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that's not 5 feet

away from you.

You don't see

very well.

Ralph, come.

Come on.

Hey, Miss Brody?

Why did you ask for me?

I liked the sound

of your voice.

Hey, John.

Who put all this sh*t

on my desk?

Ridgely's

having his breakfast.

Ridge?

Get your sh*t off

the lieutenant's desk...

would you?

You know, I didn't

dream that guy up.

He was there.

The police are checking

into it, right?

That's what they say.

They acted like

I was an incompetent.

Just explain to them.

He acted like

I was an idiot.

I never used to care

what people thought.

I'm sorry.

Are you telling me that

what other people think...

is who you really are?

The last time I looked...

I was a little girl,

and l... I...

I blink... and I look

like my mother.

I look like her.

You're not her.

You're not what

that cop thinks.

You're...

you're very attractive.

Don't you see that?

Don't you see

anything beautiful?

I have no idea

what beautiful is.

Uh... music's beautiful...

but the things that I see...

they make my head hurt...

and my heart.

Maybe you should be glad.

Most people are numb...

by the time

they reach your age.

I would love to be numb

for a while.

No. You wouldn't,

Emma, believe me.

You wouldn't.

All right, all right.

Give us some room, guys.

Yes, sir.

Sorry to f*** up

your date.

I told her

to wait for me.

"Relax in a nice

hot bath," I said.

This ain't no crackhead.

This girl's got folks.

No, no. That's

actually what I said.

What was her name?

Her name

was Valerie Wheaton.

The landlord Cuchetto

found her.

Her boss called,

worried...

she hadn't shown up

at work for 2 days.

We got jimmy marks on

the fire escape window...

which suggest

the offender...

accessed

the apartment here.

There was a struggle

in the front room...

he strangled her,

then he raped her.

The disarray suggests that

he dragged her body here...

postmortem.

Just like Nina Getz.

Looks like she found God

in the same jewelry box.

Why do you suppose...

he slashes their wrists

after they're dead?

Because he's suicidal...

no, his mother's suicidal.

How the hell

should I know?

All right, miss, I'm going

to make this quick.

Who did this to you, hmm?

Not talking?

All right.

It's your funeral.

You're

a sick bastard, John.

Pull that over.

She's a stinker.

Yeah,

what else is new?

See this?

Police!

Hi, I'm

Detective Hallstrom...

She's dead, right?

Yes, she is, uh...

do you mind if I ask you

a few questions?

Come in.

What's with the candles?

You expecting someone?

No, they're just

easier on my eyes.

I can turn on the light

if you want.

Is there anything else

you can tell me...

about Valerie Wheaton?

No. I never really

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