Wicked City (2015): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Very Thought of You - full transcript

Previously on "Wicked City"...

You may need time. I know that.

But I have faith in us, Betty.

Coroner's office came through
with an I.D. on our Jane Doe.

Vera Bennett.

Maybe she was his first kill.

This kid had to be in her life.

Enough that someone would remember him.

He was around 11 when Vera met him.

His mother had passed away.

- Remember this kid's name?
- Cooper.



I have a drug dealer to bust.

You're a cop.

This killer's just using you.

He's choosing me.

You've got the right stuff, Karen McClaren.

I think I know where Mallory's body is.

What do we know about our killer?

We know who he kills.

We know

how he kills.

Let's focus on the why.

We know his first kill, Vera,
was a crime of passion, right?

It was... it was fueled
by the sting of rejection

of unrequited love.



She was different.

An accident in his mind.

So why did he keep killing?

What drives him now?

How about a movie?

You know how much Mama loves the movies.

So much that you named me
after matinee idol Gary Cooper.

That's right, my sweet Cooper.

Someday, baby,

we'll go to the movies,

and you'll see me up on the big screen.

All I need's my big break.

I'll go to all your pictures, Mommy.

Mm, my biggest fan.

The speed of the kills,

the increased brutality, the...
the... the need for recognition...

that all speaks to a void that no body,

no woman will ever fill.

That kind of psyche has deep
roots in early-childhood trauma.

So let's... let's go over what we know

about his primary parent... his mother.

Well, it's not much.

Rita Forrester... she O.D.'d in '64.

Based on the profile, that
puts the kid at about 8 or 10.

And so far, the neighborhood
he lived in with his grandfather

hasn't gotten us much,
not on her or the kid.

All right, guys, well,
look, if we could find

a way to connect his past
to his present murders,

then we might be able to find him.

So can we please just
dig up everything we can

on Rita Forrester? Thank you.

The dive unit found a body.

Okay.

Fly brand coke.

Same as the last victim.

What is this psycho telling us?

Bonsoir, ma belle.

Venez-vous souvent ici ?

I don't know what you're saying.

But it's working.

I thought we'd hit the Riot House Hotel.

Seems like the perfect fit for

a photographer and his foxy muse.

Oui.

- That's all I've got. Sorry.
- That's all you need.

Um, Kent...

Is this all you need?

Being here with you?

- Yeah.
- No, I mean,

flirting and getting phone numbers

but not going any further.

- Like... like the other night.
- I don't expect you...

to go further.

But since then, I've been
having thoughts, urges.

For more?

I want to feel what you feel.

Blood...

Rushes through your veins like a flood.

Your skin is like a live wire...

electric.

Every sense is heightened.

Your body throbs, it aches.

Your heart pounds.

Everything is in your hands.

But you'll know when it's right.

And no matter what happens,

this evening or otherwise...

It's you and me.

And that's all that matters.

Hmm.

Allez.

Serial killers rarely use drugs.

It hinders their ability to
be in control and have power.

Considering what we know
about Mom's drug use,

could be into the party
girls. It's oedipal.

Sure, so maybe he's buying
the drugs to lure them,

but clearly, he's leaving them on purpose.

I mean, obviously, Mallory
wouldn't put her coke

in another bag to keep it from getting wet.

He wants us to see them. Why?

And both times fly brand coke.

That's right. Fly brand coke.

Three words I'm really starting to hate.

So we find the pusher
that's selling to him.

Yeah, that would help.

But we need to make sure every street boss

and every fly brand dealer on the Strip

sees that composite of our killer.

Bet you Miss Body Shop can help us out.

Why don't you go bat your eyelashes?

Yeah, why don't you go
flutter yours at Vice?

We'll see who gets a bite first.

Reporting from the Sunset Strip,

we have an exclusive interview.

Karen McClaren is here to speak candidly

about the Hollywood Slayer,

the latest serial killer
terrorizing Angelenos.

Got her right here. She's met him.

As a freelance journalist...

- this must be quite an overwhelming experience.
- "Freelance," my ass.

Tell me, what was it like
first meeting the killer?

Honestly, he just seemed
like every other charming guy

on The Strip hoping to make it with a girl.

Why choose you to tell his story?

