I could see the glow from the corner. I thought the whole alley was on fire.
-What were you doing out here? -Delivering pizzas.
I like to use this alley as a shortcut.
Did you see anybody when you were out?
No, just, you know, the guy in the car.
I didn't see him at first. Too much smoke.
Was he still alive?
I don't think so, no. I mean, how could he be?
Handcuffed inside a burning car?
-Who is he anyway? -We're still working on that.
Poor bastard. Burned alive, that's no way to go.
Oh, hey, Cho. You scared the hell out of me.
I just found these.
That's careless of someone. Or perhaps careful.
STAGE DOOR
-What'd you find? -Not sure yet.
Cover me.
Why do I have to go up first?
Because you are always first for the show.
Girl.
Just because I'm the only one that shows up.
We'll be out soon.
We're not here for what you're here for.
Does this belong to anyone?
I guess it's true what they say, time wounds all heels.
These are my favorite.
I'm Agent Lisbon with the CBI. What's your name?
Glennda Snow.
I'm the emcee of our troop. We do a cabaret.
We found your heel in the alleyway.
Along with a dead man.
He'd been set on fire.
We heard the sirens outside, but we had no idea.
What were you doing in the alley?
Enjoying an ultra slim.
I always smoke a cigarette before the first show.
And what time were you out there?
I don't know exactly, 8:30?
The arson investigator says the fire was set sometime between 8:45 and 9.
Glennda was with us by then.
Yeah, that's right. She helped me into my garments.
I was. Who died? Who was it?
-We don't know. -Two minutes to curtain, girls.
If you'll excuse me, the stage is calling.
Hang on a minute. Did you see anybody in the alley?
As a matter of fact, there was a man in a parked car. Watching me.
-What'd he look like? -Couldn't see his face. It was dark.
I felt vulnerable, so I high-tailed it back in. That's when I felt my heel break.
Why didn't you pick up your heel?
In this dress, darling?
Time to welcome that Sacramento princess you're dying to possess.
The delectable Glennda Snow.
I think he's telling the truth.
I don't know. The other drag queens could've been covering for him.
I find it unlikely that a man in heels, sequins and an elaborate hairstyle...
...would subdue and handcuff another man and then set him on fire.
Oh, no. Oh, please don't. Please.
Then again he is very forceful.
And extremely limber.
MAIN TITLE
Car was registered to Archie Bloom.
Local boy, 19 years old.
Forensics requested dental records to confirm he's the victim.
Contacted the parents?
Sacramento P.D. spoke with his father last night.
Archie Bloom Sr. He's a local superintendent of schools.
-What do we know about cause of death? -Nothing till the autopsy.
Coroner found no cause to contradict he was burned alive.
-That's how we'll proceed. -What was the victim doing?
We don't know. The fire was set outside a drag-queen venue...
...but a dozen businesses open up onto that alley.
Archie could've been tied to any of them.
Sac. P.D. wants to help. I'll ask them to show the victim's photo around.
One thing I do know is we got a lot of fingerprints.
On the car. On the gas can. They even found a partial on the handcuffs.
Tracked the bar code on those gas cans. Came from a discount store.
-Bargain Emporium. -You and Rigsby check it out.
-Okay. -Okay.
I want you and Jane to go talk to Archie Sr.
He's gonna want to believe his son's alive.
-Careful not to build up his hope. -All right.
BACKGROUND CHECK BLOOM, ARCHIE
He's dead, isn't he?
I know he's dead.
It was his car, right?
We're waiting for a positive ID.
But you're moving forward on the premise that it was him.
Am I right?
Yes.
Thank you.
-You don't seem surprised. -I'm not.
My son was a victim his whole life.
Never a murder victim.
No, but it was my deepest fear.
That Archie would get himself into a dangerous situation.
-He was a troublemaker? -Exactly the opposite.
He was the target of troublemakers.
Soft, I suppose you could say.
That's why it was so hard asking him to move out.
Archie hadn't been living here?
We had a deal. I'd provide room and board while he earned a degree.
But six months ago Archie decided that college wasn't his thing.
So you invited him to leave.
It was a teaching moment.
-Painful but necessary. -How'd your wife feel about that?
My wife died when he was 6 years old.
It's been the Archies ever since.
The boy was nothing like me.
Why? Because he's gay?
I don't--
Was he? Is that what it says in your files?
-We don't keep files on gay people. -I mean, it's okay if he was.
