♪ My body is your body ♪
♪ I won't tell anybody ♪
♪ If you want to use my body,go for it, yeah... ♪
( music continues under conversations )
A photo mosaic.
100,000 individual imagesworking as one.
It's almost as beautifulas you are.
You're sweet.
You're alsovery sneaky, Frankie.
Well, when you said we weregoing to a gallery show,
I assumed it would bein a gallery...
not somebody's loft.
This is theart scene, Stella,
not the crime lab.
Scientific rulesdon't apply.
Okay.
That's, uh...
not entirely true.
The algorithmthat allowed me
to put this mosaic togetheris mathematical.
I'm... left brained.
I'm not yourtypical artist.
Oh, it'syour work. Wow.
Congratulations.
James Goldenoriginals.
Courtesy of...
Carlo Franchetti...
...your host and mybenefactor, Carlo Franchetti.
♪ ...Cause my bodyis your body... ♪
( music continues )
( screaming )
( screams )
I wasn't planningon working tonight.
Oh, I'vebeen there.
Your kit'son the way.
And a... changeof clothes.
Wound's painful,but he'll live.
BONASERA:I'm getting to work.
E.R. docs willremove the arrow.
Detectives atthe hospital will
bag it andtag it for us.
I don't see any other arrows.
Killer must have gotten luckywith his first shot.
This wasn't luck.
Sniper's biggest advantageis the element of surprise.
And his skill is patience.
He waited forhis kill shot.
Then he took it.
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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. ♪
FLACK:I've spoken withhalf the guests.
My guys are following upwith the rest.
Word is, Carlo's partiesare a regular event.
Our victim's nameis Mirabella.
I'm thinking thiswas her first party,
because no one knows her.
Mirabella's anonymity
doesn't exclude herfrom being a target.
Neither doesCarlo's popularity.
The question is, which onewas the intended victim?
I'll get on that.
Carlo's headinginto surgery now,
and when he gets out,I'll be waiting.
Okay.
Arrow enteredthe intercostal space
between the fifthand sixth ribs,
most likely puncturingthe left ventricle,
causing massiveinternal bleeding.
And leaving uswith a trajectory rod.
Killer was onthat rooftop.
A bow isn't something youcan hide inside your coat.
Killer may have ditched it.
I'm on it.
Hey.
Looks like you'redressed for business.
Oh, you know it.
Hey, Mac, goggle up.
Things are goingto get dusty.
Okay, fire it up.
Got to love this job.
( whirring )
All I'm asking iswhen's the tape comes down.
When's the tape come down?
It's crime scene tape.
When it's no longer a crimescene, the tape goes away.
I need to get to work.And that's my store.
You don't seem too upset
that a man was just killedin front of your store.
Maybe now they'll stay offmy block a couple of weeks.
Who's they?
Those guys,those bill posters.
They call themselvespublicists, or band promoters.
To me, they're nothingmore than a pain in my ass.
That's some sympathyfor the dead, Mister...
Runyon.
Damon Runyon.
What about a little sympathyfor the small businessman?
I spend everyfriggin' morning
scraping those postersoff my windows...
Mr. Runyon, go grabyourself a cup of coffee.
I'll let you know whenyou can get back in your store.
Gideon Epp.Music promoter.
It's not as glamorousas I would've imagined.
Where's the limo and the girlswith tight shirts?
Trust me, it's notlike that at all.
You know more about thisthan your average CSI.
Yeah, I played for awhile.
Enough to get ataste of the world.
And that was enough for me.
What the heck is this, glue?
Somebody really wantedto stick it to Mr. Epp.
He was dedicated,getting the word out.
Now he's just dead.
And I got blood here.
So he must've fought back.
You know, some of these postersare torn.
You think this is some kind ofturf war over posting rights?
Wouldn't be the first time.
Looks like somebody just walkedright over this guy,
stepped in the glue,left his footprints.
Looks like they headed towardsthis club here.
All right, well, uh...
bye.
I'll just meet you back atthe lab with the DOA.
( mellow ballad playing )
♪ Tonight, my darling,I'm waiting ♪
♪ Tonight, sleepy, I'm fading ♪
Stop, stop, stop.
You know what,take five,
but please stay put.I'm sorry, who are you?
'Cause I'm pretty sureyou're not supposedto be in here.
Easy, all right?
Door was open.You in charge?
