♪ Ah, yeah ♪
♪ Sugar shake, sugar shake ♪
♪ Ah, yeah ♪
♪ Sugar shake, sugar shake ♪
♪ Bad ass stripper,gonna flip you on your back ♪
♪ Help you to the bed,take your stack of $50 bills ♪
♪ Sugar shake, sugar shake ♪
♪ On the table,international via cable ♪
♪ Top, never ever stop,drop you to the ground ♪
♪ Sugar shake, sugar shake ♪
CROWD ( chanting ): She Hate Me! She Hate Me!
She Hate Me! She Hate Me!
ANNOUNCER:She Hate Me leadsthe Manhattan Minx against
the Brooklyn Clobbers hereat the Big Apple Roller Rink.
Come on!
( indistinct shouting )
That's it, that's it, come on!Get up!
( whistle blows )
Get up!
WOMAN:Elbow penalty! Foul!
( indistinct shouting )
( crowd groaning and cheering )
REPORTER:I'm here with Stan Vonnerand his wife,
owners of the Manhattan Minx.
New York City isn't
Queens or Brooklyn,it's Manhattan.
And that's where we skate.
( grunting and groaning )
If you're a little girl,would you rather play
with a BrooklynClobber doll or...
A Minx doll?
Right here, it's the only place
where you can geta She Hate Me doll.
And it's the onlyplace where you cansee the real deal skate.
Seven wins and no losses.
The true queens of New Yorkare on the Minx.
( indistinct shouting )
( grunting )
Come on!
You all right?
I got her.Get her back in there.
I think I pulled something.
Hey, wait, wait,wait right there.
Come on, get her...No blood, no foul.
Stay down, bitch!You'll be safer!
Go! Go! Kick her ass!You, get in there!
( shouting )
Come on, come on!Rip her!
That's it.Get down now.
( shouting )
( groans )
( whistle blows )
Foul, that's a foul!
( whistle blowing )
( grunting and shouting )
( hushed murmuring )
( distorted voices )
Is she all right?
Come on up, girl.
It's a simple game.
The jam is a two-minuteperiod where each team
tries to score pointsby having their jammer
lap members ofthe opposing team.
You cannot know this.
Someone took me to a game.
Nobody would ever take youto a Roller Derby game.
Oh, unless you were on a date.
It was fun.
The game or the date?
All right.
External signsof blunt force trauma.
TAYLOR:Like someone came down directlyon her face with a skat.
Anyone else sustainan injury like this?
Vic's the only target.
Indicates intent.
Got an I.D. on her?
She Hate Me.
Somebody did.
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♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fought for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ I don't need to fight ♪
♪ To prove I'm right ♪
♪ I don't need to be forgiven,yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah♪
♪ Yeah. ♪
( indistinct radio transmission )
Thank you.
Stella.
Yeah?
I got an I.D. on She Hate Me.
Name's Rose Wilson.
She's 22 years oldfrom Matewan, West Virginia.
Coal mining country.
Tough girl.
Someone was tougher.
I'll let you know what I find.
Thanks.
MAC:I'll need allyour clothes.
What about theWe already
have their uniforms.
Here you go.
( women chuckling )
My skirt is really tight.
Can you justhelp me out with this?
I'll, uh... I'll need
your skates, as well.
If you help me,I'll teach you how to jam.
Detective Monroe willcollect all your clothes.
You can just leave everythingin front of your lockers.
Be right back, ladies.
( women speakingindistinctly )
I think she liked you.
It's the uniform.
HAWKES:Not a very creative body dump.
Does the job, right?
Who called it in?
Those two over there.
That's great.
If the vic's missing any blood,
we'll knowthe Dracula twins did it.
ReYep.
I don't think he has any I.D.
Petechial hemorrhaging.
No ligature marks.
Nothing that sayshe was strangled.
So C.O.D. ismost likely asphyxiation
All right.e sortof smothering.
What do you want--
body or scene?
Come on. Scene.
Be careful when you'rewashing him off.
Want me to stick around...
and give you pointershow to process a crime scene?
All right, come on in.
♪ ♪
STAN:We've been heretwo hours, Officer.
My wife and I need to geta press release out.
As soon asnow?
you finish telling mewho had a beef
with She Hate Me.
It was impossiblenot to love her.
One look at her andeverybody knew she was
gonna be a breakout star.She had the first
endorsement contractin the whole league.
