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Hey!

What is that?

You know, in case you didn't eat.

Big trial starting today and all.

Come on, it's your favorite drink.

It's got yogurt and wheat germ and tofu and

egg shells and...

some kind of grass trimmings.

I am trying a major murder case

in front of a judge that likes to call me

"that Reagan chick" when I'm not in the room.

I had steak and eggs and B12 shot.

Great... then call this dessert. Come on.

Shouldn't you be out catching killers and robbers

and not worrying about your sister?

Uh, I'm feeling generous today.

Figured I'd give him a 20 minute head start.

I'm late.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

ERIN: This is a very familiar story.

The defendant and Delamar,

the 28-year-old nightclub hostess,

when she met Samuel Delamar,

a much older investment counselor

and a multimillionaire.

They met, they married.

They did not live happily ever after.

The people will present evidence

that shows the defendant

enjoyed her husband's money

more than she enjoyed her husband.

She had affairs.

They quarreled.

And after one final bitter argument,

in front of shocked witnesses,

she returned to the townhouse that

she shared with her husband,

and stabbed him to death.

FRANK: Here you go.

Grave business made palatable

by fine food and drink. Thank you so much, Frank.

My pleasure, Ian. How you doing on time?

Oh, good enough if I get going.

Yeah.

All good, guys?

Oh, our host, Jimmy Reagan.

Ian Cameron.

Reagan, huh? You two related?

Not at all. I've made through investigations to be sure.

Ian is deputy commissioner for

counterterrorism at Scotland Yard.

Ah...

Uh, lovely meal. Thank you very much.

Can I ask you a question?

Where do you cops really their your pieces?

Pardon?

JIMMY: Come on, you guys gotta be packing something

other than a baton and that accent.

What, ankle holsters?

Different cultures. Different methods.

Again, Frank, thank you.

You're welcome.

(chuckles) Pleasure.

Why didn't you just come right out and call his men girls?

It's a legitimate question.

Excuse me, did anybody try to discourage you

from going into the hospitality business?

Hey, I succeed on big drinks and great meat.

Not by kissing ass.

And your ancestors would be spinning in their graves,

you taking Scotland Yard to lunch.

It's a new century.

Ah, tell them that.

How?

I'm just saying.

Oh, we sent the menu for your

birthday dinner over to the office.

Why? I want it the same as it always is.

Your daughter called and asked for a seafood option.

Can you get me some Wellfleet oysters?

Well, usually when we...

Oysters are the seafood of choice.

Anyone who has a problem with that, let 'em eat cake.

Miss Reagan told you this was a familiar story.

Well, maybe it's familiar to her because

she's seen too many stories where spouses are villains.

When married don't actually love each other.

I don't know, maybe she's reading something

in there from her own experience,

from her own divorce. Your Honor!

Mr. Kelly, counsel's personal life is not

relevant to any part of this trial.

Sorry, Judge.

Of course it isn't.

What matters here is Ann Delamar's personal life.

Which has been shattered by the death

of the husband she loved.

A death, in which the so called

evidence against her is nothing but an ancient stereotype.

Yes, she is young and attractive,

but so are millions of women.

So is, with all due respect, Miss Reagan.

Does that mean any man she marries

has to watch his back?

Sorry.

Bad example.

What the defense will show

is that Anne Delamar had nothing to do with this murder.

We will show that Samuel Delamar was engaged

in a shadowy business arrangement

with at least one other man--

a man known as M--

that he quarreled with this man

and that the authorities failed to

pursue this clear-cut suspect

because they had, conveniently in hand,

a familiar suspect--

the pretty, young wife.

ERIN: So, you're sure you want to be watching

a trial on your time off?

I mean, shouldn't you be taking a nap or something

before you go on duty tonight?

My big sister kicking butt in a murder case?

I'll bring out pom-poms and start leading cheers.

Ah, I believe that would be contempt of court.

(chuckles) Well, maybe I'll just shoot your opposing counsel.

No jury will convict me.

That guy's a piece of work. Yeah.

Defense Strategy 101: Throw buckets of mud

and hope none of it falls on your client.

Guess I missed that course at Harvard.

Wait, is this some kind of

sentimental look at the road not taken?