Gus Drood.
That's my band,the Rough Sects.
That's the nameof the band?
That's catchy, huh?
Head of A&Rover at Twisted Sexy Records
is sigThat a fact?night.
Yeah.
Would you mind if I take a lookat your right shoe?
Can we make this quick?
'Cause these deadbeatsget more than five minutes
they start forgettingthe songs.
You happen to see a guy lying inthe gutter this morning?
You got any idea how many guysI see laying in that gutter?
Come on, this isGreenwich Village.
People come from all overAmerica to sleep right here.
A guy with glueall over his face...
identical to the glueon this shoe.
Not to mentionhe was dead.
That guy was dead?
Yeah, he was dead.
Holy crap.
Listen, I saw that guy.
I just...
I figured that he wassleeping off a tough night.
Hey, you losers planning onrehearsing?
Or maybe you're thinking aboutmaking up the songs
as you go along tonight.
Well, let me tell you something.We'll be talking.
Let's go.
( grunts, yells )
♪ ♪
( machine hums )
One, two...
three.
There you go.
Thanks, Sid.
You guys on themusic promoter?
Like glue.
( chuckles )
He doesn't thinkthat's funny.
He's humoring you.
You don't know him like I do.
♪ ♪
These abrasionson the victim's throat indicate
where the fatal blowcrushed his larynx.
He drowned in his own blood?
Mm-hmm.
What about these marks?
Abrasion trauma here.
Fatal blow was directly
to the throat.
I also found blood spatter
on the victim'sclothing,
but no incised woundson the body.
Could he have coughed it up?
It was smearedon the frontof his jacket,
so it's most likelysomeone else's blood.
The sample's gone to DNA.
What about this powderon his eyes?
I'll get a sampleup to you.
There's somethingthat caught
in his throat.
A bullet?
So the killer smashed himin the throat,
and then put a bulletin his mouth?
Who would wantto send that kind of message?
Mac, this is one serious bow.
Binary cam technology,pinpoint accuracy,
zero recoil, no vibration.
The arrow is noslouch either.
Top speed 328 feet per second,
three-blade tip,carbon shaft,
helical fletching. In flight,
this arrow
was spinning like a drill.
Two bodies and a bamboo wallweren't even a challenge.
So there's no databasefor bows and arrows.
The Internet makes themeasy to buy.
How are we goingto I.D. the archer?
Two partials on the free space--
the part of the arrow thatdidn't go through either body.
First print
belonged to Carlo.
( screaming )
What aboutthe second print?
Unknown.
Maybe it belongs to our killer.
Left while he was loading?
Well, that all tracks.
But this doesn't.
Blood on thetrajectory feathers.
From one ofour victims?
No. But here'sthe curveball.
DNA report.
No result.
It's from a jaguar.
Our killer is a hunter...
and his prey is human.
"I've sleptwith a lot of women--
"some wild,
some crazy,some both."
Excuse me?
Carlo's words, not mine.
Should have swungby the hospital
to meet this guy.He's a piece of work.
He calls himselfthe New American Playboy.
Lives, drinksand breathes women.
Again, his words.
So that in mind,as far as
Looks likees go,a lot of them.
Carlo has emergedas our primary target.
Five minutesinto the interview, I wanted
to kill him.
What's all this?
Uh... first,
Hammerback's autopsy reportcame back
on Mirabella,and the results of her
pubic combing.
Two foreignpubic hair samples.
Now, there's a party.
Who were the guests?
First sample is Carlo.
The other is a female.
Okay. Only Carlo and Mirabellaare on the patio,
so you're thinking that the hairmust be transferred
from one of hispast girlfriends.
Which is why you're nowsnooping through Carlo'slittle black boo.
The women listed here
are his reason for living.
Alphabetized by first name.
Forget "player.""Stalker" ismore like it.
Look. We've got Amanda,
21; Aubrey, age 19; Alexis,age 26; and scouting reports.
Look, this is page oneof the "A's".
It goes all the way to "Z."
Carlo's all about the details,isn't he?
Flack.
CommentingUh-huh.ondoning.
Pubic hairs are notlike fossils.
They don't hang around forever.
Which makes Carlo's day plannervery interesting.
Sienna.
Before the party yesterday,
Carlo blocked out three hoursto be with her.
"Sheep's Meadow...Central Park...