MAN:Right there, Rosie.
Yeah, baby, right there.Right there.
Yeah, you'rethe whole franchise.
That's that million-dollarsmile, baby, right there.
You see, there's a reasonnot to love her.
Especially if you're a girl
who also wants to bethe breakout star.
Oh, not on the Minx.
We won as a teamand lost as a team.
That's the way it waswhen I wrestled.
In college, notthat phony stuff.
And that's the way
it is now.
Someone felt different.
Well, talk tothe Brooklyn Clobbers.
Yeah, they're alljealous of my girls.
We're better looking,
we're better skating and to topit off, we're from Manhattan.
You chalking this up toan inter-borough rivalry?
Do you know whata tipping point is, Detective?
It's the precise instant whenmomentum swings in your favor.
The Minx wereright there.
We were going places,
with Rose leading the way.
But without her...
♪ ♪
Good news.
Your girlfriendmight be in the clear.
Based on?
This.
Found hair consistent withthe victim's matted in blood
on the underside of this skate.
Hmm. Looks like half theseskates have blood on them.
Blood transfer.
Which makes sense,
given that there was a brawl.
Wheel rolls throughthe blood pool.
This is the only skatewith spatter.
Which speaks to a deliberate actwith a specific target.
Good work.
Whoever owns this skatemust be a tough customer.
Oh, yeah.
She's Hallie On Wheels.
Brianna, we don't hit.
You ask nicely,all right?
Guess you're one of those
do-as-I-say-not-as-I-dodaycare providers.
Maybe I caught herin the pile once.
The blood onthe bottom of your skate
says you did a little bitmore than "catch" her.
You attacked her.
( shouting and grunting )
Do you know how a four-year-oldunderstands frustration?
They don't.
I deal with ten little peoplefor eight hours a day,
and not one of themunderstands the concept.
Well, that sounds...
Frustrating.
It was.
Till I started skatingwith the Brooklyn Clobbers.
You didn't like the victimvery much, did you?
All I want out ofRoller Derby is "me time."
Well, I know a place youcan go to get a lot of that.
Let's go.
Someone loved She Hate Me.
Or at leasthad sex with her.
Mm-hmm.
Well, she wasn't married
and Flack didn't say anythingabout her having a boyfriend.
And your fatal blowto the head
wasn't actually fatal.
She died of massiveinternal organ failure
At 22? hyperthermia.
With no knownpre-existing condition?
Take a look.
These look melted.
Liver, kidneyand heart
all havedendritic patternsof pale spots
consistent withischemic necrosis.
Your report indicates
that her body wasunder acute stress.
She cooked to death.
From the inside out.
( sighs )
HAWKES:Hey.
Hammerback confirmedcause of death.
Also got an ID on our vic.
His name'sGriffin Holden.
His editor put outa missing persons.
Apparently, he wassome sort of...
Writer.
Yeah.
It was everywhere.
And the handwriting'sconsistent throughout,
so there's no wayhe did the writing.
So what are we looking at,some kind of sociopath?
Who writes phrases like:
"He finally knew there areas many Manhattans
"as there are residentson the island.
Each of usa city unto ourselves."
That's not very threatening.
I think it'sfrom a book.
What makes you say that?
Check this out.
This was on the pinkieof his left foot.
"The end."
Dinitrophenol.
DNP?
Found in Yeah.s system?
It's Right.ical.
It's used for dyes,
wood preservatives,explosives.
It also jump-startsthe human metabolism
to a point whereit generates heat
instead of usable energy.
It's a very dangerous weight-loss drug.
It's illegal becauseit has a nasty habit
of cookingone's internal organs.
Especially whenyou already have
an above-normalbody temperature
from all that skating.
Right.
So that gets Hallie On Wheelsoff the hook.
Also means Rose could have beentaking it herself.
No. I searched her apartmentfrom top to bottom,
there was nothing there.
There wereno injection markson her body,
and no signs of ingestion.
So, if she wasn'ttaking it knowingly...
Someone wasslipping it to her.
Griffin was brilliant.
He wrote these,you know,
esotericnovels-of-the-mind
that I loved...
...and could not sell.
Until this.
His latest?
Yes, a psycho-sexual thrillerset in the upper echelonsof Manhattn society.
I read it out loudit was so good.