I'm not sure, but in his first letter,

he said that we have a connection.

And maybe that's true.

What kind of connection?

"To make a name for ourselves.

To make a difference."

I... I guess he saw I was ambitious.

An appeal to your ego.

Does it make you uncomfortable
to make a name for yourself

on the back of a serial killer?

It's not about me.

It's about the victims.

I want to make sure people remember them...

their... their names and
the lives that were lost.

Thank you.

- Yeah.
- And we'll be bringing you more details...

Yeah?

McClaren?

No, I think she still works for me, yeah.

Paul, Rolling Stone.

I'm gonna write it down right now

and make sure Karen gets it.

Gotcha.

Okay.

Oh, my.

All right, here we are.

Ah, here.

Something you like?

Huh?

What do you see?

- Hmm.
- Huh? Good?

Enchanté. Michel.

Oh, hot.

Are you, like, French or something?

Or something.

Can we buy you a drink?

Yes, you can buy me a drink.

Cheers. Thanks, guys.

- Thirsty.
- Salut.

New friends.

She's perfect.

Wow. Thank you.

See, Michel's a photographer.

Rock 'n' roll. Celebrity spreads.

- Stuff like that.
- Oh, cool.

So you say you want to be a superstar.

Why don't we shoot you tonight?

Oh, um, I... I don't know.

Trust me, before I met
Michel, I was so timid.

Oh.

I was, until I saw myself through his eyes,

and I became powerful,

strong, in control.

Don't you want to feel that?

Maybe we could, uh, grab a room,

take some photos?

Uh, y... yeah, okay, yeah.

Um, okay, uh, let's get
another round before we go up.

I mean, it's on me.

Okay, yeah, I'll be back. Yes.

I'm ready.

Tonight is the night.

You're sure?

Yes.

I want her to be my first.

Oui.

More. C'est fantastique.

Yes! Yeah! Oui!

Is this what you want?

C'est très bien, but I
want to see all of you.

Please. Get comfortable.

He knows what he's doing.

I'm gonna nail it.

Knock on wood.

You know the drill. Cue me.

"And if I wanted to see you again,

to make an honest woman out
of you, what would you say?"

"I'd say... "

Damn it, don't tell me!

"I'd say...

I'd say you've gone mad."

"I have. It's because of you."

Shoot. I'm gonna be late.

- You love me, don't you, sweetie?
- Yes, Mommy.

More than anything in the world.

- Always?
- And forever.

How do I look?

Michel?

Wicked.

I know you think this
is some play to see you

and you're probably gonna
say no, but I need your help.

The last time I tried helping
you, it got me arrested.

So

if we could just avoid that...

Another body dropped with fly brand.

- Planted?
- Yeah.

So I need to get the composite
out to all the dealers.

Could get us a hit on his I.D.

I can't push something like that

without exposing my
relationship with the cops.

But if you push, you can get
the help of Graham Walker.

Mid-level boss in the outfit
I've been working on The Strip.

Can you help me get to him?

Bucket was my direct line,

but he's been in the wind ever since

our little chat with you and Contreras.

And with Bucket gone,
your case has stalled.

Hmm. And Bucket

was a step closer to Graham.

And Graham is a step closer
to the ultimate target.

The elusive "Oz," as I like to call him.

Okay, not original.

But you get the idea.

Bag him and I get my promotion.

So how do we...

I... how do I get to him?

Hit him where it hurts.

Tonight, we get the
attention of Graham Walker.

He's a mid-level boss
whose main source of income

happens to be fly brand coke.

Our killer's favorite little calling card.

If it's important to our
killer, it's important to us,

which is where Graham comes in.

Now, look, Graham Walker is
shrewd, all right? He's controlling.

And he wouldn't want people to think

he's playing nice with
the cops without a fight.

Rather than haul his ass in, we're
gonna get an invitation to his house.

We've got locations and times

for every cash drop he's got tonight.

- We hit each spot.
- Grab the cash.

And then we let them know if
they want their money back,

we'll deliver it to Graham in person.

That way, we can have our little chat.

Let's hit The Strip.

- See those hands!
- Police!

See those hands!

Hands up! Yeah, you!
Hands up now! Let's go!

L.A.P.D. donation. There you go.

Keep it going.

All of it. Let's go.