You kidding? The more I see the law in action,

the happier I am I'm a cop.

I'll see ya tomorrow. (chuckles)

See ya.

DAVIDSON: Ms. Reagan!

I... Could you...?

I... I just wanted to say, you know,

it was nothing personal in there.

Oh, really? Dragging my personal life

into opening statements isn't personal?

Well, maybe a little.

But, uh, all in the service of the client, right?

Actually no, not right.

Hm!

I gotta go, but thought for the day:

You might do better in court and in your personal life

if you just lightened up a little.

Wha...?

Mr. Kelly!

(groans)

So tempting.

Mr. Kelly...

You forgot your bag.

Mr. Kelly?

Oh, my God.

Oh!

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Did he tell you why he had to go?

No, he just looked at his watch

and said, "I gotta go,"

which by the way, was the least offensive

thing he said to me all day.

So, I take it you won't be speaking at the funeral?

No.

Look, I told you guys everything I know.

Yeah, but the thing is, we haven't been able

to find anyone else who saw or talked to him after you did.

Okay, but that doesn't change the fact

that I've told you everything I know.

What happened, by the way?

Well, it looks like he was stabbed.

We found the knife, but it was wiped clean.

So, someone slipped in, stabbed him, no noise?

Sounds like you know exactly how it happened.

Right. I killed him.

Well, you were the last person to see him alive and

he was killed after you had a heated argument with him.

In court. It's called opening statements.

You buying this?

I don't speak.

I'm leaving.

Don't leave town.

We're watching you!

You Reagans sure know how to have a good time.

(sighs)

MOORE: Don't kill the messenger.

And why are you the messenger?

Because charges on the PC's credit card are press sensitive,

and I'd like to keep it in this office.

How long's this been going on?

Near as I can tell,

the bogus charges started in last October's billing cycle.

They were smart.

They broke in the counterfeit cards

using little things like car-service rides

and event tickets.

I don't use a car service.

Well, you and I know that, but the credit card company doesn't.

The foundation that provides the credit card does.

Frank, you're the PC.

And the commissioner's foundation

is your number-one fan club.

The last thing they want to do is embarrass you.

$12,000 case of wine.

Which they probably unloaded for ten, clear profit.

(sighs) How bad's it get?

Well, the charges that goosed the Foundation bookkeeping

include a $40,000 strand of Mikimoto pearls.

What the hell's a Mikimoto?

An expensive kind of pearl would be my guess.

You're having fun here.

Not at all.

And where are we with catching them?

The credit card company's running the patterns.

It looks to be about 30 onyx cards

that were scanned and then duplicated,

and put into use. I gotta hand it to them...

Hand'em what?

The onyx cards have a really high limit.

And the people who use them, are used to seeing

huge numbers at the end of the month.

If you're going to run a scam, it's the sweet spot.

I'll reach out to special frauds.

See what we have on our side.

Set up drinks with the chair of the foundation.

I want to clear this up face-to-face.

Right away.

Might want to make yours the house scotch.

You were there when it happened, Ms. Reagan.

Across the street, your honor.

And the police don't know who did it?

I think I can convince them to rule me out.

But, I believe we're hear to discuss a mistrial?

No...

No what?

My client wants to proceed.

With out your partner, Mrs. Marshall?

I'm just as familiar with the case as he was.

We can go on without him just fine.

That's a very touching display of grief.

Will you want to recess for the funeral or no?

I just want to clear my name and get my life back here on Earth.

I believe I have that right.

If the defense is going to imply that whoever killed Mr. Kelly

is the same mysterious villain

that supposedly killed Mr. Delamar

that will confuse and mislead the jury.

These are two separate and distinct cases.

I'll thank you, counselor, not to instruct me.

I was not trying to instruct you, Judge Haywood.

I was merely trying to point out that...

I've already had the jury sequestered.

There'll be no confusion regarding the two separate

and distinct cases.

I'll see you both tomorrow morning...

...in court.

MARSHALL: Thank you, your honor.

CURATOLA: This dead lawyer hung with a rough crowd--

drug dealers, rapists, murderers.

Could have tangled with an unsatisfied customer.

Mm-hmm.

Anything in the briefcase?