"Her mouth tastedof my sister."
Oh, that's genius.
I bet you cansell it.
It's so goodit sells itself.
I've already gotthe movie deal wrapped
and the lead roles cast.
Except for one thing.
You're missing the last chapter.
HoI got a sneak peak.?
Where?
Down at the M.E.'s office.
Here are the galleysfor tomorrow.
And you promisedyou would read my manuscript.
I'm having a conversationwith your boss.
I'm... I'm sorry,I need these.
I'll readyour manuscript.
Oh, and your husband called.
He said he's on his way.
He's supposedto meet me
at Dr. Shaeffer's.
He's on one of hisI-hate-being-a-lawyer kicks.
Why were you the one.
that filed the missingpersons on Griffin?
I was worried.Griffin understood
that this could bevery big for him.
Still could be very big.For you.
Griffin seemedto know a lot
of people;you beat them all to the punch
to report him missing.
Death is never a bad thingfor business, right?
Especially when you're peddlinga psycho-sexual thriller.
Ready for Dr. Shaeffer?
( sighs )
I would likethat last chapter.
Won't do you any good,
'cause I'll betaking this with me.
Excuse me.
She turned into a beautifulyoung woman, didn't she?
Yeah.
Named "She Hate Me."
You know what?
Maybe "she"... hate "me."
You mean, the pictures of her asa child serve as warning photos?
Do whatever it takes to stay aswan, because if you don't...
You'll end up back here.
Speculative theory, at best.
It's all we have.
( printer whirring )
Not all.
We have the sourcefor our poison.
Contains DNP,
along with traces ofDNP's degradation product,
aminonitrophenol-- ANP.
And since there's only one team trainer...
We have a suspect.
I'm going to get Flack on it.
MAN:It's clinically definedas "hypergraphia,"
a manic disordercharacterized by
an irrepressibleurge to write.
After killingsomebody?
Hypergraphia isnot usually associated
with elevated levelsof violence.
However, a stressfulevent such Murder?
...would induce a particularlyfeverish episode.
Yeah, well, the killer we're
looking for must'vebeen on fire.
He couldn't findanything else to write on.
It's not a choice.
It's a compulsion.
MAN: For those with hypergraphia,
the limbic system facilitates connections
between the temporal lobes on the side of the brain
and the frontal lobes behind the forehead.
Combining areas of creative thought
with drive and motivation.
Fascinating.
It's kind of likea super writer.
Well, it makes them prolific,
not necessarily talented.
Yeah, but this guy was.
And if the killer wasn't,that might explain motive.
You're certainthe writing on the body
is the final chapterof his manuscript?
And, uh, if it is his book,and no one knew the ending,
how does the last chapterend up on him
in someone else'shandwriting, right?
You like doing that,don't you?
Waiting forthe meter to turn.
I'm just tryingto heal my pain.
My skirt is really tight,
can you justhelp me out with this?
First timeas a murder suspect,
and I don't even getthe cop of my choice
to bust my chops.
I'll send Detective Tayloryour regards.
I'm ready to sendhim a lot more thanjust my regards.
Why don't you focuson what you're doing?
And in the meantime,fill me in
on how you got the DNPin the muscle cream.
I didn't put anything in there.
Maybe it just came in the jar?
Like you didn't realizeyou were getting
the kindwith bonus poisons in it
when you were at the drug store?
I only buy the stuffto help the team.
Well, team owner says you guyswere ready for the big time.
Why not let him buy?
Because his ideaof "big time"
is a spread in Playboy
and a Real Sex documentary on cable.
As if I don't get stared atenough out here.
Someone was buyingwhat he was selling.
Yeah.
Rose.
( camera shutter clicking )
You know the adMr. Madison Avenue
wanted to sell?
"Kingdom of Jamalot."
PHOTOGRAPHER:Enough with the smoke, guys.
All right, ladies,let me see the eyes.
Give me attitude.Yeah, that's it.
Nice.
Thought we werekeeping focus
on what we'redoing here.
Do you want to be left alonewith yourself for a moment?
No. But I think I want to spendsome more time with you
down at the squad room.
( siren blaring )
Hey.
Did Flack get anythingfrom your girlfriend?
Yeah, the one that took youto the Roller Derby?
There isno girlfriend.
Ms. Part'Em had nothingto say to Detective Flack,
beyond a descriptionof the Kingdom of Jamalot.