Thank you. Have a great night.

Yeah, right.

- Hey, hey.
- Up against the wall.

- Get on the wall.
- What do we got here?

Mr. Moneybags, huh?

- Got it?
- Thanks.

Stay there. Don't move.

Hold it. We're closed here, Hoss.

You don't look closed to me.

What do we have here?

Is this a little after party?

I guess our invite got lost in the mail.

Well, well.

Ooh.

I spy with my little eye.

Multiple counts of possession,
intent to distribute.

Bingo.

For those of you who
have not had the pleasure,

I am Detective Jack
Roth, Robbery-Homicide.

I am looking for a killer
that is hiding in your world.

Now, I need some info...

info that your boss,
Graham, could help me get.

We just need to talk.

So page him. Call him.

Whatever it takes to get him the message.

'Cause until he agrees to work with us,

we're gonna have one hell of a bonfire

with your hard-earned money.

And I can't imagine that
ends well for anybody.

Why are we on this stakeout, anyway?

I'm picking up from your subtle
cues that something's wrong.

You saw the news.

If you can call it that.

When were you gonna tell me?

What about you?

Ever plan to tell me about Rolling Stone?

They reached me at home. Duh.

Well, good.

Enjoy your 15 minutes.

So, who tipped you off about this?

My best girl.

She always comes through for me.

Well, your best girl didn't come
through with much of a story.

Dunno.

My street source, Bucket,

deals out these clubs.

He's been in the wind for a week.

Something's up.

Well, well, well.

Who do we have here?

Contreras and Roth.

If Robbery-Homicide is here...

This could be about the Slayer.

Let me.

Ohh.

Excusez-moi.

Here.

Ohh.

You always were good at
coloring inside the lines.

Thank you, baby.

Mm.

May I have this dance?

Wait. You just got back.

Please don't leave me again.

This is different.

I'll only be gone a few days.

And when I'm back, all our
dreams are gonna come true.

I promise.

No. You'll muss my face.

Be good, sweetie.

I love you, Mommy.

Always...

And forever.

Ooh, la, la.

It's all happening.

Oui, Mon Ange.

My angel.

My turn.

I'm gonna take some deadly shots.

Ohh, damn it.

Damn it!

Wait, there... it's...

there's no film in here.

Oops.

There never was.

How are you feeling?

Like you brought me to life.

I know it's wrong to say, but...

I've never felt so alive.

There's nothing wrong about you.

- Did I do okay?
- Oh, my god.

You were so powerful, so in control.

I felt like we were one.

I've never felt closer to anyone.

I feel like we've shared something

no one else on earth has.

What happens now?

- Not to us to her.
- Hmm.

I don't want you to think about that.

I'll take care of it.

But it's important to you, right,

what happens after?

The ritual of who she becomes.

Thank you.

Um, do you want to run the lines?

Maybe it could help you calm down.

It's all right, sweetie.

They're all up here.

- Mommy, let me...
- No!

Look what you did.

No!

You've already done enough!

Don't look at her!

Don't look at us!

I love you, Mommy.

And I love you.

She died a few months later.

I promise...

I'll never abandon you.

Never.

I love you.

- Always.
- Never ever?

Not every day you get invited
to a drug dealer's house.

Let's hope he's got something for us.

I think I may be in the wrong line of work.

Yeah, no argument here.

Regular Cagney and Lacey, you two.

- It's Roth, actually.
- Yes.

Detective Jack Roth.

Let me guess.

You don't wear a wedding band

'cause you don't want people like me to

know you have a family.

But you do somehow.

Hey, hey, I... I got my sources.

You know what, let's not.

- Let's not what?
- Let's not take this nuclear.

M.A.D... Mutual Assured Destruction.

You know, it's what's keeping
us from nuking the Soviets.

But in this story, you're
the commie and I'm U.S.A.

- I fought for this country.
- Yeah?

And look at you now.

I take it you didn't, uh,
bring us out here to show off.

Yeah, that's... that's part of the fun.

I prefer to keep business on my turf.

That's great. So let's, uh, skip
the bluster and get down to it.

Yeah, I got word out.

One of my girls matched a composite

to some weird john from about a year ago.

You got 10 minutes.

- She's inside.
- Oh.

Lacey here stays with me.

