The Laughing Mask

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You know it's a sin

to tell a lie Still you keep saying

I love you It may be true, I wish I knew But I'm giving

fair warning to you (maniacal laughter) Be sure it's true

when you say I love you (laughing gets louder) It's a sin to tell a lie Millions of hearts

have been broken - (sobs) No! Just because these words

were spoken - [Voiceover] Somebody help me! Help! I love you, yes I do,

I love you - [Voiceover] Help! If you break my heart I'll die So be sure it's true

when you say I love you - (sobs) Please don't kill me. It's a sin to have a lie

- Please don't kill me please! Be sure it's true

when you say I love you It's a sin to tell a lie Millions of hearts

have been broken - Somebody help me! Just because these words

were spoken I love you, yes I do,

I love you If you break my heart I'll die (laughing) So be sure it's true

when you say I love you - Help, help! It's a sin to tell a lie

(screaming) (blues music) Folks I'm going down

to St. James infirmary See, my baby there, she's

stretched out On a long white table She's so sweet, so cold,

so fair (electrical charge)

(muffled screaming) Let her go, let her go,

God bless her Wherever she may be She will search this wide

world over But she'll never find

another sweet man like me Now when I die, bury me

in my straight-leg britches Put on a box-back coat and a

stetson hat (electrical charge)

(muffled screaming) Put a $20 gold piece on my

watch chain So you can let all the

boys know I died standing pat Then give me six crap

shooting pall bearers Let a chorus girl

sing me a song Put a red hot jazz box

at the top of my head So we can raise

hallelujah as we go along (screaming) Folks, now that you have heard

my story Say boy, hand me over

another shot of that booze If anyone should ask you Tell them I've got those

St. James Infirmary blues - If I can't find you... Then I'll make you

come after me. - Hey Cordova, Chief's

looking for you. She doesn't look happy. - When does she? That woman needs

to get laid badly. All that pent up aggression. - Man, I wouldn't even

speak out loud about this, she really

hates you. - You know what all that

hate is, right? Sexual tension. (chuckling) Chief, why the long face? - The bastard did it now,

Cordova, he killed a goddamn lawyer. - She was a lawyer? - A crooked lawyer, but

very well connected. She was the commissioner's

niece. - Sh*t. - Yeah sh*t, and you have

once again proven yourself to be completely inept at handling the situation. All these kills since

JC, and we're nowhere closer to finding any leads. - I'll get Brock on it. - No, the hell you will! I want Kate on it now! Don't give me that look. You know she's the best. If anyone would want to nail

that bastard, it's Kate. Besides, it's not like

you can handle it. - Kate's damaged goods. She went crazy after JC. - Please, you've been gunning

for her position for months. Big shot womanizer. Cordova with a

woman Police Chief and another as his

commanding officer. (phone rings) Yeah. Crap, when? All right, send Brock

and Amanda. Kate is the lead on this. I'll have Cordova meet you

all down there. Damn it. Another killing. A hooker. - The Laughing Mask? - We don't know. Go figure it out. - On it. Rethink this Kate business,

Chief. She's nothing but a

liability in the field. = Kate. (country rock music) - So did I rock your world

or what, babe? - Or what. - You know what we should do? We should just take off

and fly to Tahiti. Enjoy the scenery babe,

you know what I mean? - No, no one knows

what you mean, Chuck. - Chad, babe. - Whatever. - So how many orgasms

did Chad give you? - None. Did you just refer to

yourself in third person? - I counted three, milady. - Being jackrabbitted

for five minutes hardly constitutes

as a good time. - Babe, come on, I thought

we were having a great time. - If you call me babe

one more time, I swear to God I'm

gonna f***ing shoot you. - [Chad] Come on babe, Chad is

purely awesome in bed, babe. - That's it! - Oh no, babe, no no,

no no, I didn't mean babe, I meant like a hot cougar. - Cougar?! - [Chad] Yeah! - Get out! - [Chad] I'm sorry. (phone rings) - Hello? Should I consider this

the end of my vacation? How am I possibly gonna

get to that crime scene? (helicopter whirring)

(police radio chatter) - [Brock] That's a shame

right there. - Quite a tragedy. - Now those are nice. - Damn it! - What's up, man? - They're fake. - Hold on, I could've

sworn those tits were real. - Check for yourself. - Checking for a pulse, Cordova? (whistling "Hail to the Chief") - Well well well. Look who it is. Was that really necessary? - Is your red Porsche

really necessary? - How was your vacation, Kate? - Long, boring, just

wanna get back to work. So what the hell happened here? - Well Mr. John Green

over there, one of those local hippies that loves to recycle sh*t,

he found the body around 1:30 PM. We have no eyewitnesses

and there's no security cameras. - Who is she? - She was dumped here

naked, no ID, no nothing. We sent her pictures

and now we're awaiting to hear back

the results. (camera clicks) - Cause of death? - Asphyxiation. No signs of a struggle. Signs of sexual activity. My best guess would

be auto-erotic

asphyxiation gone wrong. - (laughs) You see,

that's my kind of girl. She likes it rough. - That is so incriminating

of you, Brock. - F*** you, Amanda. - Ugh, come on Amanda,

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