Absolute Power

Don't give up.

Oh, I never do.

May I?

You work with your hands, don't you?

- Redhead. - Luther.

Your life would be a whole lot simpler if you could learn to operate a VCR.

True. Truer words were never spoken.

What's that?

Here we go.

That is nice.

It's okay. He's not here.

Anyway, I told him that I was sick.

So you can relax.

Cheers.

I'll be right back.

You like that? Do you?

Oh, yeah.

So you wanna play, huh?

You okay?

How would you like that?

- You slap-- - Don't slap me!

You little bitch!

Alan, what are you doing?

Alan!

Alan!

Alan, you're hurting me!

I'll hurt you, goddamn it.

Alan!

You're hurting me!

Goddamn you!

You wanna be hurt?

I'll hurt you.

Ow!

You like this?

-Let go! -Do you?

You like that?

Goddamn you!

God--

- Son of a bitch! - Get away!

Get back here.

Get back here!

Stop it!

Stop it! Alan!

What are you doing?

Bitch...

...you wanna play? I'll show you how.

You fucking bastard!

You bastard!

You like that?

-Come back here. -Don't! Let go of me!

Bitch, you cut me, goddamn it!

Fucking asshole!

I'm gonna kill you!

Help! Help!

Help!

Did you kill her?

No choice in the matter, sir.

What am I gonna do?

Jesus, Tim. What do we do?

No choice in the matter.

What the hell was that?

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Do you realize what a shitstorm we're in?

Go on, tell me.

Nothing to tell. He screamed for help.

You heard no sounds of violence till then?

Nothing we haven't heard before.

- Maybe I should call the police now. - Oh, Jesus. What?

Bill...

...why don't you think about that?

Just take a second...

...and think about that.

Think real...

...fucking...

...hard.

Probably not a good idea.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Here's what happened.

Poor Christy...

...came home alone and interrupted a burglary.

Sound logical?

-Yeah. -Sure.

We have to sanitize this place.

Alan. Did you have sex with her?

I don't know.

Bill, you're gonna have to examine her.

-I'm no gynecologist. -I just made you one.

Christ!

I'll take that.

- It has both fingerprints. - Thanks for sharing.

Gloria.

Gloria.

-Did I kill her? -Everything's gonna be fine, Alan.

Just don't worry about it.

- Oh, God. - Now be careful.

Just don't get blood on you.

I'll take care of everything, okay? Just like I always do.

- Oh, shit. - What?

Madame's purse.

- Miss Russell, let me get him. - Thank you.

- I got him, Bill. - All right.

Nice and easy, sir.

Oh, my God!

No knife!

- What? - Where's the knife?

In the bedroom.

- Come on. - Get up there!

-Shit! -Shit!

Go!

Excuse me.

I got the number.

Gee, guys, maybe it was the bogeyman.

Don't forget to check under the bed. You may have buried us!

Look, I got his license number.

You think he'll sit around waiting for us?

Look, take it easy.

Everybody, shut up, all right?

What have you got?

Oh, boy.

Wow.

Two-way mirror.

We better get cracking on that license number.

That's all we've got.

He's got the letter opener.

Blood...

...fingerprints.

Jesus!

Think what he can do.

The man's a thief. A thief who witnessed a murder.

It looks like he stole a whole bunch of money.

I'll tell you what he's gonna do.

He's gonna run like hell.

They beat us by seven.

By seven?

Who'd have thought that?

Oh, Kate.

Kate.

Kate!

I guess it'd be a little late for me.

The jogging, I mean.

Kind of dumb way to start, isn't it?

But I did want to talk to you.

About?

The weather, actually.

It's getting cool in the evenings.

That happens this time of year.

I was thinking...

...of moving to a kinder, more gentle climate.

I thought I'd talk with you, since you're the only family I have.

Luther, you don't have me.

Kate....

You know what it's like to be the only kid...

...who got to talk about visiting day?

This move, it would be a permanent one, you understand.

We never see each other anyway.

We haven't since Mom died. That's a year.

Look, you chose your life. You had that right.

You were never around for me. Fine.

I have no plans to be around for you.

Kate....

Wait a minute. Wait.

You're lying, aren't you?

No.

Are you active again? Is that why you're here now?

No.

I don't believe you.

Oh, Christ!

Father, what have you done?

Christy Sullivan?

Wife of Walter.

Most likely came home, stumbled onto a burglary.

Some burglary. I wish my carpets were this clean.

I couldn't find a single decent fingerprint.

-Are you serious, Laura? -It's like Mary Poppins was here.

Where's Mr. Sullivan?

Sorry, Seth.

The entire Sullivan household went to Barbados two days ago.

Thanks for your support.

Oh, no, wait. It gets worse.

The shots came from here.

If she stumbled on a burglary, she should've been here.

But she was killed exactly where she is.

See, the blood patterns indicate that.

What is she doing here?

Looks like someone sat here, but I couldn't find any prints.

So you think old man Sullivan holed up in this chair...

...and watched his wife perform?

God, I hope not.

For his sake. You know, he's such a great man.

Be careful digging that out.

Looks like he tried to strangle her.

Then he went to the door to shoot her from behind?

He also inspected her vagina.

He did what?

Why?

Maybe he didn't remember that he did her.