Jade

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Get the hell

out of my house!

Put that down.

What the hell's wrong with you?

Don't! Please!

No! For heaven's...

No. God, no! Please!

I'm gonna miss you.

I think you should canceI

your trip to LA.

I really do.

I will if you'll

canceI your triaI.

If I do, Mr. Murphy goes

to jaiI for 30 years.

He deserves it.

How could you defend

that son of a bitch, anyway?

Ever hear

of the Sixth Amendment?

He's entitled to the best

counseI he can buy...

I mean get.

You got it right

the first time, honey.

You have to

understand something.

Mr. Murphy doesn't see himself

as a son of a bitch.

He gives to charities.

He reads bedtime stories

to his kids.

You're breaking my heart, Matt.

Getting slow

in your old age, Gavin?

Thank you for inviting me.

It was Matt's idea.

It was?

He couldn't believe you never

went to a black-and-white ball.

I had other priorities.

Really?

Is everything Matt's idea?

You look beautifuI.

Thanks.

It's past your bedtime, David.

I love you, Trina.

Telephone call

for Mr. Corelli.

Mr. Corelli, there's a phone

call for you in the lounge.

Where's your phone?

Corelli.

What?

How?

OK. I'll be right there.

David, was it something I said?

Kyle Medford's dead.

What?!

Oh, my God.

I just saw him today.

You did?

Yes. We talked about the new

Matisse for the museum.

What happened?

He was murdered.

- It's a freak show.

- I'm not here.

- Who's in charge?

- Hargrove and Vasko.

- You on call?

- Yep.

You just hit the jackpot.

Hey.

We guess time of death

about four hours ago.

Want to look upstairs?

OK.

Get these people out.

They're stepping on evidence.

Black tie, Mr. Prosecutor?

Four separate cuts.

Two to the jugular.

Take a look

at this little goody.

Some kind of an African hatchet.

It's a fertility mask.

The maid says he collected them.

He was wearing it

when she found him.

The maid came back about eight

after seeing a movie.

She found him like this.

The weapon belongs to him.

It'll be tough

to show premeditation.

This is rage.

Make sure we get

some random blood samples.

Let's print the toilet.

Maybe he took a leak.

Or she.

Get anything in here?

I got some prints

off the tea set.

We'll wrap it.

It won't be a problem.

I'll send the ID tech guy

the prints.

The lab clear this room?

Yeah, they're done.

See if we can get

a hit this time.

Um... That bothers me.

See where he is with his work.

Karen?

Let's get these to the lab.

What are they?

Well, either he

collected pubic hair,

or he's auditioning

for a ClairoI ad.

We're all done.

Paramedics are finishing up.

- We're heading out.

- Right.

Don't log this untiI I say, OK?

- What is it?

- I'll tell you later.

Prints on the hatchet.

Perfect 14-pointers.

Do I get a warrant

on phone records?

His privacy's gone.

The media will make it

into a gangbang.

Everything goes through me.

You gotta be loving this shit.

I'm sorry?

Next year's an election year.

Good to see you.

Good to see you, too, Corelli.

Better bring Clifford

up to speed.

- What are you laughing at?

- I'm not.

Next year is an election year,

isn't it?

Is it? We'll talk later.

Yeah. See you.

- David, Mr. Wong.

- Mr. Wong.

Ask Mr. Wong

if he recognises this.

It was bought at his store.

It's good silver

from Chiang-Su in China.

Did he do the engraving?

No. It was done in Hong Kong.

For who?

It was made for a rich man here.

A gift from a beautifuI woman.

Ask him what this means.

It means jade.

Jade.

- Morning, HaI.

- Morning, Mr. Gavin.

Thank you.

Mmm...

See you in a couple of days.

OK. I'll call you.

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