I would never judge anyone based on such criteria.
But if he was, he never talked to me about it.
I have to ask. Procedure and all.
Where were you last night at 8:45?
Home alone. Working.
I'm writing a book on educational theory.
I'd like to take a look at your son's bedroom, if you don't mind.
Down the hall on your right.
How did you know Archie was gay?
Well, Archie Sr. named his son after himself like a king.
He was hoping for an heir, yet there's not one photo of Junior in the house.
-You think he's ashamed. -Look at this room.
Traditional masculine decor.
Bold nautical themes.
Like a furniture catalog threw up in here.
Yes.
These are not the choices of a teenager.
I think Archie Sr. personally decorated this room...
...in the attempt to butch up his gay son.
You should have seen my room back home. Posters everywhere.
-Let me guess, Hanson? -They wrote their own music.
Looks like Archie did hang something on the wall.
I'm guessing that was a photo of him and his mother.
-What's on his computer? -It's password protected.
I'll have to take the drive to CBI and run some recovery software.
Okay, you do that.
Thank you for coming.
The woman on the phone said you'd like me to help with your investigation.
We need to see if your prints match the prints we found at the crime scene.
So I'm a person of interest.
Yeah, you are.
Can I ask you something?
Do you always go out like this? In drag, I mean?
Whenever I get dressed, I try to consider where I'm going...
...who I'm going to see, and how I can blow them away.
Let me escort you to Fingerprinting.
A police escort. How could I refuse?
BARGAIN EMPORIUM
We keep the gas cans back here on Aisle 12.
Yeah, here we go.
-Those are the ones. -What crime were they used in?
We can't go into the details, but maybe you can help us out.
Have you ever seen this man in the store?
Archie? I hope so. He works here.
What did he do?
His car was found on fire last night.
-There was a body inside. -Oh, no.
-Well, was it...? -We don't know yet.
-How long did Archie work here? -A couple months maybe.
Know anyone who wanted to hurt him?
Yeah. Rick.
-Total douche. -Rick?
Rick Hughes.
He stocks shelves and quotes Fight Club.
He picks on Archie all the time.
Last week Archie had bruises all over. He wouldn't tell me what happened.
-But I'll bet it was Rick. -Is Rick here now?
In the loading bay.
-All right. -Take it. Couple more things.
-Rick Hughes? -That's right.
Let's talk about Archie Bloom.
-Who are you? His bodyguard? -Why would Archie need a bodyguard?
If you don't know....
CBI. We have reason to believe Archie was murdered last night.
For real? How?
-You tell me. -That's what this is about?
Come on, man, I never laid a finger on Archie.
That's not what I heard.
You heard wrong.
Trying to say you never hassled Archie?
I always hassled Archie, so what?
We worked together. But I liked him, you know?
Every time I come across defective merchandise here...
...I give it to him as a gift.
What'd you give him?
Stuffed animals. An apron.
What?
This was Archie's locker.
I take it he wasn't the one who added the decorations.
No, that would be Rick. Textbook homophobe.
My manager told him to stop, but guys like that....
If it was so bad, why didn't Archie just quit?
He said it wasn't any different at his last job.
He wanted to learn how to handle it better.
I gotta go back to the register.
-Shut the locker when you're done. -Sure, thank you.
Rigsby.
Hey, it's Lisbon. The dental records came back.
The body inside the car has been confirmed as Archie Bloom.
-That's too bad. -His father gave us an address.
If you don't mind, I'll get Cho to check it out. Archie worked in the store here.
I think I found a lead that I want to run down at the office. Okay.
Looks like the whole roll was taken. Call me as soon as you process the film.
After you.
Such a gentleman.
Men
Well, Glennda's prints don't match any of the prints at the crime scene.
I did background checks on the drag queens. None stand out.
Don't let them hear you say that.
Hey, you guys. I found some videos on Archie's hard drive.
They're inside a partition. Looks like Archie didn't want prying eyes to see.
You found something?
Can you play the files?
I think so.
Nice guy.
So it seems.
Okay, got it.
These look like they were created three years ago. Archie was in high school.
No, I am done asking. Into your room.
- Sit in the chair. I said sit down. - Let go.
Now, you are going to do exactly as I tell you.
Put your left arm on the chair.
- You're hurting me. - Stop whining.
Are you kidding? Handcuffs?
The latest educational tool.
Now, you are gonna sit here all night long until your homework is done.