And without more evidence,we're stuck.
Well, maybe this will help.
Unidentified blood sample.
Male DNA.
Collected by you
from insidethe Roller Derby oval.
Probably the onlymale sample I collected.
What's the other halfof the equation?
The DNA matches the semen sample
taken from inside Rose Wilson.
We've been lookingfor somebody who hated Rose,
maybe we should lookin the opposite direction.
Someone like Coach Chisholm.
And since Ryan Chisholm wasn'tjust a coach to Rose Wilson...
There's something rottenin the Kingdom of Jamalot.
There we go, there we go.Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Easy, easy...
Mr. Chisholm...or should I say Coach?
I'm Detective Bonasera, NYPD.
You know, why don't wejust take a walk, all of us.
Okay, all right, fellas,this way, come on.
This way, come on, baby.
BONASERA:Tell me about your relationshipwith Rose Wilson.
She's the onewho came after me.
I need you, Ryan.
Oh, yeah, that makesa lot of sense.
A stunninglybeautiful woman...
on her way to becominga New York City icon
in an utterly unique sport
would tie herself down
to a faded minor-leaguebaseball player
who got banned forlife from the game
because he hadsteroid use?
I did not use steroids.
Oh, I'm so sorry,that's right, I forgot,
you alsodistributed them.
I don't know anything about DNPor weight loss drugs.
And I sure as hell wouldn't havedone anything
Yeah, as long
as you thought you could stillhave a piece of her.
Being Mr. Rose Wilsonwould be a lot better
than being Mr. Dog Walker.
So you think I poisoned her'cause she wanted out?
Well, go ahead,prove it.
All you're doing hereis looking for help
that you're not going to get.
Come on, baby.
Got something, partner?
Hey.
Looks like dried skin.
Maybe a callous.
Think you can get DNAoff that?
I'm going to try.
Anything elseon the carpet?
Yeah.
I got semenfrom our vic
and a female pubic hair
from an uNice.n donor.
Plus, multiple fibers.
And, technically,
it's a rug.
( chuck Yea.
Bought at auction atChristie's for $85,000
Eighty-Yeah.grand?
Which means they probablydidn't pay in cash,
so it's possible
Christie's helped youtrack down the owner?
All the way back tothe vic's brother.
MESSER: You're good at filing missing rug reports.
Not so good at the missingpersons thing, though.
I hadn't seen Griffinfor three weeks.
There was nothingunusual about that.
That's it?
I come in here and I tell youyour brother's dead.
All you say to me is you haven'tseen him in three weeks?
Nothing more to say.
You know what? There is.
Why don't you tell mewhy you're lying to me?
Your brother filedan assault complaint against you
just a week ago.
Looks like the two of yougot into it.
Griffin refusedto get a real job.
Writing is a real job.
Not if you don'tsell anything.
I need more money.
This is why I'm in chargeof the family trust.
So I cut him off.
For good.
But you did give hima parting gift.
We found your brother
in that fancy rug of yours.
He probably stole iton his way out.
What, is he a Big Lebowski fan?
Just decided to take the rugfor the heck of it?
No, that's the kind of personhe was.
I expect it back.
I'm sorry,it's evidence.
Just like the sample of yourhandwriting I'm going to need.
TAYLOR:We can't definitively tie anyone
from the Roller Derbyleague to the DNP found
in the vic'smuscle cream.
The news gets worse.
The quantity of DNP foundin the cream was insufficient
to cause death.
She must have been getting itfrom another source.
Let's expand our search,go back to the locker room,
collect every lotion, gel,and cream you can find.
Okay.
Do you reallyneed all these?
Oh, I thought you said
you wanted meto collect everything.
No, I mean, women.
Do you need allthese products?
You're asking me?
I work in a lab.
Okay, well,we know the DNP
was in the vic'smuscle cream.
MONROE:We found it.
DNP was in the shampoo.
TAYLOR: Heat from the shower would generate steam,
opening up the pores, allowing for maximum absorption.
But all the womenused this shampoo.
Means one thing.
I can think of betterthings to give you
other than my arm.
Just give me your arm, Polly.
Sure you don't want to swab me?
( clears throat )I need a blood sample.
You really thinkthat we're all poisoned?
I'll let you know when I do.
( beeps )
Handwriting samplefrom the brother is no match.
