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The Streets of San Francisco.

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Karl Malden.

Also starring Michael Douglas.

With guest stars: Barbara Rush,

Dick Sargent,

Jim Davis,

Jeff Corey,

Richard Ely.

Tonight's Episode:

"Shattered Image."

All right.

All right, I'm coming.

With hours like this,

I might as well have gone to med school.

Med school, huh? Going's one thing,

getting through's another.

Yeah, right now, all I'm worried about

is getting through the day without any breakfast.

What are we rushing about anyway?

Harbor patrol dragged in a boat.

Looks like some guy on that boat

got careless with a spear gun.

They want us to check it out.

A fishing party?

No, he was by himself when they spotted it.

What time is that?

Around 7.

Spotted by a Japanese freighter.

Was it inbound or outbound?

In.

Better check to see if anybody

onboard saw anything else.

The captain's name was Tajima.

He said there was another boat

or a person near it.

You really know how to make a guy

feel like a slow starter, don't you?

Well, what do I need with beauty sleep?

You got a name on the victim?

Marshall.

Fred Marshall.

Fred Marshall? You're kidding.

Name mean something?

Well, there may be more than one...

but the man I'm thinking of is a bigwig in Washington.

Think it's the Department of Commerce.

The word is he's being groomed for the next

senatorial election.

Even the man who's stepping down wants him,

Ralph Bowen.

How do you keep up with all that stuff?

Interests me.

Heh. You got any other info?

He's on a boat.

At the dock.

Steel shaft through his heart.

That's him.

This wasn't an accident.

How come so fast?

Marshall was a... He was a water freak.

Half the pictures I ever saw,

he was either in a boat

or standing in a wet suit with some world's-record fish.

Couldn't he make one mistake?

Not like that, no.

No, anybody with his experience

would never load a spear gun out of the water.

Well, uh, how about another kind?

Let's say the people kind.

Well, the papers never sounded like that.

You know, he's good-looking, good speaker,

married to the right woman.

She was always in the fashion page in the newspaper,

on television for some good cause.

You got a knife? OFFICER: Mm-hm.

Here, cut this.

What do you got?

Well, this is all his equipment here. It's all dry.

Well, so is the gun.

Here, shake it.

How long does it take for a thing like that to drain?

This has been used today.

Was he in the water, doc?

No.

His hair and his suit is dry.

Probably been wiped from prints,

but have the lab take a look anyway.

Yes, sir.

We'll also have them lift anything on the ladder here.

Right.

Well, he was from out of town.

Say, uh... whose boat was this?

Belongs to Reed Bradshaw.

The shipping guy?

Yes, sir.

Say, didn't you say that Marshall was in commerce?

He is, yeah.

Okay.

Let's find out where he was staying

and what he was doing here.

Lap of luxury.

Can't get much classier.

So, what's so good about being a doctor?

Gonna get you better places?

The difference is room service with a suite

or wandering around the lobby here with a hungry stomach.

Come on, let's hit the coffee shop before we go in.

You can't afford it. Heh.

May I help you, sir?

Yes. Would you give this

to the manager, please?

What is it?

Search warrant.

Police. Keep your hands right where they are.

I beg your pardon?

Lieutenant... this is Boyd Caldwell.

Mr. Marshall's administrative assistant.

He has the adjoining suite.

Oh, I see. Um... thank you very much.

If we need anything else, we'll let you know.

Fine, fine.

Lieutenant Stone, Homicide.

Inspector Keller.

Excuse me, but you do know

Mr. Marshall is dead?

Yes.

The coroner's asked me to come down

to make an identification.

Something in that stack of papers?

You need to do that?

These are documents to be presented

to an investigating subcommittee

of the United States Senate.

Really? Mm-hm.

Well, then I think they ought to be

left right where they are.

Now, wait a minute.

Mr., uh, Caldwell, we have reason to believe

that Marshall's death is not an accident.

That's crazy.

Of course it was an accident.

Why would anyone want to kill Fred Marshall?

Something in that stack of papers maybe.

Now, look.

His death was an accident.

And I have to have these papers to prepare

for the investigating committee of Senator Bowen.