Yeah, newspaper, breath mints, half-eaten tuna sandwich.

Trial prep notes...

(chuckles)

"ADA is Erin Reagan.

Cold fish."

Ooh.

"Play warm to jury for contrast."

Well, if your sister saw that, maybe she did kill him.

Well, it's partially true.

Kelly got a text right before he was killed.

"Meet me at the benches at Foley Square.

I can help you find M."

M?

Beats the hell out of me.

It looks like Kelly had a date with this killer.

I live in the Delamars' house.

But that night, I was off work.

I went with my sister to the movies.

And what, if anything, did you see

when you returned to the house?

I was walking by Mr. Delamar's study when I heard a noise.

I looked in and saw Mr. Delamar on the floor...

eyes open...

not moving.

And, uh, Mrs. Delamar was next to him, kneeling.

And in her hand was Mr. Delamar's letter opener,

covered with blood.

When she saw me,

she said, "Call the police,

Mr. Delamar is hurt."

ERIN: In the days before his death,

how did the relationship between the Delamars appear to you?

Objection. The witness is a housekeeper,

not a marriage councilor.

She is also a human being with ears and eyes.

She can answer the question.

POLANSKI: Very bad.

Arguing, close doors...

Thank you.

So part of your job, Mrs. Polanski,

was to eavesdrop on your employers?

No.

I just heard things.

Did you hear an argument between

Mr. Delamar and a male visitor a few days before he was killed?

Yes, Mr. Delamar answered the door himself.

I never saw him.

Did they argue?

Yes, there was shouting.

Something about money, I think.

I give you Defendant's One:

Mr. Delamar's datebook.

Do you see the notation for the time

that visitor arrived?

Yes. 2:00.

It says M.

So Mr. Delamar and a man named M

had a loud argument about money.

Objection. Asked and answered.

Withdrawn.

Mrs. Polanski...

after Mrs. Delamar

asked you to call the police,

what else did she say?

That she found Mr. Delamar that way.

She heard a noise, so she went in there

and there he was.

MARSHALL: Thank you.

Redirect.

Mrs. Polanski.

Who did you see kneeling over Mr. Delamar's dead body

with a bloody letter opener?

A man named M,

or the defendant, Mrs. Delamar?

Her.

ERIN: Thank you.

DANNY: Counselor, wait up!

Just in time to buy me lunch.

Unless you're going to arrest me for murder.

Actually, it's neither. I got date with Mrs. Marshall.

The defendant's attorney?

Well, that's in your world.

In my world, she's the victim's partner.

I don't know, apparently Kelly was trying to find some,

uh, mysterious "M" person that got him killed.

Not you, too.

What do you mean, "not me, too"?

The defense is pointing

to some phantom "M" as the actual killer.

Well, that's the Delamar case.

I'm dealing with the Kelly case.

Ms. Marshall said Kelly was trying to find

somebody named Monroe or something.

Look, somebody gives me information on a homicide,

I got to look in to it.

It was looked into.

By a little organization called

the New York City Police Department.

You may have heard of it. And?

Not a trace. All right.

That was then, this is now.

Oh, well fine. While you're at it,

why don't you look for a one-armed man.

What are you talking about, a one-armed man?

Look, Kelly was a sleazebag defense attorney

who had sleazy clients.

Anybody could have killed him.

So what?

You are being used, Danny. Okay, you know what?

If I'm being used, I'll make that

determination for myself, all right? Well, I certainly hope so.

And there was a one-armed man.

He had one arm-- I saw the movie.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late. What'd I miss?

Nothing. Nothing.

My wife, Sharon,

and Sam Delamar to went to high school together.

I met him at the 35th reunion

and I started investing with him.

He did very well.

Sam was a great stock picker.

And we socialized with him and Ann.

Including the night he died Mr. Harris?

Yes.

ERIN: And how did that go?

Not well.

In what way?

We're talking about this and that.

We just returned from a vacation in Italy and, um,

Sam made a comment about a credit card bill.

He said that Ann was spending too much.

And how did Mrs. Delamar react to that?

She said that, um,

he had plenty of money and what was the problem.

And, uh,

he said it would probably be cheaper

to hire her by the hour

and, uh, he would find some way to cut her off.