He's off the hook.
What do you have?
Fibers pulledfrom the rug
came back to a varietyof sources: alpaca,
cashmere,satin, angora.
All things associatedwith a woman.
The fibers you pulledfrom the body...
...from a loofah.
AlsoWell, I know someoneman.
who might disagree with you.
You're not gonna give me that
politically correct,metrosexual argument,
"Why does it Oh, me?be a woman?"
No. It wasn't my DNA on the rug.
It was his.
Edward Jones.
Maybe I've made some mistakesin my life.
Don't sell yourselfshort, Eddie.
You're not just an amateurlowlife, you're a real pro.
I'm trying to make amends.
One of the 12 steps.
Oh. Here we gowith the program.
JONES:Haven't you ever felt
like you needed to make upfor something in your life?
All right, Eddie, let'stake a couple steps back
and start bytelling the truth.
Your DNA wasfound on this rug.
JONES:Hold on, man.
I just saw somebodycarrying the thing.
Hey.
You need a hand?
That looks heavy.
No, thanks, buddy.
And you didn't get a good lookat the person carrying the rug?
The rug was covering his face.
Hmm.
He-he was wearingone of those jackets.
The-the...
Herringbone.
Yeah, herringbone.
Here are the galleysfor tomorrow.
And you promisedyou would read my manuscript.
And he came out over there.
That door right there.
( rock music playing )
♪ Let's talk... ♪
Coldplay, nice.
Yeah, it's called "Talk,"
something my girlfriendis really good at.
I'll call her back.
So let's walk it.
We'll take itfloor to floor.
Hmm.
Or we can goright to the source.
Griffin Holden's editor.
I think she's gotsome amending to do.
No, I think my placewould be better.
Yeah.
All right.
Yes, I'll meet you there.
Okay. Bye-bye.
Hey, I talked to our coach.
He's a letch, but...
But he's not a killer.
What do you have?
DNP was in the shampoo allthe girls on the team used.
We screened them,found that every starter
had it in her system.
Somebody trying to killthe whole starting team?
It's one wayto get more playing time.
How many people do we haveon the bench?
Just one.
You really thinkthat we're all poisoned?
The rest ofthe team was.
Now I want to knowwhy Birdy wasn't.
BIRDY:I'm the rookie.
It's my job to do stufffor the starting team.
Like what?
Well, once I brought themdoughnuts.
Doughnuts?
What, do you want themto look like linemen?
It's also your jobto stock the showers.
Look, I can't explainhow the DNP got in there.
Can you explain why you'rethe only one on the team
who doesn't haveit in her system?
MAN ( over walkie-talkie ):Birdy, come in. Over.
I didn't play enoughto use the muscle cream.
And you didn't showerwith the rest ofthe team, because...
They're perfect.
Oh.
BIRDY:Look, I knowit doesn't
look good,but I swear I didn't do it.
I stare at cameras all day,and at night
I'm just too tired to go out.
I just joined the team'cause I wanted to see
what it was like to hang outwith the cool girls for once.
Birdy, what the hellare you doing? Over.
Can I go?
Birdy, I need you to respondpromptly to a situation,
west side of the building...
What do you think?
I think you can take the girlout of high school,
but you can't take the scarsof high school out of the girl.
How does Birdy benefit?
You mean, by tryingto kill the whole team?
That's assuming Rose's murderwas intentional.
Which it wasn't.I mean, she had
no way of knowing Rose would be
struggling at the bottomof the pile.
DNP in its pure state.
Yet the sample we foundin the muscle cream
and the shampoo also containedDNP's degradation product:
aminonitrophenol.
ANP.
All right, so we're lookingat a degraded sample.
Question is...
how degraded?
Given that we knowthe ratio
of DNP to ANPin the samples,
calculating the rateof decomposition...
...tells us that the sourceof DNP is roughly
25 years old.
About the same time thatStan Vonner wrestled in college.
And if there's one thingthat wrestlers
are always trying to do,it's lose weight.
Just like the Minx.
STAN:All right, next.Who's next?
Use this...that's howyou do it...
( hip-hop playing )
♪ Everybody get random... ♪
That's howyou do it.
♪ ♪
MAN:Mr. Vonner, I understandit's an inconvenience.
The investigators needto take another look.
If you'll just stepoutside, if you'd please.
I need to get a littlemore information.
