Hornet's Nest (2012) - full transcript

What is that?

Single gunshot wound

to the head,

pants around his ankles.

You really know how to relax.

He was wearing a money belt,

which might explain why.

Car was cleaned out...

Rental, so no trace, no DNA.

Contaminated.

I thought you were

in management now.

Doesn't mean I don't care.

I'm still a cop.

You wouldn't understand.

No, 'cause you don't

want to be understood.

It's the reason you

wear the blue-and-white

"Keep Away" sign every day.

Lucky I got a thing

for uniforms.

Come here. Come here.

It's getting late.

You're doing it again.

What?

You're shutting down.

You're pushing me out.

I'm going to take a shower.

Quit reading so much into everything.

And you're happy with this?

It's a perfectly fine

piece of journalism.

Yeah, and Harold

is a solid writer,

but we need more than that, Ned.

We need great.

We need modernization.

We need a blogger, a Facebooker.

We need youth.

- You tweet, Ned?

- No, not really.

Yeah, yeah, well,

Brazil's already got

more than 10,000

followers on Twitter.

Yeah, but this kid

is still new to the game.

With all due respect,

so are you, Mr. Panesa.

Look, covering crime

is something

that a reporter works up to,

and just because you are

a 22-year-old

human-interest writer

who volunteers

at the Police Academy...

He came up with

a fantastic idea for a story

and took steps on his own time

to gain a greater

understanding of his subjects.

All right, all right.

He's good.

I'm not arguing that.

We need to heal the rift, Ned.

TV talking heads

get better access

because the last regime took

such a critical stance

with the cops.

Now we're hemorrhaging readers.

Cops are losing public support.

It's mutually beneficial.

You tell me

why we shouldn't do it.

Because as a newspaper,

we're supposed to be watchdogs.

We're supposed to be relevant.

Passersby found the body

here late last night.

And while motive

remains unclear,

some speculate robbery

may have been a factor.

With no suspects in custody,

Charlotte Metro Police

are asking anyone

with information

about this crime...

Haven't touched your breakfast.

- Not hungry.

- The victim, Jay Johnson from Orlando,

was last seen renting

a car at the airport.

He never made it

to his hotel room.

Stephanie Kent, reporting live

from downtown Charlotte.

Thank you, Stephanie.

We'll be following

that story closely.

Turning now to economic news...

It's my first day

on the police beat.

Local businesses in the area

are seeing signs of a rebound.

The strengthening

local job market

is encouraging prospective

buyers back to...

See you later, Mom.

- Deputy Chief Goode.

- Virginia.

Where are you headed

this morning?

Community meeting. Thought it best

to have one of my men drive me.

With patrol's poll numbers,

I'd think you'd be better off

taking anything but a squad car.

I believe the chief

wants to see you.

Is this about the ride-along?

Goode must have said no.

He's not gonna be the only one.

Hey.

It's just wrong that

you can stay so thin.

You want some?

Unlike you,

I have to work at this.

Shocking as it may seem,

I'm actually with my colleague

on this ride-along thing.

Engaging with a reporter

is just asking for trouble.

You know...

when I left Atlanta

to run Charlotte Metro,

this department was a mess.

So, I made some changes,

and things improved...

In some areas, tremendously,

I'd like to think.

But the public's opinion

of us hasn't.

Yeah, we have the media

to thank for that,

which is why this P.R. idea

of yours makes no sense.

It wasn't mine.

We have to credit the new publisher

of the "Register" for that.

But I like it.

God knows we need

some positive press.

No, patrol does.

Investigations is doing just fine.

Reporters live to expose, Judy.

- You know that more than anyone.

- Panesa's different.

And so is this writer.

His name's Andy Brazil.

And he's a recent graduate of

our volunteer Police Academy,

which means he can

accurately describe

what it is we do out there.

So, patrol gets a pass,

and my department gets saddled

with this P.R. experiment?

Not your department.

You.

Then look on the shelf.

Of course I checked.

Then look in the back room.

The wireless is down

and you're missing a cable,

but we can discuss Internet

security while we wait.

I'm Linda Bond,

I.T. tech.

I hear you're quite

the social media whore.

Excuse me?

Then go to Radio Shack.

He's a writer.

He needs the Internet.

It's okay.

I can use my iPad.

This was on your desk,

by the way.

You have a

not-so-secret admirer.

Just call me

if you need anything.

Happy first day in crime.

Thanks.

And Tommy?

Still not gay.

There's always tomorrow.

- You start tonight.

- Yes!

- I mean, this is great.

I can't thank you enough,

Mr. Panesa, for everything.

First a shot on the

police beat and now this.

I'll write my ass off.

I promise.

I know you will.

And Ned here is gonna help you.

He's one of our best editors.

- I look forward to working with you.

- Yeah.

So who am I riding with?

Vice? Gangs?

Patrol?

Deputy Chief Virginia West

of the Investigations Division

has agreed to allow you

to accompany her

as part of a four-part

blog series on the CMPD.

That's not what I pitched.

- Andy, that's exactly what...

- No, no.

I didn't go to the Academy

for six months

and work out a 20-page proposal

so I could do

a P.R. puff piece.

You know, he's got a point.

West isn't going out on calls.

He'll only see what

she wants him to see.

Well, then...

I guess he'll have to write

his ass off about that.

Won't he?

His hotel's

in the other direction.

Do you think our victim

knew where he was going,

or did he just make

a wrong turn?

Don't know.

I'm trying to see

if we can track down

any other surveillance footage

to figure out his route.

So far, this is all we've got.

Bank records show

he hit the ATM,

took out 400 bucks

at the airport in Orlando.

No wallet on the scene.

Could be a simple robbery

gone bad,

but it feels like

more than that.

Especially when you get

a look at these scratches.

They were obscured by blood

at the scene.

Fingernails... long ones.

You think our guy

pissed some woman off?

It wouldn't be his first time...

Rape allegations made against

him when he was in college,

charges dropped due to

insufficient evidence.

- Revenge killing?

- Don't think so.

His accuser was killed

in a car crash five years ago.

I'm thinking maybe

the urge resurfaced.

We get anything on the bullet?

Consistent with a

.40-caliber Smith & Wesson.

Couldn't find casings, though.

What the hell are you doing?

Andy Brazil

with the "Register."

I'm here for the ride-along.

Yeah, which hasn't started yet.

And what is being discussed

here is confidential.

I was just describing

your office.

That needs to come off.

It's my volunteer uniform.

If we're going to do this,

you're going to have to change.

Chicken breast,

lemon caper sauce.

Sorry I'm late.

Busy day?

Very.

Randy called.

He's starting a new job tomorrow.

What a relief.

