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You want to know|all about me, don't you?
Well, let's see, now.
The first time I was in love|was June, 1975, in Boca Raton.
Her name was Coty Pierce.
and they were in love with me.
They just didn't know it.
No one did.
I lived with them all that June.
I don't understand.
I lived in the attic.|I was watching.
And then I decided|to declare myself...
and show them|how much they loved me.
Coty was honored.
She kissed me back.
And then Karrie.
And finally that night...
Just a little pinprick. There.
That's it.|Now watch and listen.
Good. Knock it back.|Knock it back.
Good, but you gotta remember...
You gotta keep running.|That's it. That's my boy.
Good. Bring it over.|Right hand. Good.
I don't want you to fall on your|face 'cause you missed that jab.
Power comes from leverage|and technique.
You paying attention?
I gotta go, guys...
so you pair off|and hit the heavy bag.
Three rounds each. Go.
How long has she been inside?
I'm on my way.
ages 48 and 42.
The neighbors|are saying the usual.
They were divorced,|they were married...
they were separated,|they were reconciled...
or in the process of.
His idea or her idea.|No one has a clue.
All I know is that's Edmond,|and Dianne's in the bedroom.
Stupid fucking bitch!
He had|a .38 Smith&Wesson registered.
Look like a .38 to you?
You want a vest?
I don't think I'll need one.
This is Alex Cross, D.C.P.D.|I need to talk to you. OK?
Dianne, I'm gonna open the door.|All right?
I'm gonna open it now.
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
Please. Please, Dianne.
and it stays|between me and you, OK?
Could you take the gun|out of your mouth, please?
Look, it's just as effective|if you put it to your temple.
What sort of policeman are you?
I'm a forensic psychologist.
It's a fancy way of saying...
I'm a guy who walks|into a room like that...
and determines|the hows and whys.
Then you don't need|to hear from me.
No, no, I don't,|but I need for you...
For instance, did Edmond|often beat you after he drank?
And the turtleneck|you're wearing...
is that to hide bruises?
Do you often have to hide marks|that he put on your body?
he hit me...
and I swore|it was the last time.
and then he suckers me back.
You know what I think, Dianne?
I think you did|what you had to do.
Look, is it all right|if I come a little closer?
As I see it, we have to get|photographs of your bruises.
I know at least a half a dozen|top-notch lawyers.
They specialize|in battered women's defenses.
The point is, Dianne,|if you pull the trigger...
no one will ever know|the truth.
Can I have it?
Samp. What are you|doing here? Doughnut raid?
Alex, hold on.|Look, uh, May's inside.
- We got a call from Durham.|- Durham?
Naomi's missing. Come on.
What do you mean "missing"?
They called May this afternoon|from the law school.
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