We need everything to be

just the way Mr. Marshall left it.

Now there's a court order on its way to seal this room.

One call to Washington, you'll never get it.

You pick up one more paper,

and you're gonna be arrested for obstruction of justice.

You have no right to intim...

You wanna hear all about rights?

He'll read 'em to you.

Otherwise, maybe you just

ought to go back into your own room.

All right, lieutenant.

But these papers and the rest of Mr. Marshall's

personal effects will be flown

to Washington with his body.

Probably this afternoon.

The body remains here.

Belongs to the city of San Francisco

till after the autopsy.

Autopsy?

That's right.

Er, now, look, we're not talking

about some... drunk found dead in an alley.

Mr. Marshall was a man of substance,

a beloved public servant.

Somebody loved him so much

that they drilled him with a spear gun.

I-I-I do trust you'll, uh...

phrase that a little more delicately

when you discuss this with Mrs. Marshall?

Well, is she here?

She's on an incoming flight.

I'm meeting her at the airport at noon.

While you're out there, don't get any ideas about leaving.

And give you free reign to... assassinate

the character of a dead man?

Not likely.

So, what do you think?

Well, I think that the city hall switchboard

is gonna be in for a very, very good workout.

Yeah.

Look at this. Huh?

You know that ship builder whose boat Marshall was on?

Yeah, Bradshaw?

Yeah.

He had a development deal with the government going.

Now what do you know about contracts?

Just enough to let the DA's office translate them for me.

Okay.

Let's get all this stuff over there,

have a detail in here for prints.

I'll look for Bradshaw and, um...

since you're so interested in politics...

why don't you go down to the Federal Building

and have a talk with that, um...

Oh, what's his...

The senator, what's his name?

Bowen. Ralph Bowen.

I just don't know what to say, inspector.

That young man was so... vigorous,

so... vibrant.

That's just hard to accept somehow.

And, uh, you're investigating.

That means you suspect that

Fred's death was, uh, deliberate?

Well, I understand your office is investigating too, senator.

Do you have any reason to believe it was deliberate?

Well, are you implying that Fred was involved

with anything dishonest?

No, sir. No, we don't have any information like that now.

But I was hoping I could discuss the nature...

I handpicked that young man to succeed me in Senate.

Do you think I'd put my reputation behind him

if I thought he was involved with anything dishonest?

Well, then it wasn't his office that you were investigating?

Absolutely not. It was a...

general investigation into the misuse of public funds.

Uh, specifically large contracts to industry.

Well, why was it being held in San Francisco?

Well, there's a pilot program going on in this town

to create a, um...

new kind of merchant ship.

One built with new materials

and... new techniques.

A product our technology must create

in order to keep pace with low-cost foreign shipyards.

Well, where did Marshall fit in?

Well, the program was administered through his office.

He was merely going to give them the department's position

on cost-plus contracts with shipbuilders.

Does that include people like Reed Bradshaw?

I'm sorry, uh, inspector.

Now you're getting into confidential matters.

The subject for my investigation, not yours.

Marshall was killed on Bradshaw's boat, senator.

Will you accept some advice, Mr. Keller?

Sure.

Let Fred Marshall rest in peace.

That's exactly the same advice

I got from Marshall's assistant.

And with good reason.

I'd like to know them.

Oh, come now.

You've seen them all your life.

The people love a good smear campaign.

They delight in having someone's name

dragged through the mud.

And that's the same public

that's elected you to Washington

all these years, isn't it, senator?

Just seems strange that you, above of all people,

wouldn't respect their ability to tell the difference

between a lie and the truth.

The truth I'm concerned with at the moment, young man...

is the threat to an extremely

important government program.

All I'm saying is that any scandal

surrounding the death of Fred Marshall

can only destroy the objectivity of the people,

no matter how highly we both regard them.

Now you'll have to excuse me.

I have a meeting.

Say, uh, where can I find Bradshaw?

Excuse me, Mr. Bradshaw?

Yeah.

I wonder if I could see you for a moment?

Lieutenant Stone, San Francisco Police.

Be right with you, lieutenant.