Got an e-mail

from Jude the other day.

He met someone.

So...

seems both our boys

are doing well.

Is that even warm anymore?

It's warm enough.

Did you do anything today, Seth?

Did you get out

of the house at all?

Gardening.

Went to the market.

Say, when's that,

public service awards banquet?

I keep forgetting to

put it on the calendar.

It's this week.

But I know

how you hate those things,

so I can always go alone.

This is good.

Never seen your byline before.

Just started on the police beat.

What did you do before then?

Human interest.

TV listings.

There been an increase

in prostitution in the area?

Yeah, and not a Julia

Roberts in the bunch.

They're all drug addicts

with crap childhoods,

which is why they hook.

I'm not sure what's sadder,

the women who sell themselves

or the men who buy them.

Wow, really?

Didn't think

anyone still smoked.

Where's my lighter?

What are you writing

on that thing, anyway?

Tweeting, or I'm trying to.

There's not much to comment on.

- What's going on?

- '94 Honda with a busted-out window,

and I'm guessing it's stolen.

Do you need some... all right.

Unit 700 in pursuit

of a stolen vehicle

headed eastbound

on Tyvola at Woodlawn.

Dark blue Honda,

license 7-apple-apple-5-2-4.

Copy that.

Stolen vehicle

on eastbound Tyvola.

- Repeat unit number, please.

- 700.

10-4, Deputy Chief West,

and, welcome to the real world.

Headed southbound

on old Pineville.

Need backup.

Hit the lights and siren.

- Wait, what?

- I'm a little busy.

We don't have sirens

in volunteer vehicles.

Unit 32 responding.

- What the hell are you doing?

- I don't know.

Heading north on Minuet.

Hurry up! Get the lights on!

I'm trying.

- Maybe if your...

- You're spilling my coffee!

Sorry, I... found it.

Unit 32.

Vehicle in sight.

700. We have

equipment malfunction.

- 32, he's all yours.

- Copy that.

Maybe next time, Deputy Chief.

Sorry.

My training vehicle

only had roof lights.

Because you're not a cop!

You're a writer who

likes to play dress-up.

The CMPD volunteer force

was Chief Hammer's idea.

Are you saying

it was a stupid one?

Units in the area

of Statesville and Kohler,

backup requested.

Male suspect threatening

paramedic crew.

Unit 700 responding.

Do not touch anything!

Take them off! Please?

I can't breathe.

Help me.

Stay by the car.

Take them off.

I can't... please.

- I can't breathe.

- We got it covered.

- I can't breathe. God.

- Guys, come with me.

Take them off.

Let me go.

Got called out on a domestic.

Found this guy bleeding

from the head.

He alleges his wife here

hit him with a bat.

Both of them

under the influence.

I called out the EMTs.

Hey, you know it's

gonna be a bad night

when the first call

on your shift is a meth head

- who won't get out of the rig.

Help me.

This guy is tweaking big time.

- Damn it, this hurts.

- Take them off.

- What about his wife?

- She wants him back.

Yeah, I don't think that's

why she's screaming.

Can I have the keys?

Help me, Jack. Help me.

God, help me. Help me.

Take them off, please.

That better?

- Yes.

- All right.

Thank you.

Hey, we're not supposed

to hurt them, remember?

He get the scissors from you?

Overpowered

my weakling partner here.

I pumped that guy with enough

tranqs to knock out a horse.

I can't help it

if he's superhuman.

But she's gonna

believe you over me.

Hey, Duggins, shut up, will you?

- Got backup en route.

- No need. Come on.

I'll distract him.

You guys grab him.

Excuse me.

Can I get each of your names?

I'm from

the "Register."

Perfect.

The one night

things go south on me

and your friend here

is on a publicity tour?

That's not why I'm here.

Hey!

- Get over here, you...

- Come here! I got him!

Got him! Got him!

Got him!

Coming out!

All right, you got him?

- What'd you say to him?

- Called him a pussy.

You gonna tweet about that?

Unit 700.

Responding.

Detective Brewster notifying.

White male homicide victim

found in Sugar Creek,

500 block of Drury.

- Hey, what do we know?

- Single G.S.W. to the head,

multiple to the torso.

Happened at least 24 hours ago.

Name's Chuck Luby,

and we only know that

because of the rental

car registration.

- Watch and wallet gone?

- Didn't have a thing on him... literally.

- Wounds?

- .40-caliber S&W.

Any cartridge casings found?

- Nope.

- Crap.

So, it's the same killer.

No one said that.

Jay Johnson's pants were down.

Both businessmen in rental cars.

And based on what you just

said, the same gun was used.

You're not going to write

about that.

Charlotte has a serial killer,

and you think I'm not

gonna write about it?

You write about it,

you're gonna screw up my investigation.

Well, like you said,

I'm not a cop.

That means I don't

answer to you.

Mom. Mom!

I'm above the fold.

Mom?

Unbelievable.

Now people are gonna panic.

We're not even sure

it's the same killer.

I can't even imagine what

the talking heads are saying.

Well, see for yourself.

The victim, identified

as Chuck Luby,

was shot multiple times

less than 48 hours

after Jay Johnson was killed

in a similar fashion.

Both men were here on business,

each for less than a day.

Word of the murders has spread,

having already

been dubbed by some

as the "Queen City

Killings."

Police have yet to comment,

but sources say

both victims were semi-nude,

and their bodies were found

in deserted areas.

Releasing those details

just screwed us big time.

You know, I get why you'd be

pissed at the chick

who's always

sensationalizing stuff,

but Brazil just asked

a question.

It was a fair one.

Well, at least

he complimented you

for busting that uniform

last night in his article.

I don't need compliments,

not from an opportunistic voyeur

who wants his name

in the local paper.

Chief! Chief!

Deputy Chief Goode, can you

comment on the killings?

Tell us what's going on

with the investigation.

Not my department.

I can't really say.

But I'm heading in to see the

chief of police right now.

As the head

of the patrol division,

any reaction to the statements

made by your colleague

about officers and

unnecessary roughness?

Look, we're not out there

to hand out candy, okay?

We're looking for a murderer.

And unlike Deputy Chief

West's detectives,

Patrol is on the front lines.

Excuse me.

- Is Chief Hammer in?

- She's in a meeting right now.

I'm sorry, sir. I didn't have you

down for an appointment today.

Is she in with the mayor?

Yes, but if it's urgent,

I can get her.

No, no, no, no.

No, it can wait.

I'm sure Chief Hammer has

a lot on her plate right now.

- Tell her I stopped by.

- Okay.

Do you know how many

phone calls I've gotten,

how many e-mails?

I imagine our numbers

are on par...

You are not an elected official.

