Wicked City (2015): Season 1, Episode 8 - Goodbye Norma Jean - full transcript

Previously on "Wicked City"...

This killer has made it personal.

Because of you, we can't
feel safe in our own home.

Now that the cops know that I'm alive,

we need to cover our tracks.

I have to make it look
like Jimmy had a connection

to Edgeway Upholstery.

He brought his truck to that auto shop.

[Voice breaking] That
monster took my Jimmy from me.

How do you do it, man?

You always kill it with the ladies.



That Dianne has so many layers.

Peel them back, what you will find

is an undercover police officer.

Excuse me. You're Detective Roth, right?

I've been looking for you.

I'm Kent Grainger.

I... I'm not this killer that you think I am.

I'm not this Hollywood Slayer.

I... I don't know what's going on,

if somebody's trying to frame
me or set me up or something.

You're... you're the only one

who can help me, Detective Roth... please.

Okay, look, I want to hear your story.

Why don't we head down to the
precinct? You can tell me all about it.



- Precinct?
- Yeah.

Emcee: Ladies and gentlemen,
Whisky a Go Go welcomes...

No, I... I don't have the answers.

- I... I... I told you I'm not... it's not me...
- Joan Jett!

- [Cheers and applause]
- I'm not the guy.

♪ Cry at night, no one in sight ♪

- ♪ and we got so much to share ♪
-Hhey! Wait!

Stop him!

♪ Talking's fine if you got the time ♪

♪ but I ain't got the
time to spare, yeah ♪

- ♪ do you wanna touch? ♪
- Yeah!

- ♪ Do you wanna touch? ♪
- Yeah!

- ♪ Do you wanna touch me there? ♪
- Whoa!

♪ Where? ♪

- ♪ Do you wanna touch? ♪
- Yeah!

- ♪ Do you wanna touch? ♪
- Yeah!

♪ Do you wanna touch me there? ♪

♪ Where? There ♪

Yeah!

♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ♪

Hey!

♪ Yeah, oh... ♪

[Horn blares]

[Tires screech]

[Horn honks]

Out of my way!

[Tires screeching]

[Indistinct shouting]

Woman: Easy!

Hey! Dude! Watch where you're going!

[Panting]

Stop! I will shoot!

Don't shoot!

[Breathing quickly]

Don't move.

Paco: I just don't get it.

We've been looking all over for this guy,

hunting him for weeks on end,

and he just walks into the same bar as you?

It wasn't by accident.

He was looking for me.

The question is, why?

I just got off with the D.A.

The case against Grainger
not exactly rock-solid.

Come on, Captain, what about all the blood

at the auto shop he works
at that matches a victim?

Matches the blood type of the victim.

It's a blood type shared
by millions of people,

including a couple of
other guys that work there,

so it can't be tied to anybody.

You've got no witnesses to the murders.

You've got no forensics
that ties him to the bodies.

Captain... you got to
trust me. This is our guy.

Just give me some time, and I promise you

I will turn everything
they consider circumstantial

into something concrete.

You got 24 hours, Jack,

but the chief is not gonna
accept any more missteps.

You got to handle it perfectly.

You cross every "T," you dot every "I,"

'cause if you screw it up,
whole case goes up in flames.

This guy thinks he's gonna play me,

but I'm gonna beat him at his own game.

I need you to find everyone
that's laid eyes on him...

The forger he used, Mallory
Kharchenko's roommate,

Karen McClaren... I need them
all to I.D. him as the Slayer.

And I got Dianne tracking down

the dealer she thinks sold to him.

We got 24 hours.

I'm on it.

If I tell you something,
you swear not to tell anyone?

He called again.

Let me guess...

Killer Kent wants us to
run that piece on the affair

to mess up the case.

You want to?

No.

It was actually my conversation with him

that convinced me not to...

Because I... I realized it's
a matter of life and death.

She's an undercover cop.

The killer told me that
himself, which means...

Which means that her life is in danger

if her cover's blown.

Exactly.

So it's... it's not
information I can just sit on.

But what do I do? Who do I tell?