Ann stomped out of the restaurant.

A few minutes later, Sam left.

He said he was going to go home and talk to her.

And the next morning, I heard he was dead.

Thank you.

ERIN: Mrs. Harris, I'm sorry about

the inconvenience, but I don't have the exact time

I'll be calling you to the stand.

Do you really need me?

Well, if you can add anything to what

your husband said about the argument.

Well, I'm sure I... I can't.

Walter's so much more precise than I am.

Sharon is absolutely terrified of public speaking.

(anxious sigh) I understand.

I will be as as brief as possible.

I've known Sam Delamar since we were kids.

I'm afraid I'd break down.

I don't think I... I'd be good for anybody.

I promise-- if I don't really need you, I won't call you.

Chairman's ten minutes out,

and mortified that he's keeping you waiting.

And I'm mortified about the credit card charges.

Which aren't your fault. We can just call it even.

BELL: Well, look at this.

Batman brought Robin.

This drink's been watered down.

What, a Shirley Temple? No.

What's the good word?

Partnership, actually.

With you?

Who's the patsy?

Uh, there's three of them.

I see my bartender and two of my waiters

came to me with an offer and I took it.

Like what?

Like I get some cash and a bank note.

They run the day-to-day operations

for a piece of the net.

Where does a bartender and a waiter get that kind of cheddar?

Out of my till.

No... (stammering) good guys.

They work hard, and they live cheap.

Well...

congratulations, I guess.

I got two bad hips, a neglected third wife,

and the liver the size of a salmon.

I can't work full-time anymore.

(sighs) Where will you go?

I'll still be here, but just for the dinner seatings.

And always on your birthday.

Here we go.

Case file on the Delamar murder.

Oh, I'm sure the detective that was handling it is, uh,

glad we're reinvestigating.

Yeah, actually, he did kind of tell me to go screw myself.

Ah, making friends wherever we go.

So, what's in it?

Oh, we got the prenup that made

Delamar worth more dead than divorced.

We got a report from a P.I. who tracked down

Mrs. Delamar's boyfriend.

And she and her husband were still together?

Maybe he forgave her.

Maybe she renounced her sinful ways.

Yeah, that always happens.

All right, I got Delamar's phone records here.

You got Kelly's over there? Yeah, right here.

(clears throat) What turned up on the phone

that texted Kelly and got him killed?

It's a prepaid cell, so it's untraceable.

Okay, but look at this,

Delamar called the phone that sent the text to Kelly.

Maybe he was trying to track down Monroe, too.

You think it's a coincidence?

No.

(dialing phone)

Yes, I'm trying to reach Monroe.

I'm a lawyer, um, I was working with

Roger Kelly on the Delamar case.

I think Monroe may have something

that could help me there.

Okay.

11:30 it is.

Well, imagine that.

Guy says he can help me find Monroe.

Sound familiar?

By the benches in Foley Square?

Nope. Crab House.

(clears throat)

Nice suit.

Yeah.

I'm a successful lawyer, can't you tell?

I'll have to call all my single girlfriends.

Well, careful.

I feel like I look like my sister's creepy ex-husband.

You see any likelies?

Uh, not really.

(cell phone rings)

JACKIE: But the dude next to me wants me to

mother his children, so...

Hey, I'm here. Where are you?

Okay.

I'll see you in a minute.

He wants me to wait outside.

He's in a car. He's gonna pick me up.

Danny, you wearing a vest?

It's a four-piece suit, Jack.

I don't like this.

Let's just give it a minute, all right?

Reagan, don't get in the car.

Don't worry, Jack.

Let's just ride it out and see what happens.

(engine starts)

This could be our guy, Jack.

Whoa, whoa, Danny!

You all right?

Yeah. What the hell?

Are you trying to get tread marks on your forehead?

What do you mean? I'm trying to get a look at the guy's face!

Oh, God. Did you get the plate?

No.

(elevator bell dings)

What are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be out pursuing the mythical Mr. M?

Actually, I came to tell you that I think

the mysterious Mr. M tried to kill me last night.

Detective,

I hear you made some progress

in the investigation we discussed.

Actually, I got nothing conclusive yet, Counselor.

Don't be modest.

I think the jury should hear all about it.