This couldn't have come

at a worse time.

For you or for the victims?

I've spent my entire term

courting Fortune 500 companies

looking to establish

new home offices.

We're up for three

huge conventions

and a major sporting event.

And I'll assure the public...

No, you have to educate

the public.

Talk about our 105% clearance

rate of violent crimes.

That figure includes the solving

of crimes prior to last year.

I'm not going to tell people

that we've cleared more cases

than we actually have.

We need to keep a lid

on this situation.

Judy, it's my job to protect

not just our citizens,

but their livelihoods, too.

Solomon Cahoon,

who, as you know,

has the ear of the business

community here...

He suggests

that maybe we should...

I'm stopping you

right there, Mayor.

Charles, three years ago,

you asked me to resign my post

as Atlanta's chief of police,

move here, and fix

a broken department.

And that's exactly

what I'm doing.

Our numbers are solid.

And I'm not going

to inflate them

to appease the self-appointed

C.E.O. king of Charlotte.

This year's Public Service

Awards should be fun.

Cahoon's the corporate sponsor.

Silvertip hollow points...

Needlessly destructive,

in my opinion.

Goes through tissue and organs

like a buzzsaw.

Firearms confirmed it was the same

type of gun used in the first murder?

Yes.

First shot was to the head...

Killed him

pretty much instantly.

Five other shots were fired

into Luby's torso.

Lack of vital response indicates

they were inflicted postmortem

when the body was prone.

Either making sure he was dead

or using him

for target practice.

Not much of a target

from two feet away.

Any biological evidence?

Put a rush on DNA...

Saliva on his face...

Interestingly, male.

This guy was married with kids.

Never stopped anyone

from being gay.

Now, there's no specific evidence

to support homosexuality,

but we did find

a platinum-blond,

six-inch synthetic hair

on Luby's pants.

Where's the wife?

Is she flying in?

She's already here.

My oldest boy...

I told him not to...

He goes online,

and he found an article that said...

was Chuck naked?

I'm afraid so.

Who would do this to him?

I wish I could answer

that, ma'am.

Was there a woman involved?

Was this about sex?

We don't know

anything for certain.

I wasn't there for him

like he wanted.

With the kids

and the financial stress,

I was just always so tired

all the time.

- I drove him to it.

- No.

This is not your fault.

Do you have any idea

what you've done?

You're welcome...

For the rather complimentary

blog piece I wrote.

Hey, let's get this straight...

I don't give a crap

what you write.

I only care

about who it impacts,

like the victim's kid,

who reads an article

with details

no 10-year-old should ever

know about his dead dad,

or the real cops

who are busting their ass

to solve this case.

My father was a cop, too,

you know.

And your point is you would

have disappointed him?

Got your computer cable.

This a bad time?

I'm not interested, okay?

So just leave me the hell alone.

Bitch.

- All units, 10-80...

- Marshall Park.

Possible arson.

Two-structure fire, East Trade.

Come on, people!

275, urgent.

Second fire

in commercial building.

Possible workers trapped inside.

Requesting additional

backup units.

Sending additional units

to Marshall Park and structure.

Lands and grooves on the

bullets for both murders match.

Are we thinking there's

a sexual component?

Yeah, it's hard to

imagine there isn't.

But neither crime matches any M.O.

in the national database.

Any link between the victims?

We're checking backgrounds

and computers now.

Nothing so far.

You get a look at this

morning's "Register"?

Would I be planning a press

conference if I hadn't?

I told you ride-alongs

were a bad idea.

That Brazil reported on the

murders doesn't surprise me.

That he wrote about you

and Patrol does.

But that's a conversation

between me

and Deputy Chief Goode.

What are you gonna

tell the press?

As much of the truth as I can,

but not everybody

wants to hear that.

I got a visit from the mayor.

The one who was elected

or the one who actually

runs the city?

Cahoon not only runs it,

he owns it.

That's why we need Panesa

and Brazil in our corner.

You're not done yet.

Judy, for God's sakes,

I have two homicides to solve!

And 10 detectives to help.

The ride-alongs continue,

Virginia.

Fine. All right,

tell me this.

Brazil said his dad was a cop.

That true?

You'd know better than me.

I'm a transplant, remember?

'Cause I've been here awhile.

I've never heard anyone

by that name. Have you?

Don't know why I didn't

put it together.

That's his kid?

I was still in patrol when

that whole thing went down...

- Probably 10 years ago now.

- What whole thing?

You gonna be much longer?

I've already been waiting

45 minutes.

I'm supposed to be

covering a fire.

Damn it.

Any relation to Drew Brazil?

Yeah, he was my father.

Sign here.

You have 30 days to pay the

fine or appear in court.

I knew him.

Wouldn't be dead

if he'd followed protocol.

I'd slow down if I were you.

My name is Judy Hammer.

I am the chief of police

here in Charlotte.

On Thursday

at 9:37 p.m.,

the body of Chuck Luby

of Birmingham was found

in the Five Points area

of Charlotte.

Mr. Luby was shot

multiple times

and found adjacent

to his vehicle.

We are in the early stages

of the investigation

and have not as yet

determined any correlation

between Mr. Luby's homicide

and that of another homicide

which occurred two nights ago

involving a Mr. Jay Johnson.

I don't think

she heard you, Mayor.

Apparently not.

We do not believe there is

a public safety threat,

but I have ordered an increase

in the number of officers

patrolling our streets.

As always,

we ask the citizens of Charlotte...

Who's next in line?

West heads investigation.

Goode's at patrol.

Dozier, but he's admin.

Award aside,

we may need a change.

Come on.

Dispatch even know

we're out here?

They will.

Just needed to make this stop first.

Got my lead detective

interviewing out here.

- Queen City killings?

- "Johnson-Luby murders."

Who made up

that ridiculous name?

Do you ever not tweet?

I write what I see.

I just need to

touch base with him.

Can I come along?

After what you pulled last time?

Not a chance.

It's important

for the people of Charlotte

to know all the police are

doing to solve the crime.

No, they just need to trust that

we're doing it. Stay by the car.

Maybe I should just ride

with patrol, then.

Trust me, they don't

want you, either.

So, a wig like yours?

I don't wear synthetic,

and if I did,

it wouldn't be tacky blonde.

Brewster, how's it going?

I could ask the same of you.

Just chatting with Diamond here,

see what she knows

about all this.

All this killing is killing

business, that's what.

Anyone out here turning tricks

with a reputation for violence?

- Anyone with a gun?

- Honey, we're the ones

who get killed out here,

not the other way around.

Me and my kind

are gentle people.

Anyone who's not your kind, then?

Anyone new out here?

Not that I've noticed.

