- Your last partner,
Detective Jimenez, I never met him, but I hear he left some
pretty big shoes to fill. - Let's get one thing straight. You're never gonna fill
Jimenez's shoes, ever! Jimenez was a good
man, better cop. Fill Jimenez's shoes? The tip of your dick
couldn't fill a bottle cap. ♪ Crazy, crazy ♪ ♪ Does his crazy ♪ Look at this mess. Makes me sick. - There's no way to stop
this kind of insane violence. It seems like no
matter what we do, some innocent fool is
always gonna get slaughtered and we're always gonna
be playing catch up. We're never gonna find
the guy that did this. - Tell that to his widow. (dramatic music) - And we're always going
to be playing catch up. We're never gonna find
the guy that did this. (woman sobbing) (dramatic music) - It's a weird one. Nothing out of place,
no murder weapon. - And no motive. There's just a couple
lying dead in the 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-
- Samuel, it's okay. He's the greatest sex crime
investigator in history. If it isn't Detective
Chuck Vaughn. - Detective Sally Ferguson. - [Sally] We could use
a genius right now. - Tom Samuel. - What have we got, Samuel? - Well, Vaughn, 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. He wanted to cross the
threshold the way they had on their wedding day. You dirty dog. He would have experienced
that pleasure right here. (pants unzip)
(Vaughn groaning loudly) Anniversary, the couple
was together for a while, wanted to spice things up. Check the date on
the photograph. - Vaughn'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. - Samuel, he's
the best there is. By putting himself in the
perpetrator's mindset, 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. You wanted to see
them, didn't you? You wanted to watch. 25 feet from the bedroom,
across from the kitchen. You didn't wanna see
their flesh yet, did you? No, he stood right here. (pants unzip)
(Vaughn groans loudly) - [Samuel] Oh, come on. (Vaughn groans loudly) - Role play gone
wrong, check the logs. - We've got a bloody fire poker! We've got our murder weapon! - Why do your revelations
require masturbation? - Why do kittens require milk? - No, not the same thing. - Hey, hey! He's the most brilliant
goddamn detective I know. Put your ego aside and
give Vaughn his space. - My ego! We've got Captain Pant Puller flinging his fluids all
over the crime scene. - Wait, he knew them. 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. (dramatic music)
(Vaughn groans loudly) There's our man. - All right, let's
go get him go. Go, go! - Vaughn, that was amazing. I'm sorry that I doubted you. Your methods are unorthodox, but I cannot argue
with your results. - No hard feelings? - No, not gonna do that. (dramatic music) Johnny. Okay, Carter. I can stay here all night. So why don't you and I cut
the crap and you tell me what happened on March 15th. - And what's in it
for Carter Finley? - What's in it for you is I
don't send you back to jail. (suspenseful music) (sighs) - The guy's name
is Cat Branchman. I met him downtown at a club
called the Clutching Kitten. You may have heard of it. It's down on the corner
of Hang and First Street. - Cat Branchman. So what's a guy like you
and a guy named Cat... (suspenseful music) Okay, I know what
you're doing Finley. You're just using what
you see in my poster. - I'm not Detective,
I'm telling the truth. - We'll see how
much truth you tell after a few weeks in
solitary confinement- - Fine, detective
you've twisted my arm. - That's better. - The guy's name
wasn't Cat Branchman. It was a Chinese
guy named Mr. Meow. He's the real gang boss. Story went he hung
guys from trees and took pictures of them. - Finley. - Used to run a club downtown. The front of course, called
it the Paw and Poster. - Finley! - Ran it with a guy
named Hung in the. - Okay (suspenseful music) Let's try this one more time. Finely, who do you work for? - Coffee, Mr. Coffee Coop. - Coffee Coop? - His name was Baldy
Tallman Coffee Coop. - Now you're just
talking about me. Finely, I'm gonna give
you one more chance. Who is in charge? - His name was Angryman. The warehouse is
located in the diploma for being a detective. - I want a name. - Justin. - Thank you. - Hangtree. - Don't say hang. Goddammit, do not say hang. - Hang. - Nope. - Hangman Justincat. - Finely! - Poster. - Do not say poster or cat. - Cat poster. - Okay, that's it. I'm losing my patients. Winslow, get this