No one.

Then my only option is
to go to her directly.

I have to find her
before I do that TV piece.

Yeah, she needs to know.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

[Sniffles]

Vicki? You up?

Vicki? [Knocks on door]

Vicki, I'm coming in, honey.

Hey, what you okay?

What's going on, bub?

Mm.

Is it Mitch?

Whatever. I don't care about him.

[Sighs]

You slept with him.

Do you really expect me to tell you that

when you don't even know

who your own husband is sleeping with?

That is no way to speak to me, young lady.

- Sorry. I just...
- No, no. Wait, wait, wait.

H...

[sighs]

How did... how did you even...

Does it matter?

No, but I really... I
really wish that you didn't.

This is between me and your father.

This has nothing to do with
you or how much we love you.

Did you kick Daddy out?

I wouldn't blame you.

Well, I asked him for some space.

But he's gonna come over...

[Inhales deeply]

... to talk to us about what comes next.

Only, he hasn't shown up yet, right?

Oh, he's probably just
running a little behind.

[Scoffs]

Mom, get a clue.

He's not coming.

You better make use of this
phone call you asked for...

If there's anyone out there
that gives a damn about you,

which I doubt.

You might want to tell them

you're not gonna be seeing
them for a very long time.

Stop me if you heard this one, Jack.

This serial killer walks into a bar...

[chuckles] Yeah, good one, Peyton.

Yeah, I'm planning on
delivering a punch line

he won't find very funny.

Where are we with anyone
who can I.D. Grainger?

Vice said aunt Bobby skipped out on bail,

probably running for her life
since she can I.D. the killer.

Yeah, and Mallory's roommate, Doug,

got some bit part in a
movie filming in Chicago,

something called "Risky
Business"... bad title.

Yeah, well, get him on
the next plane back here.

The killer came to him
impersonating an officer,

for crying out loud.

He's gonna be essential

in I.D.'ing Kent Grainger as our killer.

Will do.

So, there's no answer L.A. Notorious,

- but I sent a uniform down there.
- [Sighs] Okay.

We're gonna get Karen down here
and the guy that Dianne knows...

Whatever it takes to get this done.

Yeah.

For now, we interrogate him.

You need me in there with you?

No, I'm good.

I just don't want him
getting under your skin.

He's done enough damage already.

Well, that's 'cause he knew
we were closing in on him.

He was feeling threatened.

And he was right to be.

[Ringing]

Thank you.

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

[Clears throat]

[Chuckling]

Oh, you made it.

[Sighs]

God, I hate that you're
in there with that monster.

Ringing.

But I'm ready.

Just know that I love
you... always and forever.

Come on. Come on.

Whatever it takes, by the end of this day,

I'll make sure that you are free

and that Jack Roth's life is a living hell.

- [Receiver clicks]
- [Sighs]

[Receiver clicks]

Just my luck.

No one picked up.

This is shaping up to be a hell of a day.

Peyton: Guy's claiming
he's got nothing to hide,

even waived his right to an attorney.

Yeah, that's because he's guilty as sin,

and he probably knows calling in a lawyer

is gonna only help to uncover that faster.

Won't matter, though.

He's met his match.

Look at them.

I know you want
acknowledgment for your work.

Look... at them.

[Sighing] Oh, g...

It's just so awful.

I don't know how...

- Something wrong?
- No.

I just need you to believe me
that I did not kill these women.

Okay.

Well, there you go.

How about this one?

Miss Bennett.

That's right. Yes.

Thank you... Vera Bennett,

the kind librarian who befriended you,

until... well, you know...

you killed her.

Otherwise, how would you be
able to recognize her corpse?

I recognize her necklace
she wore it to church

every Sunday when I would go with her.

Well, you've got an answer
for everything, don't you?

Not everything. I... thought she
left without saying goodbye.

I never knew what happened to her.

No, she was brutally murdered by you

because she didn't love you
the way you wanted her to.

That is not true. That
is not what happened.

I cared about her, yes,
but I did not kill her.

Then who did?

Someone cruel.