You boys see if you can iron this out.

I'll be right back.

About, uh, Fred Marshall, huh?

Something you'd like to

know about the boat?

Yes. Just a few questions.

Sure.

I, uh... just thinking.

I wasn't down there at all.

Been up to my elbows in work around here lately.

Maybe you'd like to talk to my deckhands.

You keep a crew?

Have to. We got two pleasure boats.

Lend 'em out to VIPs.

You know how it goes.

Everybody thinks he's a sailor, right?

Yeah.

Booze flows and the boat goes.

Snap gets caught in the block at the top of the mast,

and the prop gets fouled...

Say, excuse me, but, um...

I thought that Marshall went out alone.

Well, that's different.

Fred was a sailor, you know.

You knew him quite well?

Yeah, but not as well as I'd liked to.

He was... really quite a guy.

One in 10 million maybe.

Well, did you know that

he went out on the boat this morning?

Yeah, I told him it's his as long as he was in town.

You lent it to him personally?

Comer like that?

I made it a point to, lieutenant.

Good for business.

Well, it, uh...

It's rather touchy, isn't it?

I mean, dealing with

government business like that?

Well, now, lieutenant,

you did say SFPD, didn't you, not IRS?

Yes, I did. Homicide.

Homicide? That's right.

I wonder if you'd mind giving me the specifics

on that government contract.

The one that Marshall's office was administering.

You bet I mind.

If I'm right about what I think's

going on between the lines here...

What's going on is a homicide investigation.

You really like your job, don't you, lieutenant?

Gun on the hip, instant authority.

Come to a place like this, collar the headman...

roust him a little, give him the third degree...

Pretty heady stuff, isn't it?

Look, Mr... No, you look.

Take a look at all this.

I laid everything I had on the line to build it

from bankrupt corporation to a big-money company

while you hid behind the city payrolls.

The authority I got, I earned.

And I'm not about to stand here and listen

to a lot of loaded questions from somebody

who's pulling his clout from my taxes.

Now anything else you want from me, you see my attorney.

Unless you got a warrant

for my arrest in your pocket.

I don't need a warrant.

But if you want to give me your attorney's name,

I think it would be wise if he and I had a talk.

I'll do just that.

You see Bradshaw?

Oh, yeah.

He's a big shot.

Gave me this.

Mm.

Big-shot lawyer.

Yeah. One of the biggest.

Get anything from the senator?

Filibuster.

Politics still interest you?

He gave me such a spiel

about a general investigation into the misuse of...

Must be the lady.

If that's the price of being a public figure...

I want it.

Yeah, the price can get pretty high

in a crowd like that.

I got two men inside.

You have?

Yeah.

Do you know I really think you would have

made it through medical school?

I really do, eh?

Come on.

Yes, the hearings will definitely be postponed.

And that's all for now, please. Mrs. Marshall just wants to

be alone for a while. I'm sure you can understand that.

Where was she when she heard about it?

All right, Hank. No more questions.

Fellas, come on.

Let's move it out. No more pictures. Get back.

Come on, fellas.

Give us a break, will you? Move it back...

Police, miss. We'd like to help you get through.

Caldwell, give me a hand.

That's it. Let's move it.

Anna?

Oh, Mike.

Please take me away from here.

Steve.

Yeah?

Check out the suite.

Thank you for being there, Michael.

I didn't know. It was...

Well, you see, I was just...

We... I don't keep up with the society pages...

and...

Anne Marshall was just a name to me.

Well, thank you anyway.

I... I just couldn't... I... I just...

couldn't have faced all those people.

It's such a shock. It...

It... It's so awful.

Boyd said you don't believe it was an accident.

I don't know anything yet.

But you... You suspect something?

Let's talk about it later.

No, no.

No, no, I'm all right.

I wanna know.

Anna, please, I... No. I have to know.

Yeah, Mike's talking to her right now.

Well, I have one man inside the suite,

another man in the lobby, but I'd like to get a couple more

before he gets back.

Right. Okay.

Would you tell Mike when he comes back

I went to the yacht harbor?

Keller, what's going on? Where did they go?