Maybe this will toughen you up.
Wait. Pause the video.
Those are hinged handcuffs. Just like the ones used in the victim's murder.
I'm guessing this wasn't the first Daddy Dearest routine.
Archie had that camera set up and recording before they walked in.
Play it further.
Somebody help me.
Tactical handcuffs. Dual hinged.
The same make you used to chain your son to his desk.
What are you talking about?
Archie secretly videotaped it.
We found it in his computer.
You don't understand what you were watching.
Enlighten us.
Relationship between completed homework and academic achievement...
...is statistically compelling.
With Archie, aggressive techniques were necessary to keep him motivated.
You motivated him all right. Right out of college.
That was his failure, not mine.
A dropout doesn't look good on the Wikipedia page...
...of a wanna-be educational giant, does it? Is that why you killed him?
My own son?
Because the cuffs happen to look like mine?
-We found your fingerprints on them. -That's impossible.
Unless--
I suppose that someone could have stolen them from my office.
-Gonna take that route? -I know how that sounds.
You should consider a lie-detector test. It'll clear all this up.
-Happily. -Give me your hand.
Excuse me?
You said, "Happily."
Okay, just a couple of irrelevant questions to establish a baseline.
-What's your name? -Archie Bloom.
-Did you love your son? -Yes.
Were you ashamed of him?
It's an irrelevant question.
I already know the answer.
The truth, please.
Were you ashamed of your son?
Yes.
Did you kill him?
No.
No, I didn't.
So do you think he killed the victim?
He did. Or at least he feels like he did.
Hard to be certain.
Guilt comes in many forms.
-That's the best you can do? -For now.
-What? -Are you wearing perfume?
Right.
You've been standing close to someone that is.
That would be Glennda. She's very fragrant.
-You just called Glennda "she." -So?
You didn't before.
-I have to go. -Where?
I just had a thoughtless impulse. Or an inspired hunch.
I'm not sure which yet. I'll let you know.
-How you doing? Agent Cho. CBI. -You're not here to buy a book.
-Who died? -Archie Bloom.
"Something good will come of all things yet."
-How did Archie die? -Homicide.
His father gave us this address as his last known residence.
My apartment's upstairs.
I rent out my spare room to help cover my lease.
Hard to remain a viable literary watering hole...
...when the counterculture is free online.
Tell me about your relationship with the victim.
Sacramento is a place of wide lawns and narrow minds.
Archie came here to nourish his soul.
When his father kicked him out, I was happy to rent him a room.
-When was the last you saw him? -I haven't in a week.
He cleared out without leaving a note. Or his last month's rent.
Any idea why?
Was he in trouble?
"I have nothing to offer anybody but my own confusion."
-Kerouac. -No, Kesey.
Influenced by Kerouac. Common mistake.
No, you.
You keep quoting Kerouac.
An overrated bum. I need you to answer my questions in your own words.
Where were you last night at 8:45?
Hey. We caught a break.
-On the father? -On the co-worker.
Rick Hughes. He's 22. He was seen harassing Archie Bloom at work.
He's got two strikes for larceny, and check this out.
I found a disposable camera in Archie's locker, had the film developed.
-What's he stealing? Baby formula? -A staple in retail theft gangs.
Always in demand and way overpriced. Trust me, I know.
Archie was taking surveillance photos.
He must've been planning on exposing Hughes.
A third strike would put Hughes away.
-A motive for murder. -Bring him in.
I'm gonna hold the kid's dad as long as I can.
Okay.
OAK VALLEY CEMETERY & FUNERAL HOME
Sorry to interrupt.
The funeral director told me I'd find you back here.
Hello, Glennda.
Peeking behind the curtain.
Careful you don't lose your illusions.
It's a little late for that, let me tell you.
They prefer I go by Glenn here. And act like Glenn.
A funeral cosmetologist.
That makes sense.
Even a diva needs a day job.
I've always loved makeup.
But wearing it wasn't an option for a boy in Sacramento.
So I chose a career in death care.
What brings you to my laboratory?
I wanted to know why you lied to me about the crime scene.
And what makes you think I lied?
Well, I didn't, at first, I cold read you as a man.
I thought your theatrical mannerisms were part of the character you played.
I underestimated the extent of your transformation.
Three hours of makeup and a $4000 dress has that effect.
You become someone else.
You become a woman.
And women often act out a part in the midst of deceit.