Mm-hmm.

Someone deranged.

Maybe someone like my grandfather.

Your grandfather?

Okay. So your grandfather killed them.

Out of curiosity, just, uh,

what would you guess his motivation was?

Same reason for every
evil thing he ever did.

To hurt his bastard grandson.

He hated me.

Well, there it is, then...

your grandfather is the
one that's framing you.

He's dead.

Ohh. My condolences.

I guess we'll have to keep looking.

Maybe we'll get lucky...

and the real killer
will leave us a riddle...

to lead us to the truth,

like the ones he's been
leaving Karen McClaren.

Karen McClaren? No?

[Chuckles]

Come on, man.

The reporter girl that
you met at the Whisky

when you were posing
as John, the big mogul.

Okay. I... I... I remember her. I met her.

I read her articles, actually, sometimes.

She's... she's a really good writer.

[Sniffs, clears throat]

But I... I never saw her again.

"St. Jerome meets St. Monica."

I like that one... where
St. Jerome meets St. Monica.

That's clever, clever stuff.
You should take credit for that.

I... I... I don't know
what you're talking about.

I...

I... I really don't know much about saints.

I... I'm an atheist.

An atheist?

What about all those Sundays
at church with Miss Bennett?

[Sighs]

I wanted... to believe

there was something watching over us.

But after she went away, I just...

I couldn't.

Well, there certainly is no one
looking after you, is there?

I mean, you get framed

for a series of murders you didn't commit,

and then your house ends
up getting burned down,

along with possible evidence
that could convict...

Pardon me... exonerate you.

Now, why didn't you report that,

file an insurance claim for your loss?

No, I... I wanted to.

Uh-huh.

Oh, I... I... I wanted to,

but after my house was
set on fire a few days ago,

I've realized the police
thought that I was...

Their guy, this... killer.

And [Sighs] the public...

they consider me armed and dangerous.

I was worried that
someone would shoot first

and not give me the chance to explain...

or not explain it...

just to get help to
prove that I am innocent.

That's why I came to you
last night on my own...

to show you otherwise.

[Bangs table]

Come on! Stop it!

Stop denying it!

This is your chance to to claim your fame.

I mean, we've got more
than enough evidence on you.

The people who have seen you...

Mallory Kharchenko's roommate remember him.

- Officer?
- No.

Or your... your little
forger buddy, Aunt Bobby?

Karen McClaren, who...

Oh, yeah, that's right you only met once,

except for that evening that
you dropped by her house.

And what about the blood...

the blood that we found on the upholstery

in the drain at your place of work?

Edgeway?

Yeah, Edgeway.

You know, that place
that, uh, Jimmy Lovett,

another victim of the Slayer... I.E. you...

was last connected to before we found him

burned to a crisp in
your little house fire.

I know who's framing me.

I know who the Hollywood Slayer is.

You hear that, ***?

It was Dave, his co-worker

at the auto restoration
place the whole time.

Get me everything we have on Dave Keller.

And the transcripts from
when we interviewed him

and the Edgeway staff about Grainger.

You got it.

I know you don't want
to believe it, Detective,

and quite frankly, I don't,

but now that I think about
it, everything points to Dave.

He was always making
comments about my dating life.

I would sometimes meet
girls and get numbers.

He must have followed me,

seen the girls I talked to,
and doubled back on them.

Right, and murdered them out of revenge,

just to make you out as
a serial killer, right?

Well... and I know you're
the professional here,

but [Clears throat] I would theorize

that he killed them
because they rejected him.

Oh.

And didn't I read in the press

that the killer you profiled
had a military history?

Dave was in the armed forces.

I wasn't.

Weren't you?

Oh, that's right...
washed out in boot camp.

But even a couple weeks in the military,

you could've learned to tie those knots

you used to restrain your victims.

Which brings me to the other
hole in your little story...

Your lair.

Where you drained and
dismembered these poor girls,

otherwise known as Forrester Fabricators,

Granddaddy's old upholstery business.

How, pray tell, is Dave
Keller connected to that?

Come on.