Know what's

a real crime, though?

A lady with all the goods

who can't even be bothered

to dress like one.

- Panesa.

- Chief Hammer.

I was just about to call you.

Brazil wants off

the ride-alongs.

So does West.

I told her no.

Great minds.

Nice talking to you, Richard.

Likewise, Judy.

700. I'm 10-8,

North Tryon Street.

Copy that, 700.

Personally, I don't believe

either victim was gay.

You're barely old

enough to have sex.

What makes you such an expert?

I'm not as young as you think.

- 23?

- 22.

700, assault, suspect on foot...

White male, green sweats,

last seen

on Wilkinson Boulevard.

700.

Suspect in sight.

700 in foot pursuit.

Stay in the car!

Hey!

Argh!

Okay.

Okay. You can get out

of the car next time.

You're under arrest.

You have the right

to remain silent.

- Do you ever exercise?

- Shut up.

Anything you say can and

will be used against you.

You play any sports?

Maybe you should.

700, check loud music.

Neighbors at 4200

South McDowell complaining.

Copy that.

700 two minutes out on Randolph.

Is a noise complaint really

the best use of our time?

Not every call's an action

sequence, Gonzo.

Can this day get any better?

You're already back

to being a writer?

- Sorry?

- Never mind.

It's loud, but nice.

Hard to believe anyone's

complaining about it.

No one is.

Church called about that noise.

You can't hear anything.

It's a strip club...

Reason enough to complain.

I will never understand

you people.

We're not all cut from

the same cloth, you know.

- You the owner?

- Yes, ma'am. Randy Colt.

You know, it must be

a hell of a problem

for them to send out

the big guns like this.

So, I'm assuming you're...

Deputy Chief Virginia West.

Your neighbors next door are

complaining about your volume.

Complaining?

Hell, if anybody

should be complaining,

it should be me.

I mean, it's their

damn loud music

keeping all my customers out.

Yeah, well, do us both a favor,

and you turn yours down a notch.

Hey, Earl.

Bring it down a little bit.

How's that?

I appreciate it.

I'll tell your neigh...

Hey, baby.

I like your costume.

Did you say something to me?

Yeah.

Got a G-string and pasties

underneath all that?

Hey!

Knock it off!

Hey!

Ooh.

700, need backup

and medical assistance,

Colt's Strip,

4211 South McDowell.

Hell, man, Bubba's had

that one coming for years.

So, free drinks on me, son,

anytime, all right?

- Thanks.

- Hey, man, you did good.

He still shouldn't

have grabbed her ass.

Yeah.

You think Bubba

will press charges?

Not if he wants to do time

for assaulting two cops.

What were you doing

in there, anyway,

defending my honor?

Now, this is the kind of call

an EMT could get used to.

Where's your partner?

Raines has got the night off.

Poor bastard.

Expecting to hear from someone?

No.

Your ear's bleeding.

Thanks.

I know about your father...

How he went above and beyond

the call of duty,

and it cost him his life.

I know about your athletic past

and your meteoric rise

through the police ranks.

I have a trick to fix that.

There.

Thanks.

Yeah. I don't believe

either victims were gay.

I do believe there's a

prostitution angle, though.

The M.E. found male saliva and

a synthetic hair on Chuck Luby.

Maybe they were both duped

by some trans hustler,

or maybe there's some

other person involved.

At this point, I don't know

who or what the killer is.

All I know is they're out there.

- Is there still a shine?

- In three, two...

That's right, Jen.

And while the police have yet

to identify a suspect

in the so-called

"Queen City Killings,"

sources close

to the investigation say

there's reason to believe

the murders may be gay-related.

Back to you, Jen.

Enjoy your night off?

Not really.

But I hear that absence

makes the heart grow fonder.

I have to get to work.

I'll buy you breakfast.

Want to be helpful?

Walk the dog.

Obviously, we've got a leak.

Okay, well, hello?

She's been hanging out with a reporter.

It's not him.

Medical Examiner's office?

They found the saliva.

No, Odom barely shares

information with us.

He's not talking to the press.

How are we with that DNA?

No CODIS hits.

Whoever the saliva belongs

to hasn't been arrested.

Doesn't help my hooker theory.

Well, maybe we're not

dealing with a pro.

Could just be the lure,

with robbery as the real motive.

And murder's the cherry on top.

Other way around, more like it.

So what exactly are my guys

supposed to be looking for?

Anything.

Everything.

I want officers patrolling

all known areas of prostitution

sundown to sunup.

Along with parks,

public restrooms, strip clubs.

Throw in some undercovers,

if you got them.

Better get on it.

Chief Hammer.

Your husband called,

wanted me to remind you

not to be late

for dinner tonight.

Yeah.

It's my anniversary.

Stephanie.

Andy Brazil.

You're real.

And here I thought you

were Panesa's pseudonym.

Can I ask you something?

Journalist to journalist?

Journalist to reporter.

I'm assuming you consider

yourself the former.

Where'd you get your information

the killings were gay-related?

You really think I'd tell you?

No.

But I do think

you should be more careful,

'cause it gives us

all a bad name

when your source is wrong.

Let's go.

You see my press conference?

No.

I TiVO'd it, though,

or I hope I did.

The record button is fussy.

Are you gonna eat that?

No, no. I'm just saving

myself for dessert.

Happy anniversary.

You, too.

That I.T. girl's

obsessed with you,

in case you hadn't noticed.

And...

is she your type?

No.

Of course she isn't.

Hey. Can I get your expert

opinion on something?

Sure.

Both these guys

had wives and kids.

I did some digging,

found out this one

was accused of a date rape once.

- Either strike you as gay?

- God, no.

But they do look

like they'd have to pay

for whatever action

they did get.

They strike you as the type that

could be duped into believing

someone was a woman

when they weren't?

The hustlers who are trans,

they don't have the money

or time to do it right.

People know what they're

buying into, Andy.

Yeah.

How can I be standing

in your way

when there's

not even a defendant?

I'll tell you

what the correlation is...

The longer you keep me

on the phone,

the less time I have to make

a case for the prosecution.

D.A.'s already worried

about his case.

Neither Johnson nor Luby's

home computer have any evidence

of Internet affairs

or chat room hook-ups.

No gay porn, but plenty

of the straight stuff.

Nice.

You want to leak this

to the kid,

get the record set

straight, so to speak?

No.

Let's keep our distance.

Why are you following me?

What the...?

911. What is

your emergency?

Got a couple of burglars

trapped inside an electronics

store out in Five Points.

Think you've got a unit nearby?

Copy that.

We'll send someone right away.

Yeah?

I'm looking for Andy Brazil.

I got it, Mom.

Go back inside, please.

