you don't know about me, Sean.
Miss McGraw.
To what do we owe this displeasure?
Step away from the counter, Christian.
Oh, we don't play those kinds of games anymore, sweetheart.
What are you doing here?
Step away from the counter and put your hands behind your head.
Now!
Hey. Hold on a second.
What the hell's going on?
Christian Troy, you are under arrest or the murder of Rhea Reynolds.
You have the right to remain silent.
The most important thing is to not let word of this get out.
To anyone. The press gets wind of his arrest,
business will suffer. Agreed?
Sure. Fine. Everything's back to normal then.
How can you be so blithe, Sean?
Look, the cops can't arrest anyone for a crime like this
unless they have serious evidence, right?
I'd be willing to bet Kit had Christian arrested just to get back at him.
Do you think she'd actually go that far just because she was dumped?
That bitch? Hell yeah.
Liz, you don't really think Christian is the carver, do you?
People who knew Ted Bundy thought he was a hell of a guy.
He was college educated, very charming, good with the ladies.
And then you find out he strangled them after biting their nipples off.
Being charming and screwing a lot of women does not make you a serial killer.
I know, Sean. I am just playing devil's advocate.
I've known Christian for 20 years.
For the better part of that time we've spent 14 hours a day together.
I could tell you almost every detail of his life,
from how many cavities he has to what he keeps in his sock drawer.
I know him like he's a part of me.
And I know there's no way in hell he did what he's being accused of.
You knew him for 20 years, and you never would have imagined he was Matt's father, either.
You know what we call the ones who fall asleep in here?
Guilty.
You see, an innocent man, he's terrified at this point.
He's thinking that maybe he'll never see his family and friends again.
He's thinking that maybe he'll get raped in prison.
An innocent man won't sleep because he's too anxious.
A guilty man, he figures he's been caught.
He can finally stop running and get some sleep.
14 hour in this place without even a cup of coffee,
and Gandhi would become a narcoleptic.
Can I offer you something to drink, then? We might be here a while.
I don't think so.
You proved your point. You're pissed you got dumped. I get it.
But I'm done playing.
If I'm not home by 10:00 and deep into a beer and some chinese food,
I'll have my lawyer sue you for defamation of character, false arrest
and, if possible, being a royal bitch.
You're under arrest for murder, Christian.
This isn't a game.
If you're so sure that I'm the carver, what's there to talk about? Hmm?
You just want to torture me.
Actually, I'm here to help you.
Help me?
With your confession.
Oh.
Give it to me, and I'll work with the D.A. to waive the death penalty.
You've hurt enough people, Christian.
Spare the ones you love and confess your crimes.
What the hell are you talking about?
Kimber and I had a nice chat several hours ago.
You're wasting my time. I'm not answering your questions, Kit.
After all the intimacy we've shared?
What do you have to hide from me now, Kimber?
Of course, I should remind you that anything you say in here is on the record.
Lying would only implicate you in Christian's crimes.
Christian isn't a murderer. You know that. This is all entrapment.
You mean because we slept together?
Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but I was undercover.
We're some sort of assignment to you?
You really are a sick, twisted person.
The truth is, if you want to catch a deviant killer,
you have to get close enough to watch him work.
As I recall, you're the deviant one.
Interesting judgment, coming from someone who makes her living as a whore.
All that sex desensitizes you after a while, doesn't it?
You start needing more and more kinkiness to get off.
Bondage, role playing, masochistic behavior.
Anything to keep upping