I don't know.

Wait.

A few years ago... Dave fell on hard times.

I think he was gambling.

He lost his apartment, and
I... I let him crash there.

I hadn't been in years.

He must have never given the keys back.

You're a generous guy, aren't you?

Kill me... I like to give back.

[Door opens, closes]

Wilkinson needs to see you.

Karen: There's been a twisted fascination

with the Hollywood Slayer.

In the weeks since his
killing spree started,

tourism on the Sunset
Strip has increased...

people coming from all over to
walk in the killer's footsteps,

on his hunting grounds.

Some have even taken to calling this

"The Hollywood walk of maim."

And the Strip's venues

are capitalizing on the
notorious connection.

Its infamous tattoo
parlors are now designing

Slayer-inspired tattoos
for their customers.

And a local U.C. student is
getting in on the act, too,

selling these killer-centric
T-shirts from the sidewalk.

[Chuckling] Yeah! Oh, yeah, you want one?

But this is no laughing matter.

Whether you're new to this town, as I am,

or you're part of the fabric of the Strip,

like the cocktail waitresses
at its fanciest clubs,

this killer... he knows you...

Knows what you want, what you love,

and that's how he'll get you.

So be careful, please.

And... That's a cut.

That was great, Karen.

Making women feel like they
could possibly be a victim...

that's gonna land ratings.

Well, I... I hope it
accomplishes more than that.

I hope, if... if enough
people are vigilant,

we can stop the Slayer in his tracks.

That's good. Use that in the next segment.

Okay, let's get Karen back to base

for her quick change for
the piece at the Whisky.

After wardrobe, could I make
a quick call before we roll?

I can just find a pay phone.

Sure. Whatever you need.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

[Door opens]

[Cell door opens]

Jack: Ah, that's fine. Right there.

Thank you.

[Cell door opens, closes]

Have you found Dave yet?

Oh, I don't think we'll
be needing to do that.

You see, I know...

you're the killer.

And you know how?

Because I understand your need to kill.

All those girls...

they remind you of someone, don't they?

Someone very special.

[Click]

- Man: Please state your name and age.
- Your mother.

Rita Forrester.

And, uh... a lady never tells.

So let's say... 29?

See? Not bad, huh?

Ma'am, please. The scene.

One second.

The woman whose big dreams for her future

did not include you.

Oh, that's... that's not true.

She... she loved me.

It was all for us.

No, you don't believe that.

We were successful.

She only cared about herself

and her... delusional dreams...

... and her drugs.

Pretty pathetic in the end.

Don't you look at her!

... lost our way.

You're angry.

And you have every reason to be.

Who wouldn't?

But you don't have to
confront her anymore, Cooper.

You can confess and find peace.

Days, years, until we
ended up wrinkled and...

You can find Dave.

No.

Because no matter what you
think about my mother...

she loved me, and I loved her,

and that does not make me a murderer.

[Sighs]

Nor does changing my name.
I wanted a clean start.

Wouldn't anyone who came
from such tortured beginnings?

I mean, you'vesucceed at it,

after everything you've endured...

losing your mother.

How would you know that?

I had to do my homework
before coming to you.

Look into the man who was...
looking into me.

And that's when I realized
just how similar we are...

both losing parents at such a young age.

The only difference is
how you managed to move on.

Unlike me...

working a menial job, no next of kin.

You...

successful career, a loving family.

I envy you.

Is that why you went after my family...

because you're jealous of me?

Or was it because you always knew

that I'd get you and I would destroy you?

Why?

Why are you making this so personal?

I've done nothing to you.

You know what? Deny it all you want.

It doesn't matter.

I've got you now,

and you are never gonna be able

to get anywhere near the people I love.

Named him after one of my favorite actors.

You really should stay.

Oh. Well...

I know you'll just love him.

This is my son Cooper.

Say hi, sweetie.

Hi.

[New Wave music plays on radio]

Daisy: So, what movie did you
tell your mom we're seeing?

"Officer and a Gentleman."

I'll just get the lowdown on it

from someone who saw it already...