I'm good.

Johns don't exactly pay
me to look at their faces.

Hair's different, but
something about the eyes...

I'm pretty sure it's him.

Okay, that's great.

Um, anything you can
tell us would be helpful.

I saw him a few times.

It was always the same thing.

Made me wear a blonde wig
and pretend to be dead.

Guy only gets it up for dead girls.

Uh, anything else unique you can remember?

Uh, something he might have
said? Something you saw...

a tattoo, birthmark, something like that?

He always picked me up in different cars.

Real nice stuff, too, like, high-end,

kind of old.

Vintage.

The Corps?

Yeah, oorah.

Two tours with Uncle
Sam's misguided children.

I know you, man.

No, we've never met.

Came back from Nam all busted up,

got on drugs over there.

Stayed on 'em here.

You were sampling some vices while in Vice.

Yeah, I think you got me
confused with someone else.

Come on, give me a break, man.

You don't know me.

A Vice cop enjoying my goods.

Trust me, I know exactly who you are.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, then, you know
that I can destroy you.

You understand?

I'd be very careful where
we're going with this.

Yeah, you should be careful, as well.

Is that a threat?

I bet your partner doesn't
even know you as well as I do.

A guy like you...

lots of secrets.

It's dangerous.

You know, it's dangerous for you and him.

I mean, I would...

I would hate to see
either one of you get hurt.

Okay. You leave my partner out of this.

Contreras.

Let's go.

Goodbye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- For me?
- Yep.

- Thanks.
- To shaking the trees.

Something fall for you?

Graham's called for a meeting with me.

Um, I'm on standby till I hear when.

And before you say, "be careful,"

just know I'm... I'm good.

I know you are.

Graham give you anything?

Yeah, our... our killer was
with one of his prostitutes

in between his first kill
and the most recent one.

He made her pretend to be dead.

Well, sounds like a bit
of a cooling-off period.

Trying to keep his urges at bay.

Yeah, that's... that's
exactly what I was thinking.

What's with the smile?

We're talking about a serial killer here.

Well, I like talking shop with you.

Yeah, me, too.

This place is such a dump.

It's even worse during the day, huh?

I like it here.

Me, too.

Hi-ya, sweet Betty.

What are you doing here?

- Where are the kids?
- Um, out with the wife.

She took all the kids up to the park.

Told her I'd wait here for
you so you wouldn't be worried.

You know, I wouldn't want you to worry.

Where's the sitter?

Gal said she had some emergency.

She knows our kids are friends.
Asked me if we could fill in.

And lucky for you, I
was here to save the day.

You're welcome.

Okay, go now.

That's the thanks I'm gonna get?

Thank you!

Can you get out?

I need to go to the
park now and get my kids.

I got an idea...

About how you could really thank me.

All right, I'm gonna give you a hint.

It involves your mouth,
but you're not talking.

Come on, baby,

you used to love getting
down on your knees for me.

Get out of my house.

Ohh.

Hey, what do you got?

Went to all Rita Forrester's
previous addresses.

Was able to collect some of her stuff

from an old landlady who had held onto it.

Really? All this time?

This lady had newspapers
stacked to her ceiling.

I may need to see a therapist
after being in that house.

I feel like I suffered a real trauma.

Well, you definitely need a shrink,
but it has nothing to do with today.

Uh, there was also a
16-millimeter film reel.

I have it at the lab, converting it to VHS.

I... I want that tape handed to
me as soon as they're done with it.

She's got mementos of
every movie she ever saw,

including the date she went on,

but there's no photos of her kid.

Yeah, I guess her
priorities were elsewhere.

Did you talk to anyone who
remembered her having a son?

Yeah. Said he was shy, mousy.

Mom left him alone a lot.

That was about it.

It's amazing the damage we
can do as parents, you know?

Yeah.

This kind of looks like Marilyn

if you squint and pound five beers.

Marilyn is Mom.

The drugs, the victims that he targets,

the way he kills them.

It's not about Marilyn.

It's all about his mother.

Yeah.

Yeah, he watches Rita turn herself

into a cheap Hollywood sex
symbol for men who just use her.

And he kills women who have
the same desire for fame,

who hang out on The Strip
and have dreams of stardom.

Yeah, but why doesn't he kill
the men who targeted his mom?

