Twisted Page #4

Don't sh*t where you eat.

Keep your social life

separate from the job.

I do. John, I know

you worry about me

and I love you for it,

but I can take care of myself.

Really? Is that why people

keep dying around you?

Nice. Nice.

May I have your attention, please.

S.F.P.D.

Did I say that out loud?

Hey, I know you.

You come in here all the time.

You're a cop?

I don't believe it.

- Believe it.

- I did think you were kind of hot

for a working girl,

but I couldn't figure out

why else you'd keep taking off

with those guys.

Get it straight. We are not here

to discuss your opinion of me.

We are here to discuss a guy

who used to look like this,

and now looks like this.

So I know for a fact

he spent time in here.

Who'd you see him with?

Look, the only person I've ever seen

that guy leave the bar with,

aside from his girlfriend,

was you.

The bastard was always late

with the rent.

Played drums at night.

Serves him right.

Know what I mean?

Did Mr. Geber have many

regular visitors?

The last person I saw him with

looked a lot like you.

Seemed like he'd f***

any skank that came on to him.

You find out anything up there?

We just wasted the entire day

tracking down me.

Good. At least we

have a suspect.

- It's a joke.

- F*** you, Mike.

How did you get in my place?

Now, is that any kind of welcome

for a man who's seen you naked?

- What do you want?

- I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

I mean, I just... I just wanna...

I wanna see you.

- Come on, Jimmy, it's over.

- I... I do.

Don't you miss me just a little?

I miss you.

What do you want?

How many times do we have to

go over it? You know, it just...

God, Jimmy!

Come on, knock it off!

- No, no, no. Let me touch you.

- Jimmy!

- Just let me touch you.

- Jimmy, knock it off!

Just, please... F***.

- Jimmy!

- I need you...

Holy f***.

Oh, my God!

- Jimmy, man, I'm sorry.

- Get off of me!

- Get off! Holy sh*t!

- Hey.

- Hey, here.

- Get away from me!

Goddamn it!

Get away from me!

Oh, my God. You know what?

You're a goddamn psychopath!

You know that?

You've got a screw loose, man!

Wacko!

B*tch! Holy sh*t!

- I'll be seeing you!

- Jim...

When did you first find out?

When did you realize...

When did you realize that

you had the capacity to kill?

To take a human life?

You know, we all have it in us.

You. Me.

It's a matter of who can control it.

Can you?

Jessica? What the hell are you

doing here with my client?

A little police work.

Following through on some hunches.

Oh, some hunches? I wanna

be here when you talk with him, OK?

Every f***ing time!

You got that?

You don't have to have a hissy fit, Ray.

I'm cool with that.

Edmund, do you remember

what I told you?

OK? Only in my presence.

Jesus f***ing...

I am not having a hissy fit, OK?

I am protecting my client's

interests here.

And you, you have got

a real battle on your hands here.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. I'm coming at you

- with both guns blazing.

- At me? What did I do?

Oh, yeah. Let's just say the law

works in mysterious ways, OK?

What the hell is that

supposed to mean?

Well, I will explain it

to you in detail.

But this is not the time

nor the place.

Let's say you come over

to my house Sunday morning

and we will talk about it.

You know.

Like old times.

God, I love that perfume.

See you.

Thank you.

- Sometimes I could kill that guy.

...the arresting f***ing officer...

...without me present!

You got that? Never!

OK, OK. Don't have a hissy fit,

Mr. Porter.

The good news is,

I was right, as usual.

That tiny little drop of blood,

no way did it match the victim.

So we have our killer's blood?

Well, the bad news is,

he wasn't in the system.

CODIS, the convicted felon database,

it gave me zip.

So all you gotta do is bring me the

guy's blood that matches my sample.

That's all, huh?

Hey, that's why they pay you

Homicide guys the big bucks.

Surely, you have some leads.

Bring your good pal Lisa

a little blood sample, will you?

And I, one of law and order's

little people,

will burn the midnight oil,

doing the task,

making the match

that will lock that f***er up.

And you get all the glory,

and what, do you ask, do I get?

Hey, perhaps a dinner

at Chez Panisse.

Downstairs, I would hope.

Working late?

Still going over all those

unanswered questions?

The biggest question

of all still being,

why is someone who would normally

be considered a prime suspect

being allowed to participate

in this investigation?

You got something to say to me,

Becker, quit being such a p*ssy

and come out and say it.

I'll say it, all right.

And I'm not gonna hold back

because you're well-connected

to someone protecting you.

I'm not gonna let you drag

this department through the mud.

Are you listening to me?

I know about you.

I know about you and Bob,

and I also know about you and Larry.

Let me ask you...

...while you were sleeping with them,

were you thinking about hitting them?

Are you thinking about

hitting me right now?

Go ahead. You know you want to.

You know, I don't know

about this case,

but I do know one thing for sure.

Every bone in your body

wants to hit me right now.

Am I right?

- Yeah, who is it?

- It's Jess.

Hey, come in. It's open.

How could you?

- How could you do that to me?

- What's the matter with you?

How could you tell Dale

about the victims and me?

- What?

- I was just starting to trust you.

Hey, listen to me!

You think I'd betray our loyalty?

I would never do

something like that!

What's the matter with you?

What do I have to do...

...to show you that

you're my partner?

I'm sorry.

Where the hell do you think

you're going, partner?

We got work to do.

Are you gonna let me in

on this thing or what?

I'm starting to realize I have

more enemies than I thought.

Everybody has more enemies

than they think.

But the only reason why Dale and

the other guys give you a lot of sh*t

is because they're afraid

that you might be better than them.

I love the way you eat.

You know, John would never tell me

anything about my mother.

It didn't matter what I asked,

just a complete no-fly zone.

Except at dinner.

He tells me I eat just like her.

Two-fisted.

Yeah.

What can I say?

I get hungry.

Me too.

Sorry.

Sounds like a little animal

in your chest trying to get out.

Sounds like flesh.

You are in for a battle

on this one, Jess!

I'm coming at you

with both guns blazing.

Ray?

Ray?

Anybody home?

Ray, I am not jumping

in there with you.

What is it?

Looks like he was beaten,

thrown in the hot tub,

and he's got the burn on the hand.

Let's just get this over with.

It'll take about five minutes.

It'll be standard form questions.

Let's go.

I still think it might be best

if we just pulled her off the case.

Do you have any physical

evidence on her?

Anything to indicate that she

might have killed these men?

- No, of course not.

- Didn't think so.

Just knowing them

is not proof of a crime.

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