Kiss the Girls

You want to know|all about me, don't you?

Well, let's see, now.

The first time I was in love|was June, 1975, in Boca Raton.

Her name was Coty Pierce.

She lived there with her parents|and her little sister Karrie...

And I loved her, too.|I loved them both...

and they were in love with me.

They just didn't know it.

No one did.

I lived with them all that June.

I don't understand.

I lived in the attic.|I was watching.

I loved the expression|on their faces when they slept.

And then I decided|to declare myself...

and show them|how much they loved me.

What happened?

What happened?

Coty was honored.

She kissed me back.

And then Karrie.

And finally that night...

I kissed their mother, too.

Just a little pinprick. There.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Kiss me.

That's it.|Now watch and listen.

Good. Knock it back.|Knock it back.

Good, but you gotta remember...

You gotta keep running.|That's it. That's my boy.

Good. Bring it over.|Right hand. Good.

I don't want you to fall on your|face 'cause you missed that jab.

What am I always telling you?

Power comes from leverage|and technique.

You paying attention?

I gotta go, guys...

so you pair off|and hit the heavy bag.

Three rounds each. Go.

How long has she been inside?

I'm on my way.

Their names are|Edmond and Dianne Wainford...

ages 48 and 42.

An item about 7 years.|No prior complaints.

The neighbors|are saying the usual.

They were divorced,|they were married...

they were separated,|they were reconciled...

or in the process of.

His idea or her idea.|No one has a clue.

All I know is that's Edmond,|and Dianne's in the bedroom.

Whose gun?

Stupid f***ing b*tch!

He had|a .38 Smith&Wesson registered.

Look like a .38 to you?

You want a vest?

I don't think I'll need one.

Dianne.

This is Alex Cross, D.C.P.D.|I need to talk to you. OK?

Dianne, I'm gonna open the door.|All right?

I'm gonna open it now.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Please. Please, Dianne.

Look, I'm gonna close this door.

I'm gonna move this chair|and block the door.

This way nobody comes in...

and it stays|between me and you, OK?

Could you take the gun|out of your mouth, please?

Look, it's just as effective|if you put it to your temple.

Just makes it easier to talk.

What sort of policeman are you?

I'm a forensic psychologist.

It's a fancy way of saying...

I'm a guy who walks|into a room like that...

and determines|the hows and whys.

Then you don't need|to hear from me.

No, no, I don't,|but I need for you...

to confirm|a couple of things for me.

For instance, did Edmond|often beat you after he drank?

And the turtleneck|you're wearing...

is that to hide bruises?

Do you often have to hide marks|that he put on your body?

he hit me...

and I swore|it was the last time.

I finally get the nerve|to leave that son of a b*tch...

and then he suckers me back.

You know what I think, Dianne?

I think you did|what you had to do.

The thing now is to figure out|how to finish things off.

The right way, Dianne,|the right way.

Look, is it all right|if I come a little closer?

Thanks.

As I see it, we have to get|photographs of your bruises.

I know at least a half a dozen|top-notch lawyers.

They specialize|in battered women's defenses.

The point is, Dianne,|if you pull the trigger...

no one will ever know|the truth.

Can I have it?

Dianne.

Samp. What are you|doing here? Doughnut raid?

Alex, hold on.|Look, uh, May's inside.

Yeah?

- We got a call from Durham.|- Durham?

Naomi's missing. Come on.

What do you mean "missing"?

They called May this afternoon|from the law school.

She called me.|I called them back.

Told them who you were,|her uncle and all that.

They said|she's been missing for 4 days.

But Durham police is on it now.

The guy I talked to|sounded solid.

Don't talk to him.|Talk to me.

They stole my child.

Now, May, just take it easy.|Take it easy.

We're gonna handle this|together...

but with your|high blood pressure...

I need you to relax|right now, OK?

- Yeah, but what if...|- Now, now, now.

You just take it easy.|Relax and breathe.

Look at me.|I want to tell you something.

Do you remember when Naomi|was about 10 years old?

She got lost.|You got all frantic...

because you thought we'd|never find her. Remember?

Yeah.

You were worried she'd have|an asthma attack or something.

Remember that?

Turns out|she was with the neighbors...

and everything was just fine.

Well, everything|is gonna be fine now...

'cause I'm gonna|handle this myself, May.

You know|you can trust me, right?

You know I'm gonna handle this.

- I trust you.|- OK.

Nana's gonna take you|up to Janelle's room...

and you just relax for a while.

- I don't need to relax.|- May.

- May.|- Yeah.

Good. All right.

I'll have to go down there.

Listen, Alex. Stay here.

Come on, John.

If they got a chance|to wrap it up down there...

how long do you think they'll|hunt for one lost black girl?

Just stay here, man.|I'll go down there.

There's nothing|you can do anyway.

- It's out of your jurisdiction.|- You don't understand.

I got to go.

Please talk to me.

Talk to me the way you used to.|Please. Say something.

Please. I'm sorry.

I can be better. I can be good.|I won't be bad anymore.

- Yeah?|- Yeah.

Yes, I swear.

You promise?

Yeah. I'll make you happy.

How?

I promise. Let me show you.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

Megan, I don't believe you.

I love you.

Of course you do.

Aah!

Good afternoon, Sergeant.

Dr. Alex Cross,|Washington, D.C.P.D.

I'd like to see|Chief Hatfield, please.

The chief's tied up|at the moment.

We'll let him know you're here.|I'm sure he'll be with you...

as soon as he possibly can.|Take a load off.

Thank you.

Dr. Cross.

You've been waiting for us|for a while.

About 2 hours.

We got us|a laid back way down here.

So I see.

Good. Run these names|through the printer.

I'm sorry about the wait.

Nick Ruskin.

Nick.

- Davey Sikes.|- Sikes.

It's been real busy 'round here.

We've had a homicide and not|your garden variety, either.

Meaning?

That's all I know.

We're heading out there now.

You can ride with us|if you like.

The board shows|8 women missing.

How closely connected are they?

They all share the same profile.

All young, late teens,|early twenties...

pretty, all from inside|the research triangle...

and each of them was ambushed.|No witnesses.

Does his homework.

And then he ties 'em|naked to a tree...

and chops off their hair.

Only 2 bodies have been found.

This'll probably be the third.

And the killer left a note|at the second murder scene.

Signed it Casanova.

Casanova? The great lover.

Mm-hmm.

This one here, is she, uh...

she white, black, or...

All we know|is she's a young woman...

who didn't die happy.

Our chief Hatfield|will be up at the scene.

I'll bet you two will get along|like pigs in a blanket.

Well, it's not her.

Dr. Cross.|My boss, Chief Hatfield.

Chief.

Now, is it|Detective Cross or Dr. Cross...

or Dr. Detective Cross?

At a time like this,|it really doesn't matter.

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