moron outta here. (suspenseful music) I'm losing my patients. Let's try this one more time. Getting too old for this (beep) (suspenseful music) - Well played detective. Well played indeed. - Hey Carter, you hang in there. (dramatic music) Hello, you must be
Detective Hobbs. I am your new
partner, Joshua Taye. You last partner,
Detective Jimenez. I never met him, but I hear
he left some pretty big shoes to fill. - Let's get one thing straight. You're never gonna fill
Jimenez's shoes, ever! Jimenez was a good man. Better cop. Fill Jimenez's shoes? The tip of your dick
couldn't fill a bottle cap. - I'm very sorry if
that came out wrong. I'm sure Jimenez
was a great cop. - The best! - Okay. So these prostitute murders, seems like a serial killer. - Could be. - I actually worked
out a theory. - I don't give a hobo's
hat about your theory. You think Jimenez
worked off of theories, like some kind of a
needle-dick Charles Darwin? Not on your ass. Jimenez always shot
straight from the dick. You think you're Jimenez? - Absolutely not. You're goddamn
right, you're not. - I just said I'm- - Jimenez would
have busted 20 perps in the time it'd take you to
pull up your pants off your itsy-bitsy, teeny weenie,
yellow polka-dot, ba-pee-pee. Two daughters raising
them on his own. You want that job, huh? Mr. Babydick? - What is going on? - You wanna be their daddy? - No. You know what, I think we
got off on the wrong foot. - Not Jimenez. Jimenez got off
on the right foot every goddamn day
of his goddamn life. That's more than I can say for
your pebble-penis having ass. - [Joshua] What? - Jimenez wanna be? - I can assure you I
don't wanna be Jimenez. - Why not? What's wrong with Jimenez? - There's nothing
wrong with Jimenez. - Then why wouldn't you
want to be like him? - I don't know, you said- - Smurf pecker! - Okay, I'm out. I can't make this work. (dramatic music) - Jimenez would've made it work. (dramatic music) Come back from
Florida soon, Jimenez. (dramatic music) (snaps) - First things first, I do not care that you're
a multi-platinum selling rapper, Gun Rack. What I care about
is that I 100% know that you murdered
Darnell Simmons. So, you better start talking. (suspenseful music) - Yeah, but you
ain't got nothing. - You know, I'm actually
very glad that you said that. Because I respectfully,
I beg to differ. ♪ I killed Darnell ♪ ♪ Yeah I shot him with my nine ♪ ♪ I shot him nine times ♪ ♪ 9:00 pm on the dime ♪ ♪ And by the way it
was November 9th ♪ (suspenseful music) - That don't mean nothing. I got a vivid imagination. I couldn't have shot Darnell, I was at my cousin's
birthday party. Red Lobster, November 9th. - At Red Lobster? - [Gun Rack] Mh-hm - Geez, I gotta
tell you, Gun Rack. I find that really
hard to believe. ♪ I got an alibi ♪ ♪ Birthday, Red Lobster ♪ ♪ When in reality I shot
Darnell like a monster ♪ ♪ It's a lie ♪ ♪ Anyone can tell this ♪ ♪ If you know about my
allergy to all shellfish ♪ Just confess, Gun Rack. - I confess that shellfish
is the only thing that rhymes with (indistinct) It's just words. Thought that they're
nouns, adjectives. They just happen to
be in a dope order but, you ain't got no proof. ♪ Shot up Darnell
with a long ass gun ♪ ♪ And tossed it in
to the aquarium ♪ I have no idea what
that object is. If I had to Identify it
I would call it a gun of the long ass variety. Some seaweed in there too. Look, Detective, I hate
to break it to you, I ain't kill nobody. ♪ Stroke my chin real
slow when I'm lying ♪ ♪ And I was laughing super
hard as Darnell was dying ♪ - The name of the album is
"I Killed Darnell Simmons". - It's a concept album. - A concept? That's a picture of
you, a picture of you. And behind you is
Darnell Simmon's body! (suspenseful music) - Coincidence. - You're going away for a
long time, you understand? You're gonna confess, if it's
the last thing you ever do, you hear me, Gun Rack? I'll beat it outta you!
- Jones! - I'll beat it outta you!
- Jones! - He's free to go. - What, no, no, no, no, no. We have everything we need. - No, it was
Simmon's girlfriend. She just confessed
to the whole thing. Infidelity, crime of passion. Let's go Mr. Rack (suspenseful music) ♪ Bonus track, bonus track ♪ ♪ I got a ride or die bitch
I think you get the gist ♪ ♪ And when you let me out I'm
gonna blow a little kiss ♪ ♪ This is my confession ♪ ♪ Admissible in court ♪ ♪ I killed Darnell
Simmons for sport ♪ ♪ That's right, I'm a
murderer come get me ♪ ♪ And if you come down
the hall you can get me ♪ - [Gun Rack] Okay, okay,
you got me, you got me. Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa! Damn, damn, damn, chill, ow, ow! (banging)