'She may kill me,but it'll be worth it!'"
Yeah.
I doubt Mirabellafelt the same way.
Sienna?
SIENNA: I'm sorry.
Secondary what?
Transfer.
From you to Carlo to Mirabella.
So because a hair of mineis on a dead girl,
that means I killed her?
I have no ideawho Mirabella is.
And, until yesterday, I didn'teven know Carlo existed.
Really? Wow.
He certainly knew about you.
Let's see.Name: Sienna.
Schedule: Lunch, noon to 1:00.Works out.
He's right. I work nearthe park. Jog during lunch.
Trainingfor next year's marathon.
Yesterday,he shows up.,
challengesmy mile time,
so we raced. I kicked his ass.
But Carlo wasalso a winner.
Right?
Well, I'd say that's a tie.
We had fun.
No strings attached.
Maybe that's howit started out.
But then, when it was over,
he went to Mirabellajust a few hours later.
Maybe yougot jealous.
You weren't so special anymore.
You didn't even make the listto the party.
I may be young,but I'm not stupid.
This isn'tthe movies.
Billionaires don't sweepreceptionists off their feet.
Yesterday was all about sex.
For him
and for me.
I didn't hurt Carlo,and I didn't kill that girl.
Sorry.
Can't take your word for it.
But we will
listen to your fingerprints.
The round from the vic's throatwas not functional--
no gunpowder.
Well, the turf war theorymight have legs.
I testedthe red powder
from the vic's face.
Ten percentoleoresin capsicum
with a dymelpropellant.
Pepper spray.
So he was Maced
and then bashed in the throat.
And the substancefrom the back of the jacket
is coming back...
vegetable starch.
Main element in the pasteused to hang the posters
is potato starch.
So why would it beon the back of his jacket
if he was killed lying face up?
Well, maybe the vic
fought with his attackeras he was slammed
up against the wall?
That would mean that the killer
might have leftsomething behind also.
Let's go lookat the posters.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.You know what?
The way they hangthese postersis that they put
another layerof glue onthe posters.
So, if Gideonwas slammed upagainst the wall,
there should be trace in that layer
of glue.
Let's look at itunder an ALS light.
Hey, Danny.
A smear in the glue.
It stops right here.
All right. So...
let's see what's underneath.
Hello.
Look at this.
Think you can get anything?
It's too smeared.
Look at the orderthat the posterswere hung.
The Missing Notes
were hung by our vic.
Some were torn off the wall.
Yeah. And then therewere these that were
posted over our vic's posters.
Right. ThYeah.k Alibis.
Gideon's posters were torn.
Yeah. salvoin a turf war.
Fired by whoever hung theposters for the Weak Alibis.
I want you thereat 7:00, okay?
Excuse me.
Patrick Thompson?
I got a posting permit.
You're not listeningto me, all right?
Hold on a minute.
I got a postingpermit.
That's an importantphone call.
You don't answer my questions,you'll be calling a lawyer.
Sorry.
What happenedto your hand?
Cut it.
With this.
You usually carrya knife like that to work?
I use it to trimthe posters, all right?
When I'm done,it's an aesthetic.
That wouldn't happenin a dispute
with a Gideon Epp, would it?
What would we haveto fight about?
You moving in onhis territory perhaps?
Hey, man! I just posted those,like, 20 minutes ago.
Hey, man,you snooze, you lose.
Kind of unethical to postover someone else's posters, no?
Do you think there's rules?
Man, this is the musicbusiness, okay?
Who you work for?
I work for myself.I'm repping these guys.
Not a big profile yet,but soon they'regoing to hit big.
And then someone's goingto be putting up posters for me.
You know what? a mission, huh?
I'll do whatever it takes.
So it seems. I'm going to needa DNA sample from you though.
Yeah. worry. It doesn't hurt.
Another weaponyou're an expert with.
I don't know whetherto be impressed or worried.
Hold fire!
Your turn.
This bow and arrowis identical
to our murder weapon.
Mac, I've never firedone of these before.
Exactly. You're perfectto add context to the evidence.
Which is?
Jaguar blood. Makesme think the killer's
a hunter.
Yet the suspect-- Sienna--works a desk
all day.Put your hand there.
Three fingers right here.
Pull back.
So it stands
to reason, if I can use this,so can Sienna?
Give it your best shot.
Whoa! That's awesome!