They can be emotional or coy or seductive.
And I thought I had gender issues.
This is your last chance.
I want the truth or I call my police friends and they'll lock you up.
Glenn and Glennda will both be out of work.
What did you see in that alley?
A man holding a red gas can.
Pouring it over a car.
Was there anyone inside the car?
I don't know. It was dark.
And what did this man look like?
Like I said, it was dark.
You're playing dumb again.
I am not playing. I'm scared.
I have been a target my whole life.
I'm not gonna make myself a target for a killer.
-Did you know Archie was onto you? -Yeah.
-When did he find out? -Last week.
Off-loading boxes and I heard something by the dumpster.
I looked inside and it was the little princess.
-And what was he doing? -Dumpster diving.
-Okay. For what? -We throw away a lot of junk.
You know, busted chairs, old magazines, dead plants.
Archie said he needed to furnish his new room.
You assaulted him? So he wouldn't call the cops on you?
I'll tell you the same thing I told your cop buddy. I never laid a finger on Archie.
Although I did lock him in that dumpster for a couple of hours.
What?
Where were you at 8:45 last night?
In bed. I'm in bed every night by that time. I work the 4 a.m. shift.
So in other words, you have no alibi.
No alibi and your prints were on the gas cans at the murder scene.
-Wait. -Cans that poured accelerant...
...on the vehicle in which Archie was burned.
Of course my fingerprints were on those cans. I stocked them.
You stole them, like you stole this merchandise.
Killed Archie to avoid a third strike and 25 years.
That's it. I want a lawyer.
-Hey. Sit down. Little help. -You heard me? I want a lawyer.
What do you think?
All cruelty stems from weakness, and this one's a quivering mess.
Emotionally immature. Aggressively masculine.
He harbors childhood pain tied to bedwetting or some similar humiliation.
-Yeah, he could be our killer too. -You're not making this easy.
Hey, Summer.
Kimball, I need your help.
How fast can you make it to Glenbrook Park?
-Depends. Is something wrong? -Yes. It's a matter of life and death.
-What's going on? Who's in danger? -The puppies.
There's this adoption agency.
And it's so sad. The tragedy of these poor animals.
-We are so lucky to have homes. -Can we talk about this later?
No. They're about to pack up and I need to pick one out for you.
-Here, can I have this one, please? -No, no. I don't want a dog.
But you will when you see this pug.
-No, I won't. -He's just like you, Kimball.
He's all fierce on the outside and, like, softy inside.
And he's got this really squishy little face.
I gotta go. I gotta go.
Wait, hey. How about lunch?
I'm working a case.
That's perfect. We'll have something to talk about.
No, I have to find out where our victim was living.
Oh, come one, Kimball. You have to eat.
I'll spring for lunch. You guys owe me a paycheck anyway.
Look, I gotta go. I'll see you tonight. No dogs.
But I want one.
North Valley Shelter
The victim's address is 2 miles away. As far as we know, he has no friends.
And he was one step away from being homeless.
I've been hitting halfway houses all day...
...looking for a place he might have crashed. You're my last hope.
And your best one.
You know him?
It's Archie Bloom.
-You said he was murdered? -Yeah.
Take a minute.
It's okay.
Let me show you his room.
My name's Kelly.
I'm a counselor here.
I was assigned to Archie when he came to us last week.
Would that be when he left the bookstore where he was renting?
Is that what Gabriel told you?
-Archie was renting a room? -That's right.
Gabriel took in the boy because he was in love with him.
Only Gabriel's form of love involved bouts of meth and violence.
Here's his bed.
Did Archie tell you why he came here?
He didn't want to come. He wanted to work it out with Gabriel.
Archie felt rejected by his father...
...so the acceptance of an older male meant a lot to him.
But Gabriel was a predator.
-Which is how Archie got the bruises. -It was an abusive relationship.
It took a lot of courage, but Archie left everything at Gabriel's to join us.
-Excuse me. -Sure.
-Give it back! -I'll give it back when I'm done!
Hey, guys. Enough.
What is going on in here?
forever free Archie
My client, Mr. Bloom, has connections, and if you don't let him go...
...the next call will be from the mayor.
Sorry, but there are no special privileges.
Your client is a murder suspect.
Attorney for Rick Hughes. I'd like to talk to my client, please.
Hold on.
Cho. Cho, help me out. I am desperate here.
I got a lead.
-Which one? The dad or coworker? -The lover.