I don't know any more than you do, Caldwell.

Oh, don't give me that.

What's it gonna take with you guys anyway?

You'd better think about the league you're playing in.

Murder's the same in any league.

Oh, will you get off that murder kick?

You don't have anything that proves murder.

If you want proof, then you back off.

Give us room to do our job. Down, please.

Boyd.

We've got to talk.

No. It was an accident.

A horrible accident.

An accident?

A man used to that kind of equipment?

He had a lot on his mind.

He was under a great deal of pressure.

What from?

Michael, please.

Couldn't we just drop this?

Well, if I did...

somebody else would start digging

until all the questions were answered.

Well, if I... If I answered your questions...

could you keep it out of the papers

and off of the news?

Well, how can you know what happened?

Michael... Fred was in trouble.

He was in a great deal of trouble.

He'd taken money.

It was all under the table, of course.

Mass contributions to his political campaign.

But it totaled $300,000.

Kickback for a government contract.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It was unallocated funds from Commerce

to make up for overages on a contract.

Oh, it was... It was all very complicated.

It was very carefully concealed.

Until one of Senator Bowen's investigators

found out about it anyway.

Three hundred thousand dollars from Bradshaw.

How did you know that?

Just two and two.

Your husband was on his boat.

He'd refused.

A dozen times.

But he was talked into it finally.

By his assistant, Caldwell.

He kept pressing him.

He said he owed it to himself and to his country.

He said that money would put him in the Senate.

Would be a springboard, and...

in eight years, we'd see him in the White House.

So Bradshaw could have done it.

No.

I talked... to Fred last night.

I was in Los Angeles for a fundraising dinner.

He'd been drinking heavily...

and he was depressed.

He was so depressed that...

I should have known. I should've...

I should have realized.

He couldn't face it.

The disgrace.

Bradshaw didn't kill Fred.

No one did.

He killed himself.

I should have been with him.

If I had, this never would have happened.

Anna, please.

Please, Anna.

Don't blame yourself.

It wasn't suicide. That much I know.

No. You don't have any proof.

I'll get it.

Michael.

Michael... release his body.

Let him be buried with honor.

Couldn't you put it down as... As...

As an accident?

Couldn't you do that for me as a favor?

Anna, I'm sorry. I...

I'm afraid I can't accept favors any more than I can give them.

I don't understand what that means.

Just that I'm a cop.

Oh, I know, Michael. I know.

You're just doing the job that you have to do.

Well, I...

I think I need a mirror.

I... I think I need a minute to myself.

They told me there isn't any night watchman

because of those locked gates...

so I thought maybe one of you guys

might have seen Marshall.

Uh, sorry, man. We, uh...

We crashed early and, uh...

And we rolled out real late.

Well, does Bradshaw let you sleep on the boats every night?

That's part of the package.

It's a pretty good deal, all right.

Pretty good.

So, what about it, Hunter?

You see Marshall last night?

Yeah, okay, he was here.

Alone?

Look, man, we dig the job

because we don't have to get involved.

You know what I mean?

This is a murder investigation.

You know what I mean?

Hey, Skip!

Telephone.

Thanks.

Later.

Yeah.

So, Stillwell, what about it? Was he alone?

We crashed early, and...

And he was gone in the morning when we climbed out.

Yeah.

Oh, listen, um...

what's Skip's real name anyway?

Why?

Well, I need it for my records.

You know, they make you type everything now.

Well, he... He won't like my telling.

Ah.

He's got one of those weird ones, huh?

Yeah, it figures.

Anybody with a nickname usually is got something weird

on their birth certificate.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, uh... his is Newton.

Newton?

Yeah, that's a winner, huh? Newton?

Newton Hunter.

I can see why he changed it.

Newton.

And yours is Terrence?

Uh, no. It's just Terry.

Terry. Right.

Okay. Thanks for your time.

Well, that's it?

Yeah. Take care.

Yeah... Right.

81 to Headquarters.

Headquarters, 81.

Uh, this is Keller.

I need a 10-29 on the following subjects.

A Terry Stillwell, S-T-I-L-L-W-E-L-L.