And easy.
I think Siennacould have done it.
So do I.
Can I have another?
You've proven the point.
I know.
♪ ♪
I founda mother-of-pearl button.
Doesn't match anythingon the vic.
What did you get?
Guitar pick.
I think it's for a bass.
Is there a difference betweenthat and the other kind?
Bass strings are thickerthan guitar strings
so sometimes they usea heavier, larger picklike that.
Looks like there's writingon this.
Maybe a band nameor something? It's worn off.
Let's see if wecan pull it up.
♪ ♪
See if that worked.
"Runyon's."
It's where we foundour D.O.A.
Maybe the killer's rightin front of us all this time.
( sighs )
No experience neededto operate the bow.
Sienna could have done it.
She didn't.
Her print doesn't matchthe print we found on the arrow.
So... we no longer havea suspect.
Well, technically we havean entire black book of them.
We just don't haveanyone to focus on.
Actually, we do.
Carlo's watch-- cracked.
And bloody.
Is it Carlo's blood?
No. Not Mirabella's, either.
Means Carlo was in a fight
before he got skeweredby that arrow.
Mm-hmm. The bloodon the watch is male.
No matches in the system,so I ran an antibody assay.
It tested positivefor typhoid fever inoculation.
Hmm.
High risk countriesfor typhoid are Peru, Chile,
India and Pakistan.
And add the Jaguar bloodwe found
on the arrow into the mix...and Peru starts to stand out.
Right.
But here's the kicker--
the hospital also confirmedthat Carlo's blood
tested positivefor the inoculation as well.
TAYLOR:Inoculation lasts two years.
When was Carlo's last trip?
How about last week?
A private jet makestravel easy.
It also leavesa paper trail.
Carlo wasn't traveling alone.
He was with a Rick Smith.
Carlo hired me as a guide.
He wanted adventure,I gave him the Amazon.
Guns weren't his thing,
so I set him upwith a bow and arrow.
And it's the bloodon the arrow, Mr. Smith,
that led us to you.
That was takenon our trip.
Who is the woman?
My wife, Cassie.
How much hunting knowledgedid Carlo have?
None.
Really?
Out of the blue, he walks
into your office and wantsto go to the Amazon.
Quite a first experience.
His cash, his trip.
Like I said,he wanted adventure.
I think he wantedmore than that.
Where's your wife now?
Colorado.
With her family.
We're taking a breakfrom each other.
Well, last week youwere all smiles in Peru.
Now the marriageis over?
No, you don't have to answer.
We have a pretty good idea
of who came betweenthe two of you.
Yeah, she cheated. With him.
It's over now.
And why is your bloodon Carlo's broken watch?
When I found out about it,obviously, I was pissed.
I confronted him,threw a punch.
It wasn't half what he deserved.
Then you went backand tried to kill him.
Your wife breaks your heart,you put an arrow through his.
Poetic.
I'm a hunter.
I'm not a criminal.
Mmm.
Besides, that bow and arrow,that... that was his.
After the trip, he kept it.
I... I never touched it.
Then you won't mindproving that.
It's in my statementto the officer.
I came in from Long Islandthis morning.
Mr. Runyon, we found one ofyour picks on the dead body.
Any thoughts on howit got there?
I gave 'em away for free.
Advertising.
Are these guitars in herefor repairs?
That's right.
That's what we do here
at Runyon's Guitar Shop--we buy 'em,
sell 'em, and repair 'em.
Any of these come in today?
Yeah, they all did.
You mind if we takea look at these?
Go ahead.
You're not taking them.
They'll be in good hands.
You know what? Can you give methe dead guy's address?
I want to send his familysome flowers
just to say thanks
for ruining a day's businessfor me, okay?
Mr. Runyon, you just better hope
that there's nothingon these guitars
to connect you to the victim,
or one day's going to feellike a bargain.
( strings twang softly )
GUS:Go back to the hotel
and get some sleep.
The gig starts at 10:00.
Please, be there by 8:00and do me a favor--
show up sober, okay?
Can you not talk to uslike we're children?
Gus, you got a minute?
You got business with me?
Cause, uh, otherwise,I got to get going.
You missing a button?
Yeah.
Why?
I think I might have foundthat button.
Do me favor-- don't move,all right?
This is borderingon harassment.
You know what? Don't tempt me.
Check this out...excuse me.