- Mm-hmm...
- In case she asks.

But look, all that I care
about right now, though...

Both: The Sunset Strip!

[Laughs]

I can't believe we're
gonna sing at a real club.

♪ Forget why you came here ♪

Hey, Oscar, have you seen Calvin around?

Not today.

Only people who've been here
been looking for you.

Really? Who?

Some girl.

Something about a photo of you?

Karen McClaren.

Said she's here on the Strip all day.

Okay, I'll track her down.

Who else was asking about me?

Some blond chick... kind
of a frumpy housewife.

Just wanted to know if
you'd be working tonight.

Apparently, you're popular with the ladies.

Jack: This is Roth. Go.

Jack, we found fly brand
coke in Dave Keller's car.

[Sighs] So maybe he's a user.

Yeah, but that's not all. There was a...

a piece of jewelry wedged
under the passenger seat.

It's a ring...

shape of a human skull.

Natasha... the girl that's still missing.

Yeah, and it's exactly like
the one that her family said

that she used to wear all the time.

Grainger must have planted it.

And Dave... where the hell is he?

He's M.I.A.

Luckily for us, he left
his car here, unlocked.

Look, Jack, he's got a record...

assault and battery, grand theft auto.

I mean, both things jibe
with our Slayer's M.O.

Look, I'm not saying that he's the killer,

but we really need to look into...

He's not, Paco.

Grainger was ahead of us at every turn.

You know he wouldn't
have come to me last night

if he didn't have an
exit mapped out, right?

- All right...
- Well, this... this is it.

Look, if... if Dave is
Kent's exit strategy,

we need to do our due diligence
to cut off his escape route.

All right, we need to bring
him in and question him

to confirm that he's being framed.

All right? Then we can dismiss him.

Well, get him the hell in here,

and before my time with Grainger runs out!

[Receiver slams]

[Sighs]

[Scraping]

[panting]

[Sighs]

[Vomits]

Let's face it... the
Sunset Strip is changing.

What with the new hard rockers

fighting for turf with the punks,

it's like the wild, wild west out here.

Didn't you just have a riot
at the Whisky last week?

Yeah, during that Black Flag concert.

People have always been
prone to bad behavior,

far as this stretch of street goes.

But this... This Slayer...

Well, he sure has been attracting them.

And with every new victim
out there that's been found,

more and more show up,

desperate to be part of the story.

Yeah.

Even me.

I've been a part of his story...

even gotten it out there for him.

Is that a question?

I don't want to do this anymore.

[Breathing shakily]

I'm not your voice.

I want you to know that,
John, Kent, Cooper.

I'm the voice of the
women you've killed...

Vera, Wanda, Emily, Mallory, Natasha.

And I'm going to make sure
they haunt you forever.

Yeah, you will. You put
that animal in his place.

[Static crackles]

Dispatcher: Any available unit...
report of a possible 187 victim...

Ocean Avenue and the Santa Monica Pier.

L.A. County is en route.

Contact is L.A. County Lifeguard...

Do you know who the patron Saint
of libraries is, Mr. Keller?

Sure. St. Jerome.

Bible study every Sunday.

I know my saints.

Believe you me... I'm
gonna be calling on St. Jude

to get me out of this mess.

Oh, yeah? What's he the saint of?

Desperate cases.

Mm.

Well, he's definitely your guy.

Tell me... how do you
account for the cocaine

that was found in the vehicle
registered to your name?

I don't... know how it could've
got there, man... really.

Though you have a record of drug use.

Well, yes, sir.

But that stuff that you found today,

that... [Chuckles]

It wasn't mine. I swear.

And this matchbook we found on you...

How'd you come by that?

You don't need to answer that.

Look, I'm a pack-a-day smoker.

Matches are just a means to an end.

Yeah, not when they have the phone number

of a girl who's been stalked by the killer.

Detective, people borrow cigarettes

and bum matchbooks all the time.

It doesn't incriminate my client.

Now that I think of it...

... I got 'em from Kent.

You think he's been trying to
set all this up on me?

Yes. We do.

