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in Melanie Silber's apartment.

This is the mold I

made from her teeth.

The mold doesn't match

the impression.

I'll coat the bite-mark pattern on the

brownie and run it under the SEM.

We might get a reading that'll

match the killer's teeth.

Thirty calls already, three from a

Beryl Thibodeaux at the Rape Center.

Oh. Check on the specific days of the crimes,

meteorological reports, phases of the moon.

Would you check CID and find out if there's

similar m.o.'s? And check all 42s in the area.

Get a tail on that

hot-tub guy, would you?

Check out all sexual arrests in

the town for the last two weeks.

That goes for somebody who's been humping

sheep to some guy who's swinging his dick.

- You got it.

- Here's the file.

Here he comes, Tim.

Detective Block, are

the murders connected?

Yes, we believe that the murders

were committed by the same killer.

So far, the victims have all been women linked

to unusual or aberrant sexual activity.

We recommend, however, that all

women exercise extreme caution...

until this killer is apprehended.

Thank you.

- Do you have any clues?

- I can't talk about it.

What's a hard-on, Daddy?

I heard Amanda say it, and she

won't tell me what it means.

Well, darling, it's...

It's, uh...

When a man is attracted

to a woman...

he, uh, likes her.

- Understand?

- No.

Well, he likes her

in a certain way.

Why?

Well, sweetheart, male bears

like female bears and...

male bees like female bees...

and, uh, occasionally

they get together...

Dad...

forget it.

You recognize this?

- Why should I?

- You drew it.

- So what?

- Well, tell me about it.

Uh, Jamie Cory, she come here one day

saying this hot-tub guy beat her up.

She wanted a tattoo, so I did it.

Well, the hot-tub guy says she came

down here and you beat her up.

Do I look like the kind of guy

who'd do something like that?

Yeah.

You ever heard of a girl

named Melanie Silber?

Yeah, I like to beat her up too.

You know, everybody's

looking to get beat up.

- What's your name?

- Block.

You're hanging out with the

wrong kind of people, Block.

What kind would you

suggest I hang out with?

Someone who's more...

up your alley.

Maybe I'll take you

up on that sometime.

And do what?

Take you bowling?

I don't like bowling.

Neither do I.

Tequila.

- How you doing, Shorty?

- Hello.

- You know Jamie Cory?

- Sure, she wrestled here last night.

You know much about her?

Not as much as I'd have liked to.

Try the blond with

the big bazookas.

- Ice?

- What for?

You didn't mention you knew her.

You didn't ask.

Besides, I thought you came here...

to bowl.

You recall seeing her

with anyone last night?

- Yeah. There were a couple of guys.

- Who?

Customers. You know, guys

trying to hit on her.

She let any of them?

- No. She thought they were creeps.

- What about other nights?

If she liked someone, she

might've done something about it.

But by and large,

just one-night stands?

Are there any other kind?

And you two knew each

other very well?

Well enough.

Did she ever mention anything about

anybody using handcuffs on her?

I think so. She liked

to get pretty kinky.

Remember who it might've been?

I think it was a cop.

Who knows? Maybe it was you.

- Can I help with anything?

- Uh-uh.

Dad, how come you have to

work so late every night?

Well, there's been

three murders, hon.

Couldn't you just

work during the day?

Some people I can

only see at night.

What kind of people?

People that don't have day jobs.

- Dad?

- Mm-hm?

Could you get hurt?

Tell me, Wes, how's things at home?

What do you mean?

I mean, I'm not sure yet you're

ready to run this task force.

Beryl Thibodeaux talked to the

mayor about you, and he called me.

He said if I don't come up with something

soon, he's gonna start shitting all over me.

Sh*t runs downhill, Wes.

Yeah.

No!

Louder.

No!

Again.

No! Stop!

- Again.

- Stop! No!

One more time.

- Stop!

- All right.

Now, in most of the situations

you'll encounter...

you will have several options.

Most important, don't stop thinking.

He's counting on you going catatonic and

being petrified with fear and surrendering.

Keep thinking.

First you could try

and reason with him.

Now, if that doesn't work, blow

your whistle. Start yelling.

The yell we've just

learned, yell it out.

I mean, don't forget, he's

got his adrenaline going.

You make sure you pump up yours.

At this point, our goal is

to disable your attacker.

Now, several ways of

sending him a message are:

Stomping on his toes.

Scratching his eyes.

Hitting this vital point

here in the throat.

Kicking into his kneecaps.

Striking his solar plexus.

And if he still keeps

on acting tacky...

well, then you can always

drop back and punt.

Hi.

I'll bet you were

just about to knock.

Actually, I was just gonna

hang out here and be tacky.

Tell me, um, Detective Blot...

Block.

Wes Block.

- How do you like the Rape Center?

- I love it.

Would you care to make

a charitable donation?

- Any reason I should?

- Yeah.

Maybe...

Maybe I'll talk about the mayor.

Yeah, I hear you go out with him.

Once in a while.

I hear he's gay.

You like a date with him?

Well, I would like him off my back.

Oh, don't tell me he's

interrupted your busy schedule.

Awful, ain't it?

Yeah, well, maybe you should've

told him you were out of town.

Listen, I called him...

because I'm playing by your rules. Now,

if you'd help me, I'd like to help you.

The killer's a Caucasian,

blood type O...

about in his mid-40s. We found traces

of a red fiber on all the victims.

From what?

We don't know.

- Any suspects?

- About 120,000 of them.

Anything you'd like

me to tell the mayor?

Yeah. He's one of them.

Daddy!

Hi, pumpkin.

- Am I heavy?

- Not to me, you're not.

- I weigh 50 now.

- Oh, ha, ha.

- I missed you.

- Well, I missed you too, sweetheart.

I tried to call a lot, but the phone's been

busy. You and your sister sure are gabby.

Did your mother call?

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Mind if I have one?

- Uh-uh.

I heard you had a phone call.

She's getting married.

She wants us to come

to the wedding.

She also said something about

having us come live with her.

- Could she do that?

- I don't know, baby.

I used to make these for her.

- I know.

- But I like making them for you better.

Seen any of these?

No.

No. Too bad.

Yeah. I've seen her in here before.

Anybody ever get violent with her?

That's part of the

turn-on, isn't it?

You know who it was?

No.

Hey, what about you? You

ever see her in here before?

No.

You recognize her?

No.

Uh...

Why don't you come on in?

Close the door.

- When did they find it?

- About 20 minutes ago.

What's up?

Smudge marks from Melanie

Silber's bedroom.

- Can you tell anything?

- Yeah, heh. It's mostly good old dirt.

- What about this morning?

- There were cuff marks on her wrists.

Anything else?

This.

Struck out with the hot-tub

guy. Wrong blood type.

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