-What lover? -He's a new suspect.
Great. Just what I need.
-Who was that? -Will you take me to my client already?
Do you realize how long I've been waiting for?
Sitting looking at me like that, please--
All the great ones had some form of addiction.
Kerouac's romance was with Benzedrine.
On the Road would never have been written without it.
Oh, the literary detective. I had a feeling you'd be back.
Looking for new roommates, Gabriel?
Something like that.
You three, out.
Okay.
We have a warrant to search your shop and the apartment.
What for?
Evidence linking you to the murder of Archie Bloom.
Why would I kill Archie?
We read his journal. We know about it.
The sexual abuse driven by substance abuse.
-Crystal meth, to be exact. -Archie's journal was a writing project.
It's a pure work of fiction.
Not what he told his counselor at the halfway house.
-Take off your jacket. -All right. There's a limit.
Fine. Keep it on. Raise your hands so I can search you.
No, you're not.
In Archie's fictional journal...
...the bad guy kept something interesting inside his jacket.
-Crystal meth. -Okay, okay, okay.
For all your high-minded talk, you're nothing but a predator and a drug addict.
He's barely an adult.
When he threatened to tell the police, you killed him.
-Just like the journal said you would. -I didn't--
You planning on joining this investigation? We could use your help.
I'm weighing evidence in my head.
-Where do you want this one? -Rooms 1 and 2 are in use.
-I'll put him in 3. -That's it. Our stables are full.
Any more suspects, we'll convert the janitor's closet.
This is Gabriel Lamb's defense attorney.
Where's my client?
Lawyers in my office. I'll be with you shortly.
-Anything at the bookstore? -Crystal meth.
Some on the suspect and 40 grams in his apartment.
I don't get it. Got three prime murder suspects.
All of whom are guilty of other crimes.
Thanks to the evidence you were provided.
-Uncovered. Not provided. -Semantics.
Our best hope to nail the killer is to leverage our evidence.
-But which suspect do we go after? -Three neatly packaged possibilities.
The only way to know who killed Archie Bloom...
...is to convince the witness to talk.
We've got a witness?
Yeah.
Sickening, Shangela. Truly.
Well, girl, it's getting there.
Okay, and then after Shangela, I take the stage. Me, me, me.
And then I introduce Anita Mandelay for a little burlesque number.
Oh, my. He stops my heart every time.
-Hi, Glennda. -Hello, Patrick. Girls.
Well, it seems everyone knows me.
Oops, we're a close little group back here.
I'm the drag mom for most of these girls.
Starting out, it helps to have someone show you the way.
-What do you do for them? -Oh, what don't I do?
I help them figure out where to shop, how to dress, and who to become.
Nothing wows like vintage Madonna.
This is Miss Labelled. She runs a pizza joint in River Park.
-What did Glennda teach you? -I learned how to market myself.
Half off a large pepperoni.
If you bring in your ticket stub from the show.
I learned how to keep it simple and make it sparkle.
This is Fritta People. Dentist by day...
...devastating by night.
-Excuse me. What's your name? -Fifi Nix.
Fifi Nix. And what did Glennda teach you?
How to accept who I am.
Wish someone would show me that trick. Bravo.
So, Patrick, you didn't come all this way just to meet girls.
You're right. We have some suspects in the murder investigation.
I was hoping that you could come in and pick out the killer from the lineup.
I can't do that. I might make myself his next target.
Enough people hate us for who we are.
I don't need to give them added incentive.
I thought I made myself clear about that.
What you've made clear here is that you know how to celebrate what's different.
And Archie Bloom was different...
...and he was burned alive for it.
You have to go.
There you are.
I brought this for you.
Thanks.
You aren't going to eat it?
I'm not hungry. What are you doing here?
I came to fill out some paperwork.
A girl's gotta get paid.
-Right. -Yeah.
And I came to see you.
Hey, Summer.
-Hey, Teresa. -Hey, boss.
-What is that about? -Come here.
Are you ashamed of me?
I'm at work. She's my boss. We need to be discreet.
It's nothing personal.
I get it.
I just wish we could be open.
Like boyfriend and girlfriend.
We can. If you stop being my CI.
I don't want to stop.
I need this job. The money's right, and I like it.
It's the first grown-up job I've had.
All right, then. No more fooling around at work. Okay?
Yes, sir, Agent Cho.
On the double. Where's my money?
Come on.