No trace of DNP.
We got a dust void over here.
Direct sunlight.
That explainsthe DNP degradation.
In theory.
We still haven't foundwhat we came here for.
He mixed the DNPin the shampoo.
He had to use something.
Mac?
I found our mixer.
A woman can never be too richor too thin.
Wallis Simpson,Duchess of Windsor.
Right.
If I'm not mistaken,that same woman
said that she wanted to be headof her own advertising agency.
Just like your husbandused to be.
Well, Stan isa born salesman.
Hmm.
Then why didn'tyou think he was capable
of selling the Roller Derby?
Who told you that?
You did.
When we found tracesof DNP and shampoo
on Stan's office floor.
See, that's what happenswhen you stir things together.
You leave trace behind.
You wanted this teamto be so successful
that you were willingto dose the girls with DNP.
Do you know how much workthis takes?
Yeah.
Neither did the girls.
They go out after practice,eating and drinking.
You mean having fun?
This was a business.
Mm.
And I may not have been ableto talk Stan
out of giving everything upfor his stupid vision,
but I sure as hell was going tomake that vision come true.
So you killed
this innocent womanbecause you were afraid
she wasn't gonna makeenough money for you.
If the girlshad been a little tougher,
I never would've had to givethem DNP in the first place.
So it was her fault?
I'm sure the judgewill understand,
especially if she's a woman.
MESSER: This is a warrant to search the premises.
for a murder weapon.
I'd like to call my husband.
Sure, just make sure youtell him that we found
Griffin Holden'ssemen on your carpet.
Along with an unidentifiedfemale pubic hair.
Is that the backing of a rug?
You gave Griffin Holden theroyal house tour, didn't you?
We had an affair.
I think you hadmore than that.
We have an eyewitnessthat saw a man...
wearing a herringbone jacketcarrying a rug
out of yourapartment building.
That's what assistantsare for, right?
That's not what happened.
MESSER:Okay, why don't you tellme how it went down?
I'll start the story.
You had a lovers' quarrel.
I can finish it for you, too.
I was the one who filedthe missing persons report.
MESSER:Because you couldn't findthe final chapter of his book,
the one you knewyou could sell.
The irony-- which isa literary term, by the way--
is that it was writtenall over his dead body.
Yeah.
Fibers pulled from the rug
come back to a varietyof sources:
alpaca, cashmere, satin, angora.
( camera clicks )
( grunting )
The evidence is all here.
Something's bothering you--what is it?
That.
Handwriting is consistent
with the Griffin Holdenmanuscript.
Exactly.
What's the vic doingin the closet?
MESSER: Maybe he was looking through this hole.
But what's he looking at?
You think we'rein the right place?
I think we're justusing the wrong light.
( rock music playing )
( beeps )
♪ You can take a pictureof something you see ♪
♪ Or write a songnobody had sung ♪
♪ Or do... somethingthat's never been done ♪
♪ Nothing's really makingany sense at all ♪
♪ Let's talk... let's talk ♪
♪ Let's talk... let's talk... ♪
That look familiar?
It should.
It's from your closet.
Seems your wife's
got a thingfor herringbone.
Among other interests.
You're going to write outa confession?
No, go ahead.
I know you're goodat that kind of thing.
'Cause that'syour handwriting
all over Griffin Holden's body.
All over the wallsof your apartment.
I know thisbecause it matches
the reference samplefrom your date book.
Hypergraphia's really something,isn't it?
Funny thing is,you're good.
Read-out-loud good.
Like your wife didwith you in bed.
"Her mouth tastedof my sister."
Oh, it's genius.
That's got to be rough,
listening to herread your book out loud--
the one you spentso many nights
working on...
when she really thinks it was written
by the guy that she's having an affair with.
The guy she stashedin your closet
on the rare occasionyou got home early.
Every time he slept with herwas one less time
I had to endure the torture.
How'd you figure it out?
She stuffed his clothesunder the bed.
One night, she didn't stuff themfar enough.
Wow.
You know, it's a shamethat she didn't letyou be a writer
when you wanted,instead of insisting
that you go to law schoolto make all that money for her.
I bet that musthave made you
really, really mad.
Like what you'vewritten? Hmm?
( yelling )
That's good work, Simon.
A little repetitive...
but I'm surethe title will help.
( paper rustling )
Motive: Case Closed.
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