You're gonna subpoena me?

To testify at our trial... for the defense.

Special Frauds is certain Jimmy's is one of the places?

Along with about a dozen other high-end restaurants.

There's a plastics fabricator in Washington Heights

where they think the bogus cards are being manufactured.

Took all my boys there for their first beer with the old man.

And how many years of birthday dinners?

20-odd.

Do you think he could have that kind of activity going on

in his store and not know about it?

Absolutely.

What makes you so sure?

Nothing. I'm just not cynical enough

to believe Jimmy could be in on it.

That's a luxury I wish I could afford.

What do you want to do here?

(sighs)

Nothing I can do.

Ms. Marshall, call your next witness.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The defense calls Detective Daniel Reagan.

Do you swear or affirm to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

I do.

"Meet me by the benches in Foley Square.

I can help you find M."

How long before Mr. Kelly's murder

was that text message sent?

About ten minutes.

As an expert homicide detective,

what conclusion would you draw from that?

That Mr. Kelly was probably killed

by the person who sent that message.

MARSHALL: Probably?

At this moment, do you have any other suspects?

No, I don't.

Detective, since you've began investigating this murder,

has someone tried to kill you?

Actually, yes, somebody tried to run me down in a car.

MARSHALL: Is this connected to your search

for a person named M?

That's hard to say.

Really? So what were you doing at the time

that this attempt was made on your life?

I was trying to trackdown the person known as M.

So, tracking down M is a dangerous occupation.

As an experienced homicide detective,

would you say

that M was a murderer?

Well, I can't say that at this time.

Is that your current working hypothesis?

Yes, that is my current working hypothesis.

So, why, under this hypothesis, would M murder Mr. Kelly?

Maybe M was afraid

that Mr. Kelly was going to expose him.

Exposed as what?

Detective...

...what could M possibly be afraid of being exposed of?

Objection. Calls for a conclusion.

The witness is an expert homicide detective.

The objection is overruled.

It's just a theory.

Fine, Detective.

What is your theory as to what M was afraid would be exposed?

That he was the killer of Samuel Delamar.

MARSHALL: Thank you.

Your witness.

Detective...

...isn't it possible

that a mugger killed Roger Kelly?

It's possible.

Or

a dissatisfied criminal client from his past?

Yeah, that's possible, too.

And you don't actually know who tried to run you down, do you?

No, I don't. In fact,

isn't it possible that incident involved

a random drunk driver?

I suppose that is possible, yes.

Or some

other criminal with a grudge against you.

Who knew I would be there at that exact time?

Please let me ask the questions.

This mysterious Mr. M-- have you ever seen him?

No.

Do you have any concrete proof

that he even exists?

No, I don't.

So, isn't it just as likely

that Mr. Kelly was killed by a mugger

and that you were run down by some random drunk driver

than that the two of you have been attacked

by this alleged person that no one has ever seen?

Actually, that's less likely.

Based on what?

Based on a series of deductions.

Deductions based on what?

One text message?

It's not one text message.

Mr. Kelly received a text message

saying somebody could take him to M.

Ten minutes later, he was killed.

I called the number the text message came from.

I asked for M, two hours later, I was almost killed.

I had a ham sandwich for lunch, I mislaid my keys.

The ham sandwich is not why I mislaid my keys.

I didn't realize we were talking about deli meats, Counselor.

I'm a detective investigating a murder.

I look for clues.

I find a clue, it leads me down a trail,

I follow the trail.

Okay.

How many murderers are you looking for currently?

I have three open cases right now.

How many people drive drunk in New York at any given time?

I don't know. Lots, I assume.

So, is it

possible that you've been following the wrong trail here?

Absolutely. Anything is possible.

ERIN: Right. Have you ever suspected

someone of murder,

and then learned they didn't do it?

Yes.

New information came to light.

So, in those cases,

you had been following a trail that wasn't there?

At that point in the investigations,

yes, but as I said...

And if new information hadn't come to light,

innocent people may have gone to prison?

I don't think so.

There are checks and balances in the system for that.

Well, it's a good thing,

because you are trained to follow a trail

whether one exists or not,

and if you can't come up with a trail,

you have nothing to do.

That's a really big oversimplification.