Number three, please step forward.
-What about him? -Take your time.
No, I don't think it's him.
Thank you. Number four, please step forward.
I'd remember him. He's a brute.
Thank you, and number five, your turn.
You know him?
That one definitely looks familiar.
Is he the man you saw in the alley?
No. He's too big.
All of them are too big. The man that I saw was slender.
Well, we tried.
We did more than that. We confirmed my suspicions.
Glennda, come along. There's some people I'd like you to meet.
You two are free to go.
These sad specimens are the real suspects.
Not any longer. They're tainted.
Jane, do you have any idea what you've done?
I haven't done anything yet. Glennda. Meet the suspects.
Bachelor number one, a serial bully...
-...and a thief. -Is that a dude?
Bachelor number two owns his own bookstore. A drug-addicted sadist.
The best dancer in the world would look crazy to those who can't hear.
Who enjoys bad poetry.
Which leaves us with bachelor number three.
And the lowest life form of them all.
A father that rejected his own son.
Thank you.
You just made my attorney's job much easier.
All three of these suspects are equally guilty for lighting the flames...
-...that took the life of Archie Bloom. -They can't all be killers.
They can. I figured out who Glennda saw...
...in that alleyway the night the victim was murdered.
Yes. Archie Bloom.
The young man that doused his own car with gas...
...handcuffed himself to the steering wheel, and then lit a match.
If the victim took his own life, it exonerates my client of guilt.
-All of our clients. -Guilt is a relative term.
You three men drove a boy to take his own life.
He left clues to make each one of you a suspect.
What was the point? He had to know the evidence would never stand up.
Archie rigged it so if your clients didn't go down for murder...
...they'd each have to answer for their other crimes.
Charging Rick Hughes with theft. Gabriel Lamb, drug dealing.
-And Archie Bloom-- -Will walk.
-I guarantee it. -Where's he going?
Your client handcuffed his gay son to a desk.
-Wait till that video gets out. -You're never gonna work again.
It's just a shame a boy had to take his own life to bring each of you to justice.
Carl, get them out of here.
Such a nice face.
Why did he choose our alley to end his life?
Sometimes a dark alley is just a dark alley.
Well, they've all been processed.
That's a big haul today.
You solved a murder, you booked three scumbags, as you coppers say.
You should be very proud.
I don't think I've ever been so depressed about a case.
I can't get that kid out of my head.
You want some tea?
I don't think tea's gonna do it.
In that case, I think I know just the thing to cheer you up.
-Cabaret. -Jane.
Catch the late show.
Come on, I need to get flowers on the way.
Come on.
Oh, now who died?
Don't mind us. We come bearing well wishes and flowers.
Fifi Nix.
This is Teresa Lisbon. Fifi, these are for you.
I wanted to wish you luck with your new life. You deserve the best.
What new life?
-You gonna tell her, or shall I? -I have no idea what you mean.
Such modesty. Actually, I'm quite surprised you hadn't picked it up.
Fifi Nix?
Phoenix. Risen from the ashes.
Fifi Nix is Archie Bloom?
That's right, I was. Archie, I mean.
The suicide was staged?
Not at first.
It was gonna be real.
They talked me out of it.
Where did you get the body?
Here's hoping I look good in prison orange.
I stole an unclaimed body from the cemetery where I work.
It was destined for the potter's field.
-Watch the head. -Drop it.
-What's that? -This way.
Get the door.
-Oh, my God. -Come on, come on.
-My heel. -Don't worry about it. Let's go. Keep going.
What about dental records?
Well, Ms. Fritta People over there happens to be a dentist during the day.
Archie's dentist.
I x-rayed the corpse and supplied your department with the film.
That's how I met everyone.
Last year I was getting a checkup and I noticed traces of eyeliner on my dentist.
He introduced me around.
So you were all in on it?
We're suckers for heartache.
And that's why I lied about what I saw in the alley.
She lied to protect us.
How did you know it was me?
You're exactly what I expected to find.
I mean, aside from a little paint and body work.
What did you expect to find?
The victim we were investigating wasn't someone preparing to die.
It was someone that wanted to live.
So, what are you going to do?
Yes, what are we going to do?
And now we have a treat for you tonight.
The fiery creation who defies the laws of man and nature.
Drag babies, I present to you the transcendent, transformative...
...Fifi Nix.
-Is that a tear I see? -Yeah, right.
Just keep watching.