[indistinct chatter over police radio]
[camera shutter clicks]
- IT'S A WEIRD ONE-- NOTHING OUT OF PLACE,
NO MURDER WEAPON. - AND NO MOTIVE.
THERE'S JUST A COUPLE LYING DEAD IN THEIR BED.
- THE PROOF IS ALWAYS OUT THERE, DETECTIVES.
YOU JUST HAVE TO KNOW WHERE TO FIND THE PUDDING.
- EXCUSE ME, SIR, YOU CAN'T BE HERE--THIS IS A CRIME SCENE.
- SAMWELL, IT'S OKAY.
HE'S THE GREATEST SEX-CRIME INVESTIGATOR IN HISTORY.
IF IT ISN'T DETECTIVE CHUCK VAUGHAN.
- DETECTIVE SALLY FERGUSON.
- WE COULD USE A GENIUS RIGHT NOW.
- TOM SAMWELL.
- WHAT HAVE WE GOT, SAMWELL?
- WELL, VAUGHAN, WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A HARD CASE HERE.
ALL WE'VE GOT IS-- - TWO BODIES, BOTH DEAD, NAKED--
ONE MAN, ONE WOMAN IN THE BED,
TWO SCENTED CANDLES BY THE NIGHTSTAND.
- HOW DID YOU-- - SHH.
- NO SIGN OF FORCED ENTRY.
HE LOVED THE WAY THEY SMELLED.
[sniffing]
HE WANTED TO CROSS THE THRESHOLD
THE WAY THEY HAD ON THEIR WEDDING DAY.
[sighs] YOU DIRTY DOG.
[chuckles]
HE WOULD'VE EXPERIENCED THAT PLEASURE RIGHT HERE.
[pants unzip] [groaning loudly]
ANNIVERSARY--THE COUPLE WAS TOGETHER FOR A WHILE,
WANTED TO SPICE THINGS UP.
CHECK THE DATE ON THE PHOTOGRAPH.
- VAUGHAN'S RIGHT.
TODAY WAS THEIR 15TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.
THIS IS HUGE.
- AND WHAT THE [bleep] WAS THAT?
YOU JUST PULLED YOUR DICK OUT
AND STARTED JERKING OFF AT THE CRIME SCENE.
- SAMWELL, HE'S THE BEST THERE IS.
BY PUTTING HIMSELF IN THE PERPETRATOR'S MIND-SET,
HE'S ABLE TO SOLVE CRIMES THAT INVOLVE SEX.
BAG THIS UP.
- SOME CALL IT A BLESSING.
IT'S MORE LIKE A CURSE.
- IS THAT WHAT IT FEELS LIKE?
- [sniffing]
THREESOME.
[sighs]
YOU WANTED TO SEE THEM, DIDN'T YOU?
YOU WANTED TO WATCH.
25 FEET FROM THE BEDROOM,
ACROSS THE KITCHEN, YOU...
[huffing]
YOU DIDN'T WANT TO SEE THEIR FLESH YET, DID YOU?
NO. HE STOOD RIGHT HERE.
[pants unzip] [groaning loudly]
ROLE PLAY GONE WRONG.
CHECK THE LOGS.
- WE'VE GOT A BLOODY FIRE POKER.
WE'VE GOT OUR MURDER WEAPON.
- UM, WHY DO YOUR REVELATIONS
REQUIRE MASTURBATION?
- WHY DO KITTENS REQUIRE MILK?
- NOPE, NOT THE SAME THING. - HEY.
HEY, HE'S THE MOST BRILLIANT GODDAMN DETECTIVE I KNOW.
PUT YOUR EGO ASIDE AND GIVE VAUGHAN HIS SPACE.
- MY EGO? WE GOT CAPTAIN PUDPULLER
FLINGING HIS FLUIDS ALL OVER THE CRIME SCENE.
- WAIT.
HE KNEW THEM.
HE--
THEY WERE CLOSE, SO CLOSE, TOO CLOSE.
HE--HE...
I THINK HE KNEW THE HOUSE.
WHY?
WHAT DID YOU WANT, YOU SICK BASTARD?
YOU WANTED TO SEE...
WHAT HE SAW EVERY DAY...
ONLY CLOSER...
CLOSER.
HE WAS CLOSE TO HOME.
[groaning loudly]
THERE'S OUR MAN.
- ALL RIGHT, LET'S GO GET HIM.
GO, GO! - HOW DID YOU--
VAUGHAN, THAT WAS AMAZING.
I'M SORRY THAT I DOUBTED YOU.
YOUR METHODS ARE UNORTHODOX, BUT...
I CANNOT ARGUE WITH YOUR RESULTS.
[zipper closes]
- NO HARD FEELINGS?
- UH, NO, NOPE, NOT GONNA DO THAT.