Is it? Yes!

Who killed Roger Kelly?

I don't know.

Who killed Samuel Delamar?

I don't know. Then, Detective,

I don't know why we are listening to you at all.

(sighs)

Can you pass the potatoes, please?

Although I do suppose

it's possible that they're not actually potatoes.

Maybe they're Brussels sprouts.

Those are potatoes.

Of course they're potatoes.

No, honey, they may look and smell like potatoes,

but you never know. Maybe I'm just

jumping to a wrong conclusion here.

Is this by any chance about something besides potatoes?

JAMIE: Danny, she was tough

with her cross, but that's her job.

Yeah, I understand it was a tough cross,

and I understand she was doing her job.

What I don't understand is her making all of our

training and all our years of experience

look like it counts for nothing.

Like we're a bunch of clowns sitting around

guessing at things.

Danny, there's no version of this

where Erin would make that argument.

I did not make that argument.

Please pass the corned beef.

Did you mean, the alleged corned beef?

LINDA: Is there any chance

we could just eat our dinner?

JAMIE: Look, she did her job,

you did yours, end of story, right?

HENRY: It's like

they're ten and eight again.

Which was bad enough when they were ten and eight.

You didn't have to ride between them on car rides.

You got to drive.

I had ears.

Are you sure she did it, Mom?

Yeah.

I mean, could Uncle Danny be right?

That's what the trial is for, to find out.

She did it.

And I never said she didn't.

You didn't. I did what I was required to do.

You just went out there and said...

All right, all right, that's enough!

You two

are doing the dishes.

If making us do the dishes is supposed to get us talking,

it's not working.

It was Pop's idea.

Far as I'm concerned,

it's just about getting the dishes done, which does

seem to be working.

It's fine by me.

Oh, it's fine by me.

Remember the football and the hat?

She hid his football,

so he snatched her favorite hat.

Could have ended there.

Yep, but then she went

and microwaved my football.

Only after you took scissors to my hat.

Sounds familiar.

I rest my case.

(whistling)

Hey. Nice Sunday with the family?

They disowned me. Oh.

All of them.

Hey, Jack, this guy Monroe-- if he really exists,

then he must have had a beef with Delamar, right?

So we're saying. Okay, I keep thinking,

what could the beef be about?

Now, Delamar-- he loved to pick stocks.

He's supposed to be a genius at it.

The kind of roll he was on-- nobody could be that smart.

Take a look at this.

He bought six stocks

right before the companies either merged,

got acquired or made some big news announcement.

Now look at his phone records.

The calls between him and Monroe

spiked up right before each one of the big stock buys.

So, Delamar got inside information

from Monroe?

Well, if him and Monroe have some kind of beef

or some kind of falling out over money...

Delamar ends up dead. Exactly.

But the one thing I can't figure out is,

each one of these deals was done

by a different bank, or a different law firm.

So, where could Monroe be sitting

that he would know about all these deals?

Could be a legal printer.

A what?

A legal printer.

These deals generate fat contracts,

they need tons of copies.

There's gotta be a dozen of them around the city.

That's it. I'm good.

Let's split up and go check them all out.

I'm good.

You gotta call my lawyer.

Everything we do here is legally privileged.

I can't let you see anything without a subpoena.

Okay. But you did do the printing for the deals

on this list, right?

I gotta ask my lawyer if I can even tell you that.

And I'm gonna do that tomorrow because tonight

is my wife's sister's anniversary,

and if I'm not in Great Neck by 5:00, I'm toast.

Unless you want to arrest me.

Give me an excuse to miss it.

Hey, just say the word.

I was kidding. Well, I'm not kidding.

Look, just tell me,

who in here would be able to see the documents

and know what's in these deals?

These guys.

Our employees have been here 20 years on average.

They're bonded and vetted up the wazoo.

What happens in Rosebrock Printing

stays in Rosebrock Printing.

Well, what about money trouble?

Any of these guys ever need an extra buck?

Get in hock with their bookie?

Anything? We take security seriously.

We monitor their financials.

There are no cameras or cell phones

allowed in the plant.

We have a full-time security manager

keeping an eye on everything.

This is him right over there.

Monroe, could you talk to this guy?

I gotta get to Great Neck.