- Paco: Jack.
- Yeah, yeah.

He must have been playing
you for a long time, buddy,

knowing he would need
a fall guy eventually.

- Jack, that's enough, all right?
- Contreras, come on.

The guy was busted for pot, not cocaine,

and it wasn't his mother
that died of a drug overdose.

And I'd also like to venture to guess

that your mom didn't have hopes of becoming

the next Marilyn Monroe, did she?

No. That is what is at the
heart of the Slayer's signature,

and that is just not here.

Well, it doesn't look like
you need me to defend you.

Detective Roth here is
doing a bang-up job of it.

What the hell are you trying to do, Jack?

You're gonna get the
entire case thrown out,

lose Keller and Grainger!

Yeah. We're just wasting time, Paco.

Nobody's gotten to Karen yet.

Dianne isn't answering my pages.

What's it gonna take to nail this guy?

We've got to find our witnesses!

But we've got people
working on that, all right?

You are the one that needs to
decide what's important here...

Stopping a serial killer or
taking down Kent Grainger.

Stay focused, man. D...
don't make it person.

He's killing young women,
Paco... people's daughters,

not a whole hell of a
lot older than my own.

It can't not be personal for me.

We've got a new victim...

decapitated female found
under the Santa Monica Pier.

Could be our missing Natasha.

The Santa Monica Pier... that's...

that's where they found the
second kill, Wanda Phillips.

That is why he got himself
taken into custody...

he dropped the body before
he showed up at the Whisky

to make it seem like he
couldn't possibly be the killer.

He used me.

Will you just let Miller respond?

- [Door opens]
- I'll accompany. Radio back with intel.

[Sirens wailing]

[Camera shutters clicking]

[Sirens stop, vehicle doors open, close]

[Police radio chatter]

Great. Diver's here. Talk to him.

Find out where Karen is.
We need her to I.D. Kent.

Don't let on that we
have anyone in custody.

All right. Will do.

Diver. We need to talk to you.

We're looking for Karen.

[Camera shutters clicking]

Jack: What do we got?

Body temperature indicates she's
been dead under three hours.

Well... if it was refrigerated,

that could affect your
time estimate, right?

Mm, possibly, but this cadaver,

unlike the other ones in the Slayer case,

shows no evidence of being
refrigerated postmortem

or drained of blood.

This... this is a fresh kill.

So it's not our missing girl Natasha, then?

She's been missing for over two weeks.

Then who is it?

And if it's a new kill,
who the hell did it?

Well, that settles it.

Our new Jane Doe was killed and dumped

while Kent Grainger sat
right here in this department.

And before we caught up to Keller.

Are you... are you kidding
me? It... it wasn't Dave.

And it wasn't Kent.

Not this kill, anyway.

I'm sorry. Does anyone remember
the Hillside Strangler case?

The trial is still going on downtown,

if you need a refresher.

We didn't realize until late in the game

that, all along, Bianchi
was working with Buono.

He had a partner, and so
does, apparently, our Slayer.

I mean, he drops the first corpse

at the same spot as the strangler...

Makes even more sense.

And that... that that phone call,

the one that apparently
didn't go through...

He was signaling his
accomplice, right under our nose.

Look, you're looking at
every piece of evidence

through your own agenda.

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

That agenda is to catch a killer...

who is named Kent Grainger.

Or he isn't.

Look, I don't know who the killer is.

But I know this... he's
made it personal to you.

He drug your family into it.

Now, Jack, you can't lose your objectivity.

He's got a partner.

And it's not Dave.

But I sure as hell am
gonna figure out who it is.

I did what I had to do...

for my family to survive.

[Voice breaking] Please forgive me.

Jack, I can't give you any
more time with Grainger.

Now, we've got this Dave.

He had time to commit the
murder of the new victim

before we nabbed him.

He had the ring of a dead
girl. He had fly brand coke.

He had the matches that
connected to Karen McClaren.

Now, I don't see how you're
gonna prove otherwise.

No, there's a way. There is a way.

Where the hell is Karen McClaren?! Anyone?!

