End Game

Why don't you take me to a

nice hotel for once, Alex?

(Alex) It's cheap.

And when they find your

body, they'll wonder

what's a beautiful girl like

you doing in a place like this?

Don't joke around.

You know I don't like it

when you talk like that.

Watch it, honey. You're

starting to sound like a wife.

God, Bea, you have such a beautiful ass.

I love it when you call me beautiful.

Why don't you come back to bed?

I want to take a few pictures first.

Pervert.

So,

tell me--

who's this disgusting old man

that I saw you with tonight?

What?

Remember what we said,

"Tell me no lies."

He's only my sponsor.

A sponsor?

Yes.

He pays for my dance lessons.

And? What else?

Sometimes he helps me with

the rent when I'm short.

Mm-hm. And what's this sponsor's name?

Why do you want to know?

Well, [dry chuckle]

I wanna know if he gets

you off the way I do.

For Chrissake, don't be disgusting!

All you have to do is tell me his name.

[sigh]

Bergman.

Richard Bergman.

Now was that so hard?

Now that we got that little

piece of business out of the way,

I got something special for you tonight.

You ever been handcuffed before?

No.

Mm.

It can be quite fun.

Does it hurt?

Yes, it hurts. I don't

think I like this.

Oh, relax.

[moan] How about this, you like that?

Uh-huh.

Does it hurt?

Yeah, it hurts.

Like that, baby?

Hm?

[groaning] Yeah.

Baby, you wanna come?

Yeah.

Oh, tell me you want to come.

I wanna come!

Tell me you want to come!

I want to come!

Come on baby, tell me you want to come!

I want to come!

[moans and groans]

Oh, yeah!

One last thing for me, baby!

Yeah?

[groans and whimpering]

Oh, yeah!! Ah!!

Oh, ohhhh.

Ahh, ahh.

Ahh. Mmm.

Mmm, that's it.

Oh, that's it.

[kiss and heavy breathing]

Was it good for you?

[deep sigh] It was good for me.

Mmm.

(male voice) Morning, Lieutenant.

For God's sake, cover her up!

Go get some coffee, guys.

What have we got, Thomas?

Name is Bea Fraser. 26

year-old from Oakland.

Died after midnight from

a severe lack of oxygen.

Okay. Burk's in charge.

It's his crime scene.

See you downstairs, Danny.

Say, Danny.

So what do you think?

It's the best-looking stiff

I've seen in a long time.

Can you explain to me

why somebody would want

to snuff a piece like that?

You might want to talk

to the manager outside.

He's in the hall. He's a good witness.

You the hotel manager?

I'm not the cleaning lady.

Detective Burke. I understand

you discovered the body.

You find all kinds of

bodies in this joint.

Old geezers, junkies,

players. Hookers. You name it.

A kid like this?

She was a good pick to take care of.

What makes you think

she was a working girl?

Think she comes here for the atmosphere?

You ever seen her around here before?

Nah. Nah, not this one.

So you didn't hear anything

last night, no loud noises?

Nothing suspicious?

That's every night.

You have my card. If

hear anything at all,

please get in touch with us.

Hey! Let's get this cleaned out!

I gotta rent the room!

Damn!

I got it.

I can do that. I'll be there. Thanks.

So what have you got?

The office contacted

the victim's employer,

we got a break.

She has a roommate.

Good thing somebody's

doing their job around here.

The hotel manager, he wasn't much help.

(Mayfield) Hello, Miss Peterlake?

Do you have any idea what time it is?

I'm sorry. Detective Bishop.

Homicide Division.

May I come in, please?

Homicide?

Yes, may I come in?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, come in.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You might want to sit down.

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

Your roommate, Beatrice, was murdered.

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