The River Murders Page #6

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Were you getting back at me?

We were married less than a year.

And I found out that you were having

an affair right in our bed with Jenny.

Goddamn right.

Yes, I was getting back at you.

What's your point? My point?

Tommy Lincoln is dead.

He was murdered in a motel room

at the First Street Motel.

Oh, my God.

It's our guy.

This is insane. I don't understand.

Maybe it was this guy's way of

letting me know the truth about you.

The truth about me?

Yeah, the truth about you.

An innocent man is dead.

And, oh, God, Jack,

didn't Lisa just have a baby?

Mm-hm.

And you were upset about an affair?

Eight women murdered.

Your mother is dead, Jack.

And now an innocent man...

Stop. Just stop it.

It's you he's messing with, not me.

What's wrong with you?

I need you.

Jack, I am pregnant.

Yeah.

I went to the doctor last Saturday.

And it was only an hour

before I heard about your mother.

I couldn't tell you.

I thought you couldn't...

I know.

The doctor said it's a miracle.

You're not in danger? You're okay?

Yeah, everything's all right, yeah.

It is okay, isn't it?

Yeah.

Are you kidding me, is it okay?

I am sorry. I am sorry. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. You're okay?

Yeah. It is.

Fiber analysis came

back on those wrapped boxes.

Same acrylic, same rubber.

Kills them and moves them

in the trunk of the car.

Do we have a make and model?

Vukovitch is on that.

You get home, get some sleep, man.

You have done everything you can.

Hey, Art.

Thanks for everything.

It's been a rough week.

You have been standing by me.

I appreciate it.

I got to spend a few with Jenny.

I need you back here at 8 a.m.

Glover's coming back tonight from L.A.

And Vukovitch wants to have a full meeting.

Ana's pregnant.

You dog, you. Heh, heh, heh.

Congrats. That's great. Yeah, thanks.

How do you do it? A cop and a dad?

It will come natural.

At home, you're just Dad.

They don't care about you being a cop.

I am last in the Verdon line.

A son would really make my dad happy.

Tell your dad I have three daughters

and I am the happiest man in the world.

Now, you give Ana a big hug for me.

I will.

Jack,

we're going to catch this guy.

I swear to God.

Good night.

Excuse me.

They told me downstairs

I could find Jenny up here.

John. Hey.

Hi. This is my partner, Jack Verdon.

Pleasure. Hey, John.

Sorry if I am interrupting.

You're working a difficult case?

Yeah. Yeah.

I need to take a rain check.

I am sorry.

That's too bad. Here.

It's pretty pathetic.

Thank you. It's sweet.

So I will, uh, see you

for coffee in the morning?

It's a shame you had to come all the way

down here. It's been a very long day.

Can I give you a ride home, then?

No, thanks.

Why am I somehow disappointed?

You'd think I'd be relieved my potential

date isn't a psychotic killer.

Though this rose is a little cheesy.

Heh. I have never seen him before, so...

I mean, he seemed nice.

A little eager, but, eh, he seemed okay.

I won't be dating until this is over.

Well, that's a good idea.

Found religion, have we? Hey. Heh, heh.

Hm.

Baby, I am really sorry about before.

It just... with everything

that's happening, it just.....

It just took ahold of me and I am sorry.

I am sorry too. I am.

I am off early. Can we walk?

In this rain? You want to walk? Yeah.

- I am John.

- What do you do?

I am a consultant.

And their pregnant women

shall be ripped open.

I work with family clinics.

He sent you a fetus, Jack.

It is the appointed time.

I know who you are.

It rained the day I was born.

My mother said it rained

for seven days and seven nights.

Her little miracle, she called me.

For his sin...

Jack Verdon will burn eternally in hell.

My brothers, my sisters,

all have died for the sins of the father.

I love you, baby.

The prophet has spoken.

And I am preparing the way

for the dark and dreadful day

of the coming of the Lord.

F*** you.

Blessed be the children. Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I am off to the market.

When will I see you?

Um... it will be late. Don't go.

Don't worry.

They will follow me. Heh.

I am getting used to the company.

They will follow me. Heh.

I am getting used to the company.

- Hey, Art.

- Get in here.

We know who it is. Who?

Hey. What's going on?

Where's Jenny?

I called her a bunch of times.

She didn't pick up.

I sent Sotor and Lynch to get her.

She's late. Let's get started.

His name is Jonathan Lee.

We're having pictures sent over.

Do you know the name, Jack?

Mm-mm.

Thirty years old, born in Los Angeles.

The only son of Rebecca Thompson.

He's your boy, Jack. The prodigal son.

There's arrest warrants on

him in connection with fire bombings

of two abortion clinics in Los Angeles,

one of which he worked at

for two years. He was fired.

He was accused of stealing fetuses.

This is impossible.

Obviously it's not, Jack.

Did you witness the abortion?

No. You don't witness abortions.

Born at County-USC.

seven months after Rebecca

Thompson's arrival in Los Angeles,

six pounds, four ounces.

You got ripped off, Jack.

We had no prints until yesterday.

We lifted dozens off the packages

that contained his mother's body.

They match.

Raised in Van Nuys.

Attended Cal State Northridge,

then Saint Francis Seminary,

where he grew more fanatical

until they kicked him out.

After John was born, Rebecca was in and

out of psychiatric care all her life.

She never told him who the father was.

Must have tortured it

out of her before he killed her.

The husband claims that she left

over three months ago to confront her son.

This is a f***ed-up household.

He never even reported her missing.

Well, he's got your eyes, Jack.

Yeah, Jenny, where are you?

Look, wait.

Sotor's calling from Jenny's place.

There's signs of struggle.

Jenny's not there. Where is she?

Jack?

Quiet. Quiet.

If you scream, I will kill you.

Charlie 4. Unit not responding.

Please. Please. Shh.

Look what I found.

Oh, my God. Please.

Look how beautiful.

Charlie 4.

Still no response. Proceed with caution.

Ana. Jenny.

Oh, no.

Oh, Jenny.

- Oh, no. Oh, God, Jenny.

- Oh, God.

- Oh, God.

- Jesus Christ.

God.

Call it in. Check for a pulse.

She's dead.

She was a good friend.

And a good detective. I am sorry, Art.

Where's Jack?

Jack.

Jack.

When I was 5, I was walking

on those rocks over there.

Going rock to rock to rock, and I slipped.

And I was really lucky.

The current was bad,

but I made it back to shore here.

Actually, I was sitting right here

when my mom came.

Thank you for bringing me

here to your own private place.

It's... It's beautiful.

Thank you.

Oh.

Ana, I love you.

Will you marry me?

Jack, there's something

that I never told you.

I can't have children.

So?

It doesn't matter. Ana, I love you.

It doesn't matter.

You want a family.

I love you.

Will you marry me?

Of course I will marry you.

Put your hands in the air.

Get up. Turn around.

Where's Ana?

Where is Ana?

Oh, my God.

What have you done?

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