And a Newton Hunter, a.k.a. Skip Hunter.

Also, can you check an alias on Hunter?

Newton Harper,

a.k.a. Skip Harper. Thank you.

Okay, but this is it.

I mean it. We got gendarmes down here asking me questions,

and that's not too cool for me, you know what I mean?

And this is gonna cost you too.

Yeah, because my neck is already out there, that's why.

Now you add two big ones on top of what you already owe me,

and get it here tonight.

And I don't wanna put up with any more sessions

like I just had.

I'll tell you when later.

You tell me where you want me now.

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah, about 10, 12 minutes.

I got you.

You get that money together.

The Potrero.

Driver, stop here.

There it is.

You know...

I've never been back here before.

Here, I'll get it.

There were some good memories here too,

weren't there, Michael?

I remember the first day Andy brought you home from school.

I thought you were the greatest.

Taking time to notice a kid sister.

Ha-ha.

Treating her like a...

A grownup. Not a pest.

Oh, I...

I didn't notice you until...

Andy showed me that snapshot.

What snapshot?

What? I never told you?

No.

It was during the war...

when Andy and I were in the Pacific.

Both of us scared stiff,

not knowing what we were doing there.

And then one day, he took this picture from his pocket...

and it was a snapshot of your folks and you.

It was taken right here on these steps.

Do you remember it?

No. No?

Well, anyway...

I asked him if I could have half of it, and...

he started to grin.

It was the biggest grin I think I ever saw on his face.

And he ripped it in half...

and gave me the part with you on it.

I kept it until the time

you sent me the one from Stanford

in your cap and gown.

I wished you'd said something, Mike...

No, no.

No, you didn't want to hear that.

Oh, you're wrong. No.

No. I wish you had. No, no.

When I came home,

I knew that you wanted to get away from here.

Oh, that's not true.

Yes, it is. It's true.

You were always meant for Nob Hill.

And you know what?

I'll bet you the reason you didn't came back here

is because...

you were afraid you wouldn't get out again,

isn't that right?

Huh? I'll bet it is, isn't it?

Come on, admit it.

You got out too, Mike.

Not too far.

Oh. Detective lieutenant.

That's better than walking the beat, isn't it? Heh.

Not always.

I think we'd better get you back, Mike.

Oh, Michael.

I got your 904.

What's happening?

Somebody tried to hit Mrs. Marshall.

I'll fill you in later.

What about the other units?

There aren't any other units. What do you mean?

Well, there's some static at headquarters.

Olsen took off everybody we have.

Olsen? What's his reason?

Mike, we don't know. It could've been reckless driving.

So maybe somebody was high.

We don't know.

Caldwell hire this driver?

Well, I suppose.

Unless somebody followed us from here,

then he's the only one who knew where we were.

Get a make. Run him through R&I.

Right.

What about your luggage?

It was picked up at the airport.

Steve. Yeah.

The luggage. Find it, and who was with it.

Got you.

May I have your driver's license, please?

Thank you.

I thought I made it clear that this place was off-limits.

And I thought I made it clear I don't consider you

the highest authority in this city, lieutenant.

You're the one who got Olsen

to pull my men out of here.

I'll get him to pull you next.

Boyd. Please.

Michael is a friend of ours. He's just trying to help.

He's no friend of Fred's.

Not with the publicity he's going to get

with a murder investigation.

I wanna speak to you alone, Anne.

She's not gonna be alone with anyone for a while.

Michael. That's the way it's gotta be

until this thing is cleared up.

Yes?

Yeah, she's here.

It's for you. Senator Bowen.

Hello?

Uh, yes, Ralph.

Well, thank you. That's...

That's... very kind.

Yes.

Oh, this evening?

Well, I'm not sure. I...

Oh, certainly. Yes.

Well, I'll see you this evening then.

What was that about "this evening"?

Michael, you must stop this.

I... I have to pick up the pieces and go on.

That's... That's what Fred would want.

But I can't do it if you insist on treating me like a prisoner.

You make everything seem like a-a...

A never-ending nightmare.

Michael... I want to be alone.

Please.

I need to be alone.

Let's see.

