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Now, Ethan, I ain't sure...
Don't argue!...And stay close... Maybe they're rustlers...and maybe this dodderin' old idiot ain't so far wrong...
Neighbors heard them screaming at each other for like two hours. It was nothing new. But, then they heard the gun go off. Both barrels.
Did the wife confess?
When the patrolman came she was trying put his head back together. She was crying too hard to say anything.
Why always like this? Only after the fact... this sudden realization, that if you shoot someone, or stick a knife in them, that person will cease to exist.
Crime of passion.
Yes. Look at all the passion splattered up on the wall here.
This is a done deal. All but the paperwork.
Did their son see it happen?
I don't know.
It's nice to meet you. My husband has told me a lot about you... except your first name.
Oh... um, William.
It's a nice name. William, I'd like you to meet David. David... William.
It smells good.
What? Oh, yes. I mean, thank you. Please, sit down.
I hear you and Mills were high school sweethearts.
High school and college, yes. Pretty hokey, huh? I knew on our first date this was the man I was going to marry. God... he was the funniest man I'd ever met.
Really?
Don't worry. I don't wear it at the dinner table.
No matter how often I see guns, I still can't get used to them.
You have a strange way about you... I mean interesting. I'm sorry. It's really none of my business. It's just nice to meet a man who talks like that. If David saw that paper, he'd say you're a fag. That's how he is.
I guess I won't be showing it to him then.
I was close once. It just didn't happen.
It surprises me. It really does.
Any person who spends a significant amount of time with me finds me... disagreeable. Just ask your husband.
How long have you lived here?
Too long. What do you think so far?
I don't know, with this case.
If you can, please call me. Please. I have to go now... goodnight.
I mean, you known this city. You've been here for so long.
It's a hard place.
I don't sleep very well.
I feel strange being here with you... without David knowing.
I'm sorry, I only...
Perfect example.
You have to put blinders on sometimes. Most times.
I don't know why I asked you to come.
Talk to him about it. He'll understand if you tell him how you feel.
I can't be a burden, especially now. I know I'll get used to things. I guess I wanted to know what someone who's lived here thinks. Upstate, it was a completely different environment. I don't know if David told you, but I teach fifth grade, or did.
He mentioned it.
I've been going to some of the schools, looking for work, but the conditions here are... horrible.
You should look into private schools.
I don't know...
Oh, Tracy... I have to tell you, I'm not the one to talk to about this.
I hate this city.
Well, I got up one morning and went to work... just like any other day, except it was my first since hearing about the baby. And, I... I felt this fear and anxiety washing over me. I looked around, and I thought, how can we raise a child surrounded by all this? How can a child grow up here? So, that night, I told her I didn't want us to have it, and over the next few weeks, I convinced her it was wrong. I mean... I wore her down, slowly.
I want to have children. It's just...
I can tell you now, I know... I'm positive I made the right decision. I'm positive. But, there's never a day that passes that I don't wish I had decided differently.
I'm sorry about this, Mrs. Gould. I really am.
I... I don't understand.
I need you to look at each one carefully... very carefully. Look for anything that seems strange or out of place. Anything at all.
I don't know why... why now?
Please, I need you to help me if we're going to get who did this.
Anything... anything missing or different.
I don't see anything.
Are you absolutely certain?
I can't do this now... please.
This painting...
What?
Why is this painting hanging upsidedown?
I'm a little thrown. I just got in town like twenty minutes ago and they dumped me here.
Since we're just starting out, I thought we could go to a bar... sit and talk for awhile. After that, we'll...
Actually, if it's all the same, I'd like to get to the precinct house a.s.a.p. Seeing how we don't have much time for this whole transition thing.
I need to start getting the feel of it all, right? Meet the people.
I meant to ask you something, Mills, when we spoke on the phone. I can't help wondering... why here?
I... I don't follow.
All this effort you've made to get transferred, it's the first question that pops into my head.
I'm here for the same reasons as you, I guess. Or, at least, the same reasons you used to have for being here before... before you decided to... quit.
You just met me.
Maybe I'm not understanding the question.
It's very simple. You worked a nice, quiet town, but you fought to get here as if your life depended on it. I've just never seen it done that way before, Detective.
Maybe I thought I could do more good here than there. I don't know. Look, it'd be great by me if we didn't start right off kicking each other in the balls. But, you're calling the shots, Lieutenant, so... however you want it to go.
Let me tell you how I want this to go. I want you to look, and I want you to listen.
I wasn't standing around guarding the local Taco Bell. I've worked homicide for five and a half years.
Not here.
I realize that.
Well, over the next seven days, do me the favor of remembering it.
I wonder what exactly was the point of the conversation you were about to get into?
And I wonder how many times Officer Davis there has found a dead man who wasn't really dead until Davis was in the car calling it in and eating a donut.
Drop it.
For now.
Who said this was murder?
No one yet.
Then, why are we wasting our time? This guy's heart's got to be roughly the size of a canned ham. If this isn't a coronary, I don't know what is.
When we found him, he was lying there with a knife in his back, so what else could it be but homicide? Except, I finally figured out... he held the knife behind him... put the tip of it in his own back and got real close to the wall... then he shoved his body backwards...
Please be quiet for a while, would you?
There's a bucket here.
What?
There's a bucket. Under the table.
It's a bucket of vomit.
Is there any blood in it?
I don't know. Feel free to look for yourself, okay?
You think it was poison?
Guessing at this point is useless.
You've seen my files, right? Seen the things I've done?
No.
Anyway... I did my time on doortodoors, and walking a beat. I did all that shit for a long time.
Good.
The badge in my pocket says "detective," same as yours.