- Hey.

- Hey.

You are taking this cop thing

way too seriously.

This makes it official.

Thanks.

Singlehandedly bringing

down a burglary ring

that plagued

this city for months?

How'd you do it?

Let's just call it

a happy by-product.

Let's get out of here.

By the way,

there's something you should know.

What do you mean he's being followed?

By whom?

- By Patrol.

- For the last couple of days.

We'll be increasing our presence

in the Tryon and airport areas,

as well as stepping up

patrols in...

Deputy Chief Goode.

Do have any idea

what harassment is?

I'm sorry. I don't know

what you're talking about.

I just found out that Patrol

has been tailing Andy Brazil.

Well, I don't know where you're

getting your information from,

but I can promise you...

If any officer takes part

in any of this again,

I will have his or her badge.

Am I clear?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm beginning to think you've

got a sadistic streak, Virginia.

As I was saying...

That's not why I'm here.

He went over your head.

- Who?

- The mayor.

He called in the FBI.

He wants you to hand over

the investigation.

I need you to stay home.

I just came back

to get my laptop.

I don't feel well.

- I got to go.

- Andy, please!

Get off me!

Stop it!

I'm sorry, I just...

I really need something

to drink, Andy.

Can you get it for me?

No.

Andy Brazil.

Andy, it's Richard Panesa.

I've secured an interview

with the mayor.

I want you to conduct it.

Is it my imagination,

or has this place gotten worse?

Clientele has.

Food hasn't.

I'm just so used

to seeing cops around.

After my little speech,

we'll be lucky

to find a patrol car

within five miles of this place.

B-Ray's up in here!

- Yeah. That's right.

- Yeah!

Not the best timing ever.

You're safe with me.

Hey, I might not wear

the uniform that much...

back at you, honey.

Didn't like the cooking?

No, I just...

She counts her calories.

Want some more coffee, at least?

- No, thanks.

- I know this one will.

So, because of these killings,

you feel businesses

are suffering?

And when business suffers,

our citizens do, too.

That's why I called in the FBI.

And the people

of Charlotte deserve

a quick resolution

to these crimes.

And by joining forces with

our local police department,

hopefully that

can be accomplished.

And in the interim?

We go about our lives.

Are you saying the city's

safer with the FBI here?

I'm saying we've increased law

enforcement presence by 30%.

And while it's unsettling,

the average citizen

has a better chance

of winning the lottery

than being this

murderer's next victim.

Actually, the odds of that

are roughly 200 million to 1.

The metro area has a population

of around two million people,

so if two people were killed in less

than four weeks, one does the math...

Look, do I like driving

downtown alone at night?

No, but it's an irrational fear

because a very small,

very specific segment

of the population

is being targeted.

The public needs

to be aware of that.

Whoever's doing this

has got no criminal record,

so they're either young,

lucky, or a recent convert.

So, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna give the FBI

all the information we have.

No reason why we can't keep

investigating on our own.

Attagirl.

Any unit in the area

of West Trade and Graham...

Robbery in progress.

- Armed white male on a bus.

- Hey.

You know, it's gonna take

Patrol a while to get here,

- thanks to me.

- Okay.

West and Hammer responding.

10-4.

- Excuse me a moment.

- Certainly.

Sorry, Mr. Mayor.

I have to leave.

Thank you for your time.

- Just hand it over.

- Come on!

I'll go first.

Judy.

I ain't got all day, bitch.

Excuse me,

is this the bus to Sm...

This is the bus

for giving me your money.

-! - We don't want any trouble.

Then hand it over, now.

Hands behind your head!

Sorry, everyone.

Police officers.

Watch your step.

Hammer and West.

Suspect in custody and a squad here.

No other unit need respond.

Let's keep everybody out

on the streets.

Checking in.

Blair Mauney III.

You here on business

or pleasure?

Both.

Quitting my job.

Wanted to do it in person.

Check-in's

not until 4:00,

but let me find out

if your room is clean.

You know what?

Just have my bags

brought up to my room

when it's ready.

I'll go out for a while.

Will you require a taxi, sir?

No, I have a rental.

A map of the city, then?

Want to make sure our

guests don't get lost.

I'm not worried.

I grew up here.

Make sure to get

the bus in frame.

Come on, "Windbags."

And we're rolling live.

I'm standing

where it all happened.

Chief of Police Judy Hammer

and Deputy Chief Virginia West

were apparently

having breakfast nearby

and responded

to an armed-robbery call.

The two women managed to

take down a man with a gun.

Witnesses call the act heroic,

but some have suggested

these theatrics

are a distraction

to Charlotte's more serious

crime issue...

A serial killer among us.

Sources close to Mayor Search

quote him as saying

that even he is afraid

to drive downtown at night.

Reporting live,

I'm Stephanie Kent.

Chief, you have a visitor.

Richard.

For the hero chief.

Or the chief distracter,

depending on who you ask.

Stephanie Kent is an idiot.

With a viewership

hanging on her every word.

Look, what you did was great,

just like the job you're doing.

Really?

With the mayor terrified

to drive around the city?

Uncredited sources.

That's not even journalism.

Look, I like the job

Brazil's doing,

but I just...

The story's getting much

bigger than it needs to be.

If there could just be

some restraint exercised,

at least

at the "Register."

Of course.

So, you, ready for your award?

I think it's safe to say

that everyone from the

mayor to Cahoon to myself

would be happy if we could

un-ring that particular bell.

Yeah. But,

you're still going, right?

Yeah.

With your husband?

No. I wouldn't subject

him to that nonsense.

I'm going alone.

Me, too.

Why not go together?

Serious crime issue...

A serial killer among us.

Sources close to Mayor Search

quote him as saying

that even he is afraid

to drive downtown at night.

Reporting live,

I'm Stephanie Kent.

Sources close to Mayor Search

quote him as saying

that even he is afraid

to drive downtown at night.

Technology's not enough.

All that tweeting,

uploading and posting

doesn't add up to breaking news.

You got a good old-fashioned

scooping, Brazil.

No, that wasn't scooping, okay?

That was stealing

or hacking or something.

She used my quote...

I typed it into my notes

but didn't include it

in my story.

Yeah, but that's

my point... why not?

Maybe your allegiance to CMPD

is keeping you from being

a serious reporter.

You know, it's either that

or you're not the boy genius

that Panesa thinks you are.

Hi.

You know, there's a gun

in that drawer.

Why don't you use that

instead of a spoon

if you want to kill yourself?

That's not funny.

It wasn't meant to be.

Bobcats are just not

getting it done this season.

I changed my mind.

I want to go to that public

service awards thing with you.

That's okay.

I already made plans.

Here you go, baby.