No, they haven't come in yet I guess, sir.

Are you sure she was on a 12:00 flight?

No, sir.

We have a record of...

a checkout time this morning, but...

nothing on her return.

She checked out this morning?

Well, yes, sir. "Mrs. Fred Marshall."

Eight o'clock flight to L.A.

Baggage left here at 6.

Now, wait a minute.

You mean, she was here last night,

she left this morning, and then came back again?

Well, yes, sir. It's... It's all right here.

How long was she here?

Just last night.

We picked up her bags at 11 p.m.,

Pacific Airlines... from Los Angeles.

Logged in right here.

Those jet setters...

they really get around, don't they?

Yeah.

Steve, did you find the luggage?

It's not in yet.

I'll have it inspected as soon as it gets here.

What about the driver?

R&I says no record.

Look, hang on half a minute, will you?

I got to ask you something.

Um...

How is it you're so close with someone

like Fred Marshall's wife in eight seconds flat?

Try eight years in the Potrero.

You're kidding.

Anna Slovatska.

Her brother Andy was my best pal.

He's buried somewhere in the Pacific.

Well, I guess she must mean something special to you.

Uh... Right now, I wanna talk to Olsen.

No, I'm not telling you to pull back.

But just stay cool

until you hit something solid.

Look, I'm not making any charges.

But I can't look the other way when there are three men

who are anxious to have this swept under the rug.

And a woman who could be the next target

just because of what she knows about them.

Well, she doesn't seem too worried.

She called just before you got here.

Said she didn't want any more protection.

No matter what you thought.

Rudy, listen to me.

It's because she still thinks

that her husband killed himself.

And you can't prove anything else.

Uh, excuse me, captain.

I think we can now.

Coroner's report?

Yeah.

Also, I found something interesting

on Boyd Caldwell.

Went to the Hastings School of Law

right here in the city.

Look who paid for his education.

Bradshaw Shipyards.

Caldwell worked for Bradshaw as an undergraduate.

And to pay off the scholarship,

he spent five years on the legal staff.

And he's still paying 'em back.

He's the one who put Bradshaw in with Marshall.

It looks that way, yeah.

And it looks like murder to the coroner too.

Now, "There were no sling welts on the person of the deceased,

"which would have been the case in the event

"of a self-inflicted wound.

"The penetration of the spear in the body of the deceased

"indicates that it was fired from a distance

"of at least five feet.

"But from the position of the body,

this would mean the gun was fired from outside the boat."

Come in, Lee. Come in.

Steve. Yeah?

That make you asked for on those two guys

that work for Bradshaw... Uh-huh.

Looks like you might have something, Mike.

That's it. It's the missing link.

You know that guy I told you about, Hunter?

That's not his real name.

It's Harper, like it said in the toolbox.

Wanted in Miami, two counts of assault.

One with intent to commit murder.

Bradshaw and Caldwell.

Marshall was the witness. They wanted him out of the way.

So they gave this guy a bonus for a little overtime.

Okay, save it.

Hunter.

Inspector.

What can we do for you?

You can take a ride with us.

What for?

For having two names.

All right, you. Hold it right there.

How long will that thing keep him down?

No time.

It's empty.

Look, man, I don't know anything more.

I swear I don't.

I didn't even know he was gonna kill anybody

until it was all over, and then it was too late.

I mean, it was over with then, right?

It's not over.

Who paid for the killing? Bradshaw?

I don't know. Skip never told me.

Okay. Book him.

Hey, w-wait a minute. Look...

Look, there are a couple things I know.

I-if I tell you, will you believe me

that I didn't know anything about the killing?

Let's find out.

Well, uh, Skip said that he told whoever it is

that... That he wanted out now. Uh, tonight.

And-and he was gonna meet 'em and pick up whatever it is

they promised to pay him.

But I don't know who, only where.

Where?

China Basin. He... He was gonna take the boat at midnight.

Okay, man, I told you about that.

Now you gotta believe me about the rest.

You gotta!

No.

A jury has to believe you, son.

Take him downtown.

Let's go.

You buy that?

Well, the...

kid has no reason to be lying now.