DANNY: Hey! Hold it!

Hey!

Hey!

Come here! Come here...

You know, we never got to talk at the crab house, buddy.

Maybe we'll get to do it now, huh?

Come on.

DANNY (over speaker): Okay, Monroe, here's the bad news:

we searched your house, we found your car with the bullet hole,

courtesy of my partner.

We also found the cell phone that was used to text Kelly.

So what's the good news?

We don't have any good news for you.

No. Plus, we found,

uh, your bank accounts in the Cayman Islands.

Got a pretty nice nest egg there.

Seems you were going to retire early with millions.

That was until Kelly started snooping around, right?

And, of course, you couldn't sit by

and let that happen, could you?

So, bingo, you're looking at two murders

and attempted on a cop.

What two?

How do you get two? DANNY: Come on.

Don't play stupid with us.

One, Kelly, two, Delamar.

We know you know how to count, all right?

Seeing it was you and Delamar who split up all those profits

from the stocks you illegally told him to buy.

So why'd I kill him then?

I don't like money?

Well, maybe you didn't feel like splitting it.

Maybe you wanted to blackmail him for some more,

and he had a problem with that.

Yeah, maybe I was in Las Vegas when he got killed.

Yeah, sure you were.

No, you could look it up.

I must be in about

20 casino videos, plus

there's a hooker named Shelley, might remember me.

Probably not.

DANNY: Look...

we know you were in Delamar's house

and we know you argued with him.

Maybe, but not that night.

I came in one night about a week before he was killed.

He left a key out for me so I could let myself in.

But that night I was early,

and, right there, in his office, I see two people screwing.

His wife and the boyfriend?

No, not the wife.

It was Delamar and some, uh, old broad.

Short blonde hair, his age.

Yeah, I didn't want to see that.

So it wasn't that guy killed Delamar.

And it wasn't the wife. Nope.

Come on, we'll ride there together.

It's funny.

All of a sudden, you realize

that your next big birthday is 60,

and you've been married for 30 years, and you think,

"What's gonna happen now?"

And you realize that nothing's gonna happen now.

You go on some trips, you take up oil painting,

you try to enjoy yourself, but nothing happens.

You're not gonna start a new career,

you're not gonna discover some invention...

fall in love.

I fell in love.

With Samuel Delamar.

I had a crush on him in high school,

he had a crush on me, and we were shy,

never mentioned it until our 35th reunion.

So, 35 years too late.

But it wasn't too late.

No.

What happened that night... at the restaurant?

What we said.

Sam and Ann fought about money, but she was really mad

because she knew she was losing him--

she didn't know to me--

but Walter was suspicious.

I've never been able to hide my feelings,

so when the Delamars left, he asked me point-blank.

And I told him.

And he was hurt, and he was angry,

and he said he was gonna go see Sam over to his house,

but when he got home, he said that he couldn't face Sam,

and he'd just left.

And when you heard Sam was dead?

Well, everyone said that Ann killed him.

The police, you.

And if it wasn't that...

(voice breaking): I couldn't think it was my husband.

I couldn't even imagine.

Mr. Harris.

We pledged to love each other.

That mattered... to me.

I guess I better call a lawyer.

Frank!

I don't have you in my book.

I'm not here to eat.

There's two detectives out back.

If your partners have any brains at all, they'll go outside,

surrender themselves, take the ride in and cooperate.

Tell me what's going on.

Anybody dumb enough to scam the top cop's credit card,

you don't want them as partners anyway.

Frank, I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Well, we were both victims.

Right?

You know I have to ask.

I had no idea.

For my birthday, let's shake it up a little...

have a key lime pie instead of a cake.

(knocking on door)

Hey.

What's going on?

Well, we dropped the charges against Ann Delamar.

Walter Harris is pleading to manslaughter, heat of passion.

Hm. Never really saw that one coming.

No, neither did I.

I guess it was good you were following a trail.

Look, what happened in court, what I said...

I know.

I was doing my job.

I know you were.

And, in my opinion, you do it a little too good.

Peace offering.

To replace the one I put in the microwave.

(laughs)

New hat... All in one piece.

You might want to put it on.

It's cold outside.

I'll give you a lift.

Think quick.

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