That's an exact matchto your shirt, this button.
Want to tell me how
it ended up on the bodyof a dead guy?
Maybe it fell on him?
Ask yourself this--
Why would I kill
some random guy on the street,huh? To what end?
I don't know, Gus.
Maybe because he was pushing
a band and you're pushinga band
in a place right next doorto where his body was found?
If you're going to arrest mefor killing this guy,
then let's get it done.
Otherwise, I'm about to signthe deal of a lifetime
and I'd appreciatea little peace.
I bet you take a little pieceof everybody you meet
given half the chance.
You can go.
Nice guy.
( chuckles )
You know, you don't haveto help me with this.
Well, I owe youfor all that help
with the archery.
These prints are inconsistent
with how you holda bass to play it.
Are you a connoisseur?
Look at this.
That's the only way the printswould get like this.
( choking and gagging )
Let's swab for epithelials.
Sure.
Let me know what
you get on that.
What's that all about?
I don't know.
He wanted to see the guitars.
Blood from the vic's jacket--
turns out to be female.
Well, that rules out Patrick.
And Gus Drood-- for now.
Maybe this swabwill tell us something.
Want to go see Rough Sects?
I checked the printsof our Safari guy, Rick,
against the print we foundon the arrow.
They don't match.He's got plenty of motive.
Unfortunately, we have noevidence against him.
No, listen, I got to go.
Rick's not our guy.
All right.
So now we're 0 for two--way behind in the count.
Well, I'm not keeping score.
Where do we go from here?
Back to the beginning.
Let's talk this out.
The only pieceof evidence
we can attribute to the killer
is a partial print on the arrow.
All right,since Rick's clean,
it stands to reason hewas telling the truth.
Maybe Carlo did keep the bow andarrow after the hunting trip.
That would mean...
He was shot with his ownbow and arrow.
Okay, new direction.
If Carlo owned a bow and arrow,where did he keep it?
Well, obvious place would besomewhere in his home.
Forget about the black book.
Anyone with access to his housewould be a suspect.
Okay, he's only been backfrom Peru a few days,
which means samefor the bow and arrow.
Odds are, we're looking forsomebody who was at the part.
Right.
Well, my prints aren'tgoing to match. Promise.
Yeah. I believe you.
It's the rest of the guestsI don't trust.
There were at leasta few hundred people
invited to the party.
Unless someone RSVP'das "Murderer,"
how do we know who's important?
To answer that, wefirst have to find out
where in the house the bowand arrow was taken from.
The arrow was coated withan acetone-based cleaner.
I'll pack the vapor detectors.
BONASERA:Art is the sexof imagination.
It's a George Jean Nathan quote
that Frankie likes to say.
And it seems to suitCarlo's style to a "t."
The mosaic isa female nude.
Attention to detail...
takes the pieces, assembles themtogether to create the whol.
Sounds like a day in the lifeof a criminalist.
Isn't that what we do?
Put the pieces together?
Hmm.
But you always like to lookat the big picture, don't you?
( beeping )
Carlo's gear from Peru.
Not too concernedwith hiding it, was he?
Positive reactionfor the arrow cleaner.
This is where the weaponwas taken from.
But check this out--
vapor detector's picking upa second substance.
Not arrow cleaner.
Proximity makes me think
it was left here
by the killer.
That's not all he left.
HAWKES:Raises new questions.
What's this mystery substance?
Not to mention,who left the print?
And the biggest questionof all...
How did someone walk outof a party
of hundreds of people witha bow and arrow... unnoticed?
♪ ♪
Good news is, the printson Carlo's end table
match the printson the arrow.
Bad news is,
we don't have a name.
( beep )
Not yet.
Maybe this willhelp us get one.
( beeping )
( rock music playing )
♪ Come and bite me ♪
♪ I'm pretty hungry ♪
♪ I'll make some dinner,but not today ♪
♪ You come and take mewhen you get lonely ♪
♪ Until the sun shinesand we can play ♪
♪ And then we'll lighta cigarette ♪
♪ For two ♪
♪ Maybe we'll rideon handlebars ♪
♪ So you go onand give it to me ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Kick me to the ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Kick me to the ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Kick me to the curb... ♪
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoawhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
We need to talkto your band.
You're gonnahave to wait.
Drood, show's over.Show's over.
♪ It's always... ♪
Kill that.