Sure puts a lot of kinks

into it though, doesn't it?

Something else I was thinking about.

Hunter works for Bradshaw.

There's no reason for them to meet in the China Basin

in the middle of the night.

You're right.

Could be Caldwell.

Or Bowen.

But how would he have known Hunter?

Well...

maybe we'll get all the answers tonight.

You know, uh, Mike...

there's one other kink we gotta work out.

What's that?

Did Anne Marshall happen to tell you

where she was this morning?

Annie?

Well, she came in on the plane from L.A. at noon.

I know. I know. But the, uh...

The hotel records say that she was in the suite

last night too.

Are you sure?

I double-checked it, Mike.

I called the airlines, and they confirmed

that an Anne Marshall was on the 11:00 flight

from L.A. last night...

and that someone fitting her description was on the 8:00

from SFO this morning.

Well, it doesn't make any sense.

What would she be hopping back and forth for?

And what has she got to cover up?

I couldn't figure out either.

But it does put her here in town when her husband got it.

Now, if you want, I'll arrange things for tonight, if...

If you want to talk to her in private.

All right.

I lied.

Why?

Because I... I didn't know what to do.

I wanted so much to protect Fred's name...

and his image...

and I saw how determined you were

to prove that he was murdered.

I felt I had to protect myself.

Did you think that...

I would suspect you of killing your husband?

I think you would suspect...

anyone of anything, Michael.

Your whole life seems to be made up

of suspicions and accusations.

Would I have any reason to suspect you?

I think you'd find reason.

If you dug deep enough.

And I knew you'd dig deeper.

If you found out I was here when Fred died.

You told me that you had talked to your husband.

And that he had been drinking heavily.

Is that true?

No.

I sat here... and I waited for him.

But he didn't come back.

It wasn't the first time.

So I caught a plane back to Los Angeles.

I didn't want one of those early-morning scenes ever again.

And there was a message from Boyd waiting for me...

when I got back to my friend's home.

You can check it out with them.

Their name is Banks.

Dr. and Mrs. Paul Banks.

Thanks, Anna.

What for?

Well, the coroner's report had your husband...

with a normal level of alcohol in his blood when he died.

Michael, what does that prove?

That I finally told the truth?

Maybe it means that I'm just being...

clever.

Clever enough not to lie about something...

that I couldn't be sure of.

Well... tsk, Michael,

I'd appreciate it if you left now.

I have an engagement tonight with Senator Bowen.

Oh, sure. I'll see you tomorrow.

No. No, I don't think so.

Senator Bowen has arranged for me to leave tomorrow.

With or without your permission.

Hunter?

No.

Mrs. Marshall.

Give me the gun.

How did you know?

We didn't.

Just knew that Hunter was gonna meet someone here.

You really would have used this on him, huh?

Yes.

That attempt on your life.

You staged that.

I left Mike to make the phone call the second

I knew he couldn't change his mind.

And you figured if Mike thought you were a target,

he'd never consider you a suspect, right?

I didn't think Fred's death

would be investigated in the first place,

if it looked like an accident.

Then, when you did investigate, I...

I tried to suggest suicide.

But nothing would stop you.

You know, Mike... I underestimated you.

But why your husband?

You wouldn't understand.

Why should you pay

the rest of your life for his mistake?

Isn't that it?

You couldn't divorce him.

That would be desertion.

That would be the wrong kind of image.

But a widow...

Then you could start all over again.

Find somebody else to keep you

where you have to be.

Don't you judge me.

Don't you dare judge me.

Listen, I tell you I found a new place?

It's over on Polk.

Pizzas.

Fantastic.

Also, got the largest beer mugs you ever seen.

Wanna give it a try after I drop the boat off?

My old man used to come in every night,

sit at the edge of my bed.

But he'd say,

"Every night, when the day is over, take a look at yourself.

"Inside yourself.

"See what happened.

"Take a look at the good things and the bad things.

"Especially the bad things. The mistakes.

"And tomorrow... "when the sun comes up,

"you'll be a smarter man.

A lot smarter."

Hit me tomorrow, will you, buddy boy?

Please.