it break down.

- All the time.

They keep on threatening to fix it

but they never will.

I sat right there on the bed.

If I came to the diner with you,

would you bring me back?

Of course I would.

What are you staring at?

Sorry.

It's all right.

It's just you suddenly reminded me of him.

He was standing right where you are,

kind of breathless like you.

I'll go and get my coat.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

I couldn't take another minute

of Los Angeles.

I felt like I had to say sorry

in every street in the city.

I'll tell you what.

If I promise to stop being a cop,

will you stop being a witness?

I don't have to ask all the questions.

You can ask too.

- Are you wearing a uniform?

- No.

I'm glad we got the conversational side

of lunch over.

Sorry, just I don't want to sit in a restaurant.

I feel like everyone's looking at me.

Nobody's looking at you.

Hardly anyone's here.

The only person looking at you is me.

Are you married?

Was. I don't like to talk about it.

- You asked me to ask you questions.

- I know.

Just you picked the one time

I like not to remember.

I was in the badlands, Helena.

It happens to a lot of cops.

We don't want to talk about that.

"Thoughts that lie too deep for tears."

Yeah, that'll do. Is that "Hamlet"?

No, it's Wordsworth.

Do you like poetry?

Do you like poetry?

I don't know. I haven't read much.

I don't think poetry's my kind of thing.

- But you pray.

- Pray?

You said you were in the badlands.

No, I don't pray.

I had a dream once about God.

It was just about the time I was getting

well, and he was a nasty looking guy.

He moved into the apartment right above.

And I said,

"Don't you listen to people's prayers?"

He said, "Prayers?"

"Not often. They're junk mail."

You're pushing too hard.

It's like you want me to say stop.

You must know it's going that way.

We've got other cases so ease up a little.

This is a major, chief.

- We're closer than ever to this guy.

- So where's the body and why hide it?

He hasn't. He never made a hit this far

north nor read a weather forecast.

She's probably 15 feet from the highway,

three feet under snow.

Got a match on the bullet?

- Got a print from the hand?

- No, sir.

It could be anyone's hand.

Illegally disposed of hospital debris.

It's her hand and scars.

Her dog was shot and she's missing.

She's not missing.

Did she scream? Did he coerce her?

No. She left of her own free will.

And if she gets on a plane and goes to

Peru with the prick, she's still not missing.

I love to paint. It's not great art,

but I switched the colours.

- If you're not going to hear me...

- I have heard you.

You just don't like hearing me.

You got this whole thing out of proportion.

I don't know about Los Angeles,

but I don't believe

there's a police chief in the country

who would put together

a task force for a body part.

We have multiple homicide.

We have a body part

under suspicious circumstances.

A tailor's dummy wearing a brassiere

and a bill for $17 for its wig.

You know the great joy of fishing?

You don't have to think.

Just you and the mackerel

and nothing in between but God.

I'm thinking about

the old bum at the dump.

Naturally, it's a beautiful day.

The sun's coming out. Barbecue chicken.

- What else would you be thinking about?

- He was murdered.

- He was also cremated.

- Tell me about it. I made a serious error.

The guy who took him out

knew how to fake it.

Here they come.

Throw it high in the air.

There you go.

Why is she blind?

She had a car accident at 14.

Her entire family was wiped out.

No sh*t.

Such a shame.

She's a really sweet kid.

She's a doll,

but I wish he hadn't brought her out here.

Rule one is,

don't diddle around with a witness.

Except for the hair colour,

she looks just like Suzanne.

Well, that's who she is.

Except she can't run away.

I really like Margie.

She likes you.

Have you known her long?

She's my big little sister.

She doesn't sound like you.

She kind of adopted me.

How come you never asked me

what I'm like?

I know what you're like.

How do you know what I'm like?

- Ross told me.

- Oh yeah? What did he say?

He said you were quite chubby

and you have a nervous tick.

What else did he say?

- Just your age.

- How old did he say I was?

I don't mind.

- What's the matter?

- That was like the hollow car.

A Volkswagen van.

Are you sure?

Her dog was barking all the time.

It didn't like him.

He said, "Put that thing in the back."

Then I heard a door slam,

and the van drove away.

Why were you out here?

Because I wanted to feel

the snow on my face.

I love the snow and the rain.

What are you doing, Mister?

We're having a lot of vehicle robberies.

Your door was open.

- Can I see your driver's licence?

- Yeah.

I saw you leaving the Institute.

Do you go there a lot?

That was you who nearly ran into me.

No, you nearly ran into me.

Are you up there a lot?

My mother and I run an arts centre

and buy stuff from the institutes.

- Where's your store?

- Oakland.

Oakland.

Well, on your next stop,

make sure that door's locked.

Merry Christmas.

Miss Robertson may appear mature,

but let me assure you, she isn't.

Not even by her own perceptions.

If she could look in a mirror,

she'd expect to see a child of 14.

I don't wish to be indelicate, Mr Citrine,

but I think you understand what I'm saying.

Investigation of a possible homicide

is never easy.

And I hope you're not suggesting

any impropriety on the part of my officer.

Having said that, this department

has no further interest in Miss Robertson.

Thank you for your cooperation.

I appreciate it.

Just hear me out.

I have a vehicle and a name.

- What name?

- John.

- What's the vehicle?

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