♪ You gonna take me... ♪
( sound cuts off )
What's going on, Gus?
Nothing, just the NYPDruining all of our careers.
Do you always usethat guitar strap?
Never played a show without it.
Mind if I takea look at it?
Thanks.
What's that?
I'm going to needto scan your palm.
MESSER:See if it matches the palm printfrom the murder weapo.
What happened to your hand?
She cut it.
You don't say much, do you?
I cut it. So what?
Must be kind of hardto play power chords.
Right hand.
( bleeping )
Didn't the epithelialsfrom the guitar
come back female?
Yeah, but they didn't matchthe blood on the vic's jacket.
Which means thatsomebody else
used Stephanie's guitarto kill Gideon.
Another woman.
That's a nasty rash.
I got something in my eyes.
Pepper spray, maybe?
I'm going to needto scan you as well.
We are getting ready to blowa very big deal.
StepRight hand.od.
( bleeping )
You used Stephanie's guitarto kill Gideon Epp,
didn't you?
We came out of the club--
we rehearsed till 3:00in the morning.
There's a lot of pressure,you know?
No, no, no, no.
Come on, don'tinvolve me with this.
Let somebody elsespeak, please.
Oh, come on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.Don't go, don't go.
This is a temporary setback.
It's temporary. We'regoing to be startingright back up. Please.
We came out of club, and thisguy was covering our posters.
Hey.
Hey!
What the hell are you doing?
ELVA: I was tearing his posters down.
He tried to stop me.
Steph maced him.
( man yelling )
Steph got cut.
And I just lost it.
( man groaning )
GUS:Just go.
( gagging )
So why did you pourglue all over him?
They didn't knowabout the glue.
Hands, Gus.
Hands.
Come on.
( gagging )
Damn it!
All that workfor nothing!
I put a lot of moneyinto getting these guys signed,
and they blew it.
You son of a bitch!
Easy, easy.You know what,
you really know how to windpeople up, don't you, Mr. Drood?
That glue you pouredon the dying guy's face,
that's at least tampering.
Come on.
Maybe even accessory to murder.
You going to jail, buddy.
( whistles )
Come on. Get up.
( handcuffs clicking )
Sienna, Cassie and...
Mirabella.
Carlo gives a whole new meaningto the term "art lover."
This was a crime of passion,
and it had everythingto do with her.
Carlo tricked you,didn't he?
Mm, he was good at that.
Playing the role.
Getting people to trust him.
He went jogging
with Sienna.
Hunted a jaguarfor Cassie.
And for Mirabella,he threw a party.
No, that was supposedto be for me.
At least that's what I thought.
In your mosaic,
you didn't reveal her identity,
but Carlo knew exactlywho she was.
I was a stranger to him.
JAMES:Carlo.
Where are you going?
People want to ask youabout my work.
He walked away with Mirabella
like she was his trophy.
Like I didn't even exist.
You didn't.
The party wasn't about you,James.
That's why no one noticedwhen you left.
With the bowand arrow.
She was more than justa model, wasn't she?
Before Mirabella,I was just a photographer
scratching out a living.
But the dayI photographed Mirabella,
I became an artist.
She brought my work to life.
Suddenly Carlo Franchetti isputting my mosaics on his wal.
I'm important.
Fame, money, power--all within your reach.
Then Mirabella, your muse,will fall in love with you.
Fairy tale complete.
TAYLOR:But none of itwas real.
It was all Carlo's ployto seduce Mirabella.
So you got even.
( screams )
He made me believe and I did.
But Mirabella wasjust a conquest.
The guests were only props.
I was a joke.
Nobody was there for my art.
I was.
( jazz music playing )
Sorry I'm late.
It's okay.
I ordered you a beer.
Thanks.
So...
What's up?
It's just something I thoughtyou might be interested in.
Jazz music.
That's me.
( applause )
TAYLOR:I'd like to thankMiss Carol Williams
all the way from Chicago,our special guest.
( applause )
( jazz music playing )
Get out of here.
Are you kidding me?
How'd you know he played?
Figured it out.
I could tell by the way heheld the bass in the lab
that he knew guitars,
and I knew he had a standingappointment on Wednesdays.
Could have beena shrink or yoga,
but I took the music option.
I'm impressed.
( jazz music continues )
Maybe you didn't know himas well as you thought.
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