Don't stop.

You know, bro,

this ain't me being cheap or nothing,

but don't you think

you need to switch

to, like, water

or soda or something?

No, that's okay.

I don't want any more.

Come on, man.

Well, hell, man,

you ain't gonna drive, are you?

I'm fine. Okay?

Don't worry about it.

How's it going?

Hey, handsome.

Looking for fun?

Not interested.

You go ahead inside.

The FBI sent us a real winner.

Okay, we're bringing in

a profiler.

Of course he is.

I'm sorry. Is there something

you want to add, Miss West?

Deputy chief.

No, there's nothing you've

said worth adding to yet.

Our team's going over

the lab reports now.

- And the best way you can

help us do our jobs...

is by having your detectives

provide us with local support

in the form of your CIs,

your street contacts,

- and any intel you should have...

- Hello?

- Hey. Is this bad timing?

- Well, yes and no.

What's up?

What phone are you calling from?

I borrowed Duggins'.

Mine doesn't get reception

out here for some reason.

Listen, my shift's

just about over.

You, want to do

something tonight?

I can't.

I got to go.

What if I call you...

What?

The same .40-caliber Smith &

Wesson was used both times,

and no shell casings were

found at either crime scene.

Both men are from out of town,

- both in rented cars...

- Listen, I was just being polite.

This is actually

a really bad time.

Ma'am, this is Randy

from Colt's.

Um, I just thought I'd give

you a call and let you know

that your friend's been down here

drinking really heavy tonight.

- Is he still there? - Victim "A,"

Jay Johnson... shot to the forehead...

No, ma'am.

He took his keys, and he left.

That's why I just thought

I would give you a call.

I appreciate it.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Victim "B," Chuck Luby...

Five shots to the back,

same telltale shot

to the forehead

that's consistent

with victim "A."

Idiot.

Hey, it's Andy.

Leave me a message.

Where's your car?

Did you forget

where you parked it?

I walked,

not that I owe you

an explanation.

Right.

You just decided

to take a stroll

through the worst part of town

all by yourself.

How'd you know where to find me?

Your father could not have known

that man had killed

someone before...

Could not have known that

there were plans to kill again.

If Detective Drew Brazil

had not pulled over

the erratic driver in

front of him that night,

more people would have died.

Instead, only two did,

in a shootout...

right here.

We're just gonna pretend

that never happened?

Yep.

Another dead body found

next to a rental car.

Shot and beaten.

Someone definitely

spent some time here.

Will someone turn off

that damn car?

All right, guess he started

with a full tank,

which means it's been idling

for a good eight hours now...

Before we took over the

investigation in earnest.

Noted for the record.

It's essential for the

integrity of our investigation

to delineate it from yours.

Well, the cash

and watch are gone.

But, look, this guy's a Mauney.

Great. Native son gets killed.

The press will have

a field day with this.

What is he, a rich local?

Used to be.

Blair Mauney Jr.

Inherited TriSouth Bank from his father.

Mauney III here was

poised to succeed him.

Enter Solomon Cahoon...

Seized the company in a

hostile takeover in the '90s.

Last I heard,

Blair was moving in

with his wife's family

in Asheville.

And still affiliated

with the bank?

Yeah, Cahoon let him stay on

in some bogus management role.

Patronizing S.O.B.

But throw a rock,

and you'll find one of those.

All right, we'll do a rundown

why this guy was in town,

see if we can track

his footsteps.

You guys want to go

through his office supplies,

you're more than welcome.

The killer managed to pick up

all the casings again?

- Yep.

- Smart...

Keeps us from getting firing-pin

impressions

or DNA from them.

Good thing there's no press

out here today,

not even your shadow.

Works for me.

Crap, crap, crap.

They've been calling

all morning.

I told them you were sick,

and they said to stay

home and get better.

I didn't want to go

to work today, anyway.

Hey, Tommy.

It's Andy.

I was wondering if, um...

Are you... are you busy?

What have you got in these

boxes anyway? Bricks?

Books.

Remind me to buy you a Kindle.

It's in Noda.

What do you think?

That you're taking

advantage of me...

And not the way I'd like.

You out for a little

fresh air to pollute?

Yeah, something like that.

I just needed a break.

Any headway?

No.

And I can't believe it keeps

happening right under our noses.

It's like the killer knows

this city better than we do.

Yeah, or... or

he's pretty damn lucky.

I mean, all three crime scenes

are in areas with

spotty radio coverage.

Look, when I said what I did

to Officer Jenkins

about cuffing that woman,

I did not intend for it to

be some public humiliation.

It was one guy, one situation.

Okay.

Apology accepted.

You're turning heads.

Probably not in the

way that I'd like.

I don't know about that.

- Hi.

- Hello.

How are you?

Something needs to be done.

Agreed.

It won't be easy.

Panesa's got deep pockets

beholden to no one.

Hammer, for whatever

reason, is wildly popular,

or at least not easily replaced.

I don't know.

Deputy Chief Goode could

be a very effective leader.

Patrol's ironhanded tactics

may have been derided

in the past,

but then we didn't

have a serial killer

running around loose, did we?

Excuse me, Mr. Mayor.

It's time.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome

Mayor Charles Search.

That'll be enough of that.

We're here tonight to applaud

our local heroes, not our emcee.

Three years ago, the city had

a violent-crime rate

that was surging

and a police force

on the verge of folding.

One woman changed all of that.

On behalf of TriSouth Bank,

I'm proud to present this award

for outstanding public service

in the area of community safety

to Chief of Police Judy Hammer.

Thank you very much.

Key.

Key...

you know the best

part of this evening?

The wine and your speech.

Well, the company

wasn't so bad, either.

You know,

you deserve that award.

The things you've done

for the department,

for the community...

How bitter a pill

do you suppose it was

for Cahoon to watch me get this?

Like chewing penicillin.

Hi.

Judy?

Everything all right?

Judy? I'm sorry.

Seth, where are you?

Are you driving?

Judy, I'm sorry I've been

such a disappointment.

Seth, talk to me.

Goodbye.

Seaboard Street, any unit

in the area,

single collision, overturned

vehicle, possible fatality.

Plate number registered

to Chief Judy Hammer.

Let me by.

Seth, Seth, I'm here.

You're gonna be okay now.

Judy, let them do their jobs.

Chief, thankfully he's alive.

Based on skid marks,

it appears that he was traveling

upwards of 60 miles an hour.

He did hit the brakes just

before this concrete column,

lost control of the vehicle,

and rolled right here.

Also, we found this.

We got to keep this clear.

Hh.

Pick it up.

Hey.

My God, what happened?

Is he okay?

He's banged up, but he's alive.

