A detective investigating a series of murders becomes involved with a woman who may be the culprit.

Frank Keller Sr.: [a poem by Frank's mother written in 1934 while she was in high school] I live alone within myself, like a hut within the woods; I keep my heart high upon the shelf, barren of other goods; I need another's arms to reach for it, and place it where it belongs. I need another's touch and smile, to fill my hut with songs.
[last lines]
Helen Cruger: Do you still drink coffee?
Det. Frank Keller: Like it's going out of style.
Helen Cruger: C'mon, I'll buy you a cup.
Det. Frank Keller: We should have tailed him. We fucked up.
Det. Sherman: He fucked up.
Det. Frank Keller: What's she gonna do, shoot me? We're in a restaurant!
Det. Sherman: Think you could go for a babe with a dick?
Det. Frank Keller: Depends on her personality, really.
Det. Frank Keller: Come the wet ass hour, I'm EVERYBODY'S DADDY!
Det. Frank Keller: Last time, she walked. Maybe this time I can get prints.
Det. Sherman: Yeah right. What are ya gonna do, Frank? Send your dick to the lab? Man, that'll be a hell of a story in court. "Well, Your Honor, first I whipped it out, then she whipped it out, if you know what I mean."
Det. Frank Keller: It's called making people feel good about themselves so that they'll cooperate with you and help you to do your job. You should try it some time.
Det. Frank Keller: Fuckin' WOMEN!
Terry: So the emcee asks, "What's the most romantic place you've ever made love to your wife?" And this guy's thinking, he's got a brain like a pea, but he's thinking, and he says, "In the butt!"