Because he blames her for believing them,

for abandoning him.

Rita left him powerless, alone.

And angry.

He dismembers them to
strip them of their identity

and remakes them into the woman
he most desires and hates...

his mom.

With each victim, he kills
his mother over and over again.

Ain't you a sight for sore eyes.

Damn it, Bucket. You scared me.

Where the hell have you been?

None of your business. Get in the car.

Seriously, what's the deal?

Get in the car.

Graham wants to see us.

Where's the party, Ray?

Hey, Papa Graham! Yeah!

What it is, man.

Strip.

- What, are you kidding, man? Come on.
- Clothes off.

Seriously?

Do it.

Just great.

I thought this was gonna
be a party up in the Hills.

Last night,

the cops knew where and when to hit us.

I guess I got a rat problem.

And I hate rodents.

- Boss...
- Shut up!

Brass balls on you speaking up.

'Cause I can't help but notice

the timing of your little disappearing act.

Look, man, I'm innocent,

- like a damn virgin, right?
- No, no.

See, you dipped out
because you were worried

that I would find out
about the cops courting you.

She goes to jail, but they don't
even touch you or your drugs.

You just walk away,

just leaving you sitting there.

You didn't think I'd hear about that?

I neglected to tell you that, but

I'm not a rat.

Two of my soldiers get face time with a cop

who ends up putting the
screws to me a week later.

I got to be honest. That's not a good look.

It's time to cut loose ends.

You're moving up.

Let's see if you can do better.

Hey, I can hear you breathing in there.

Open up.

Dianne?

Just...

Just go away, Jack.

What you talking about?

Paging you was a mistake, okay?

Open the door, Dianne. I want to see you.

Well, now you've seen me.

Could you just p... please, please go?

You're upset.

Well, well-done, Sherlock.

And... and I'm drunk.

Here, just have a glass and just go.

I... I'll go when you tell me what's wrong.

What's wrong?

I had an audience with Graham tonight.

Okay?

Well, good news... I'm the new Bucket.

Bad news... I'll be
washing his brain matter

out of my hair for the next week.

Now you know. Just,
please... just... just go.

- Dianne.
- Go away, Jack.

Dianne.

Just... just... just go, please.

- Just... just... just go away!
- Dianne, stop.

Hey! Dianne, stop.

- Go!
- Dianne, stop.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Shh. It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm not gonna leave.

You're okay. You're okay.

It's okay.

Okay, that's... that's...

That's not why I'm here.

Sometimes, I think I hate you.

Yeah.

Not because I don't want you

or need you.

Only 'cause I do.

Yeah?

You been hiding in here all day?

No, went out looking for Bucket.

No dice.

So,

Rolling Stone.

When will I be buying a
copy to read your genius?

You won't.

I turned them down.

I thought that was your dream...

Rolling Stone.

Why be a small fish in a big pond...

When I can just be me...

In a pond with you?

McClaren.

They only wanted the story, not my voice.

I want more.

You let me tell the stories I care about.

There's nowhere else I'd rather be.

We're a good team.

Who's that?

Your mother.

That's not her.

It may not be how she started out,

but that's how she ended up.

You're a liar.

I always knew she was no good.

Killed her mama day she was born.

Sins like that don't go unpunished.

You're a liar!

- You're a liar! Take it back!
- You look!

Look!

Now, I'm not the liar!

You remember that!

She promised.

She promised me she'd come back for me.

And take me to the movies.

Take me anywhere I'd want to go.

Just us.

I love you, Mommy.

Always...

and forever.

Rolling.

Marker.

Please state your name and age.

Oh, I... I'm sorry. Can we start over?

I... I'm just having a bad day.

What did you need again?

Uh, your name and age, please?

Rita Forrester.

And, uh, a lady never tells.

So, uh, let's say 29.

See? Not bad, huh?

Ma'am, please. The scene.

Miss Forrester, if we could continue...

I'm sorry, it's just my sweet boy is here.

He's my little good luck charm.

We always go to the movies together...

my date.

My little man.

He looks just like me.

You really should meet my beautiful boy.

Oh. Well...

Named him after one of my favorite actors.

I know you'll just love him.

This is my son, Cooper.

Say hi, sweetie.

Hi.