Yeah, 'cause if he

really didn't want to be,

he wouldn't have

put his seat belt on.

What?

Yeah, I found a suicide note.

Gave it to your guys.

- Officer, can I speak with you?

- Sure.

What exactly happened here?

So, where were you last night?

With him?

No.

Where were you?

Out.

Judy.

Wh-what can I do?

Do you want me to get rid of Brazil and...

No. No.

Chief Hammer, I'm so sorry.

You're here to report on this

story, am I correct?

Then tell the truth.

I'm not gonna pretend

everything's fine anymore,

'cause it's not.

Come on. Come on.

Easy.

"Chief of Police's Husband

Hurt In Suicide Attempt."

"Chief of Police's Husband

Hurt In Mysterious Crash."

"Man Hurt In Accident."

Seth Bridges, husband

of Police Chief Judy Hammer,

nearly died yesterday here

in what sources say was

a failed suicide attempt.

Mr. Bridges is reportedly

in stable condition,

but this near-tragedy

certainly doesn't help

the chief's cause.

Because while some sympathize

with her situation,

many are asking, "Is Judy Hammer

too overwhelmed

with personal problems

to effectively

run the department?"

All three men died

of a single gunshot wound

to the head,

but this one was inflicted

after a fair amount

of what I'd label

physical torture.

Gun not good enough anymore?

You have to use

a tire iron, too?

Yes.

It's both bludgeon...

and impaling tool... sharp end.

Mostly lacerations,

but, as you can see,

several of these are punctures.

They're not very deep.

Same person do all this?

Well, I can't say definitively

about the fatal gunshot

because it was inflicted

while Mauney was lying down,

fired directly into the forehead

from above, based

on the shape of the wound.

And these others?

Were likely inflicted

by someone right-handed,

moderate versus severe force,

and, based on blood spatter,

from a standing position.

"Moderate force."

- Possibly female.

- An enraged one.

But how do you hold a gun

and beat the hell out of

someone at the same time?

- She had to have help.

- A man's.

Sorry to interrupt,

but I figured you'd want to know

what we found on this USB stick.

Were you at the hospital

all night?

Just got back

a couple hours ago.

How is he?

He was lucky.

They just kept him

overnight for observation,

and they're releasing him

later this afternoon.

Virginia...

I'm thinking of resigning,

in light of Seth,

in light of everything.

And Cahoon wants me

fired anyway.

Yeah, well, he

doesn't know it yet,

but Cahoon has his own

set of problems.

He was being embezzled by Mauney

to the tune of $5 million.

And here's something

else to consider...

There were only a handful

of people at the accident

that knew about the

note in Seth's car.

You read Brazil's article.

He didn't mention it.

So how did the fact that

it was an attempted suicide

get on-air?

- What are you doing?

- Making you coffee.

You have a lot of

people to see today.

Thanks, Virginia,

for everything.

No, I'm meeting

with the governor then.

Let's push it to the week after.

Bye.

My apologies, Judy.

Anyway, I was so sorry to

hear about your husband.

How's he doing?

He's gonna be okay.

The timing must have been

overwhelming.

Of course, good news is you

have highly-skilled individuals

waiting in the wings,

should you care to...

I'm not quitting, Sol.

And you can't get me

fired... not anymore.

We both know that's

outside my jurisdiction.

But that's not really

why I asked you here.

I assume you know that an

officer in your company

was the latest victim of

the killer we've been after.

I was supposed to meet

with Blair that night.

Never showed up...

Tragic, really.

I had great affection

for his family and for him.

Well, the feeling wasn't mutual.

Our detectives found

evidence in his car

that Mr. Mauney

successfully embezzled

over $5 million from TriSouth.

I'm assuming you had no idea

this was going on.

Of course not.

An isolated incident, I'm sure.

Nothing to make

your stockholders

or your customers get nervous.

But people do.

They tend to have a hard time

separating the illegal

activities of an underling

from those of his boss.

We've notified

federal authorities.

And I'll do

everything that I can

to keep the details

out of the press.

Thank you.

You're a busy man, Sol.

Now might be a good time

to stop concerning yourself

with the police department...

or who's running it.

Hey.

You got a gun?

- Me personally?

- You can use mine.

You know there's

no future between us?

- I know.

- Your turn.

Okay, you shoot too fast.

Tap, tap, stop.

See what they're doing,

and then make your adjustments.

Can I ask

about Blair Mauney III?

Beaten and stabbed

with a crowbar.

Possibly a female, maybe petite,

before he was shot

in the forehead.

A woman's doing all this?

You'd be amazed

what a woman could do.

But, no, she's

not doing it alone.

All three victims were killed

by a single head shot

from several feet away.

Not easy to make.

If I were to bet,

I'd say the killer's a man

who lets this woman take out

her frustrations on the bodies.

Reasonable working theory.

Yeah, I'll probably see

it on the news tonight.

You might.

You know that TV

reporter Stephanie Kent?

I can't prove it,

but I think somehow

she hacked my e-mail account,

stole a quote I got from the mayor.

And that information's

in an e-mail?

Poor man's backup file.

I send stuff to myself

all the time... drafts, notes.

- Change your password.

- I did... twice.

- Linda Bond?

- Yes?

CMPD. I have reason

to believe

that you've been

illegally hacking

into reporter Andy Brazil's

personal e-mail account.

You want to tell me who you're

sharing his information with,

or should I just haul your

ass to jail right now?

Brewster,

I need a tail on someone.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Roland tailed her here.

At first it seemed like it was

only an exchange of information.

Turns out there's more involved.

Take a look.

Yeah.

We ran the plates on the SUV.

You'll never guess who owns it.

The asshole I park

next to every day.

"Victim... 17 years old.

Name withheld."

She was just a kid.

How come I'm not surprised

you know where I live?

Come in.

Thanks.

I didn't...

Didn't realize you had...

- Hey.

- Company.

No, I'm just leaving.

- See you later?

- Yeah.

- He yours?

- His name is Niles.

Join me while I

finish breakfast?

Sure.

- Judy.

- Adam.

I wanted to speak to you

about something privately.

Are you all right?

Well, a lot's happened,

both professionally

and personally.

- Yeah.

- And God knows

they've written enough

about it in the press.

I know.

I am so sorry.

It's hurt the department.

It's hurt our ability to serve

the community like we should.

I don't disagree.

So, I've come

to a difficult decision.

I'd like to share it with you.

Okay.

I'm suspending you

without pay for 30 days.

What?

On what grounds?

Allowing a reporter to

access police information

because you were too busy

being blown to notice.

In order to protect

your ability to lead,

I've asked the head of personnel

to handle this with

the utmost discretion.

But know this...