Okay, I had officers go

to where diver said she
was shooting, on sunset,

but the TV crew said she wrapped already.

Well, then she's probably
back at L.A. Notorious.

Isn't it possible that it's Dave?

Just consider it.

No. I... I... I need Karen.

She can prove that Kent
Grainger is our guy.

Well, you got one hour, Roth.

One hour! Or Grainger goes free!

[Button clicks]

[Elevator bell dings]

I know where the killer left the head.

I found this at L.A. Notorious.

Ver: This is the place.
Goodbye, Norma Jean.

[Indistinct talking]

Jack.

Yeah?

It's Karen.

[Sighs]

♪ I saw him dancing there
by the record machine ♪

♪ I knew he must have been about 17 ♪

♪ the beat was going strong ♪

♪ playing my favorite song ♪

♪ and I could tell it wouldn't be long ♪

♪ till he was with me ♪

♪ yeah, me ♪

♪ singin' I love ♪

♪ I love ♪

♪ rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ I love rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ so put another dime in the jukebox, baby ♪

♪ I love ♪

♪ I love ♪

♪ rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ so come and take your
time and dance with me ♪

[Echoing] Excuse me.

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

♪ ohhhhh ♪

♪ he smiled, so I... ♪

[Echoing] You killed
Karen, you son of a bitch!

Paco: [Echoing] Jack!

♪ "That don't matter," he said ♪

♪ "'cause it's all the same" ♪

♪ he said, "can I take you home ♪

♪ where we can be alone?" ♪

♪ and next, we were moving on ♪

♪ and he was with me, yeah, me ♪

♪ singin' I love ♪

♪ I love ♪

♪ rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ I love rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ so put another dime in the jukebox, baby ♪

♪ I love ♪

♪ love ♪

♪ rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ I love rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ so come and take your
time and dance with me ♪

Reporter: These are the last
images of Karen McClaren

filmed for our station earlier today

before she was brutally murdered

at the hands of the Hollywood Slayer.

Hey.

Hey.

I lost him.

♪ Yeahhhhh ♪

The killer's back out there.

And, uh...

[Door closes]

And Karen...

Karen's dead because of me.

I'm so sorry.

[Crying]

♪ Ohhhhhhhhhhh ♪

♪ ohhhhh ♪

[Indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing]

- You don't think so?
- [Chuckles]

Yeah, it's good. It's fine.

All right. Huh?

I got a lot to tell you tomorrow night.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

Have a good day.

All right. You too.

Morning.

Partner.

[Latches click]

You two are so cute.

Zip it, Contreras.

I have a reputation to uphold, you know?

Oh, is that right?

Yeah, well, everyone still knows

you're a cranky son of a bitch.

Yeah? Good.

So, what do we got on tap?

[Sighs]

It's time, Jack.

[Sighs]

Jack: Can't believe it's been six months.

It kills me that we did not catch this guy.

Well, at least he hasn't killed again.

No.

You know, with monsters like this,

sometimes, there's a cooling-off period.

Fits the profile.

You been, uh, reading your
serial-killer handbook again?

Nah. Just learning from my partner.

So, uh, a cooling-off period, huh?

Yeah, that's right.

These two... they're just laying low.

They can't hold off forever.

When they resurface

and they go to make their next kill,

we'll be there.

Damn straight.

Let's wrap it up.

[Laughs]

[Sighing] Ohhh.

I miss L.A.

It's the first time it's been warm enough

to even eat ice cream.

Yeah, but in L.A., the kids
couldn't make snow angels.

Mm.

I love you for always being
able to see the positive.

And I love you.

Both: Always and...

All: Forever!

That's right.

Look at you! You've got
ice cream on your face.

Oh, my goodness.

That's better. Okay.

[Heart beating]

Deejay: Good afternoon, Chicago.

Finally, spring has
sprung in the windy city.

And we have a dedication to make.

It's Foreigner's "Feels
Like the First Time"

to Monica P., from her secret admirer.

["Feels Like the First Time" plays]

♪ It feels like the first time ♪