I'm watching you...

unlike your wife.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I was thinking

about the prostitution

angle of the killings.

Seems to me there's two types

of men who deal with hookers...

Okay, those who use them

and those who want to save them,

be heroes to them.

First victim had scratches

on his face, right?

So I did some research.

Turns out he had a rape

allegation in his past.

Maybe he tried

to rape a prostitute.

Yeah. It happens a lot more

often than you'd think.

But there was no DNA supporting

that sexual contact occurred.

Maybe someone stopped him

from succeeding...

You know, someone who'd

been watching it go down.

Maybe someone

who was watching her.

We're on it.

We've got guys culling surveillance

from every street leading

away from the airport

in a two-mile radius

in the days and weeks

leading up to the first murder,

seeing if we can spot a car

and a driver hanging out,

but nice try.

Well, can't you just

search for a hooker

with the medical examiner's

height estimate?

Do you know how many small

women there are in the world?

- We don't even know

what she looks like.

What did Jay Johnson's

alleged rape victim look like?

Maybe he went looking for the

same type of woman to attack.

Look, I really appreciate

all the thought

you have put into this,

but I can't discuss

this with you.

- Yeah, but... - Hey,

we need to stay in our own lanes.

We're not friends.

We're not anything.

I'm a cop.

You're a writer.

Let's leave it at that.

Andy, you're back.

Just for a minute.

What?

I came to get Dad's gun.

Got a car sitting here

for three hours,

two weeks ago, outside

a gas station on Dowd Road.

What kind of car?

Chevy Cavalier, '90-something.

- Blue?

- I think so. Why?

I have one of those, too.

Roland, can you run

"Harvey-Nancy-Oscar-3-0-9-6"?

- You bet.

- Thanks.

Brewster, look at this.

That woman in the doorway...

There's too many shadows

to get her face

using image enhancement,

but I'd lay odds

that's who the guy

in the Chevy's watching.

Rental car lot on Yorkmont.

Chevy parked across the street.

Any women visible?

Right here on the corner.

Short, small.

Darker hair, though.

No, our lady's wearing a wig.

Can you zoom in on her face?

Trying.

Trying.

I got it.

Our Chevy's registered

to an Earl Emery Duggins,

- 300 Tuckaseegee Road.

- That's Denny's partner.

EMTs get 30,000 more calls

a year than we do.

- They know this city.

- What are you talking about?

EMTs! We need

to find Duggins.

- I'm on it.

- Okay.

This is as clear as I can get.

Now, who is she?

Find something you like?

Get out of here, you jerk.

Go away!

Hey.

How old are you?

18, asshole.

Leave me alone.

- I just want to talk.

- Well, maybe I don't.

You're cute.

Why's someone cute as you

got to buy a girl?

I don't want to buy you.

Hey, I'm a journalist.

Yeah?

What's your name?

Andy Brazil.

I write for the "Register."

I've heard of you.

Really?

Listen, are there other girls

that you know of...

You know, girls like yourself?

Why? You gonna write

about our lives and stuff?

Yeah. Sure.

Only creeps out tonight, anyway.

Let's go for a drive.

And you're sure?

At this point,

we can't afford to make any mistakes.

Okay.

Well, call me after.

Thanks, Virginia.

Never thought I'd see the

inside of this room again.

Didn't think I wanted

to, but I was wrong.

- Is that work?

- Yes.

Did you catch the killer?

We're getting close.

Are you comfortable?

Do you need anything?

Just you.

Seth...

I want a divorce.

700. Approaching

Duggins' residence now.

700, copy that.

Police! Open up!

We're clear.

Nothing on this side.

We're clear.

Great. He's not

at work, either.

If you're not a cop,

why do you listen to this stuff?

Breaking news,

so I can get there first.

Can we turn on music instead?

Why don't we just go to

a coffee shop and talk?

I'd rather go

somewhere private...

in case you change your mind.

I'm not gonna change my mind.

Not that you're not

a pretty girl,

okay?

With beautiful hair.

It's not mine.

My boyfriend says it helps

to think I'm somebody else when

I do this.

They itch, though.

Go to the end of that road.

No one comes here.

You know, I'm supposed

to be home by now.

I should probably pull over

and text my wife so she

doesn't get suspicious.

I'll do it for you

so you can keep driving.

Sure.

I don't know why men cheat,

why they do any of the

disgusting things they do.

Last text was to Virginia.

That her?

Yep.

Always pawing at you.

That happen

when you were younger?

Maybe sexual abuse?

You know what's funny?

I kind of hate guys.

What do you want me to type?

That, um, I'm still at work,

but I'll see her soon.

And at the end,

type the words "tap tap."

it's sort of our

version of "X-O-X-O."

Cute.

Sent.

Get hair samples from his brush.

I want to match his DNA to the

saliva on the first victim.

Hey, it's Andy.

Leave me a message.

Crap.

Call the "Register."

See if Andy Brazil's there.

- If not, have them find out where he is.

- Why? What's going on?

We need to isolate Brazil's

location using cell towers.

Raines?

Hey, it's me.

What are the worst spots

in the city

for EMT to get radio calls?

Park near those old buildings.

So, do you hate

your boyfriend, too?

He's different.

He saved my life.

How?

This guy...

this guy, he tried to rape me.

And my boyfriend,

he was right there to stop it.

Said he'd been watching me

for a while...

Like a guardian angel.

Do you mind if I get out

and stretch my legs

before we start talking?

No. Not at all.

So, you were asking

about my boyfriend.

Yeah.

You want to meet him?

We've already met.

Guess even big-time reporters

have a hard time getting laid.

Out of the car.

And you touch anything

but that door handle,

I will splatter your brains

all over this little classic.

Don't shoot, okay?

He tried to force himself on me.

What? I did not.

She's lying.

You disgusting piece of garbage,

putting your

filthy hands on her!

Come here, baby.

Can I do it this time?

Please?

Why'd you pick this one?

You like him or something?

No.

I don't like it

when you like them.

I don't!

I just want...

No! No!

What have you done?!

All right, let's go!

Cop. Writer.

- Deal.

- Yeah.

What have you done?

Aren't you tired of

being above the fold?

Never. Nice shirt, by the way.

Yeah.

You can't have one.

Well, it suits you,

whatever it is...

The tornado or beehive?

- It's a hornet's nest.

- Ooh.

Which is how Lord Cornwallis

described Charlotte in 1780.

Been on the city seal

ever since.

Right. I remember reading that.

He said

it was "hostile."

Still is.

Only if you poke it,

which you do.

"You" generally,

or me specifically?

Tell me you're not gonna

talk the whole time.

Well, I might ask

a few questions, but...

It's too early for this!