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place I saw.

Ed, could you take me, please?

Sure.

Let's go.

Mr. Hamilton?

No, Clinton. Frank Clinton.

Where's Liz?

Yeah, well, Liz and I are engaged.

She called me. Where is she?

In the study. Okay.

How's your boy?

He's dead.

Okay.

eight feet, two inches from the body.

Everything in its place and a place for
everything.

He was very neat.

It's a far, far better thing that I do.

Neat, but not original.

For a neat boy, he used a torn piece of
paper.

And the corners... The corner's missing.

Ed, have you checked the waste paper
basket?

What did B mean?

I don't know.

I'm afraid there's no one around to tell
it.

All right.

Brian, close the door.

Is anyone interested in a rubber band
and a paper clip?

Make that two paper clips and two
straight pins.

In the bag, if you will.

A policeman broke

that to get in.

Ed, have you touched this latch?

No. The officer did it with a pen. It
was locked.

What's that?

I don't know.

Terry, you got one of those...

Frank Clinton?

Uh, yeah. And this is my partner, David
Wallings. I'm Chief Ironside.

It's okay to be here, isn't it? I mean,
as soon as Frank called, I got right

into my car.

It's all right, Mr. Wallings.

How's Miss Hamilton?

Oh, she's in her room.

I hope. The doctor gave her sedative.

Now, please sit down.

Okay.

Now, can you tell me about the family,
Mr. Clinton?

A lovely family. Really a lovely family.

Well, I met Liz a couple years ago.

Began dating her.

We fell in love.

Talked to getting married.

Did you spend much time with the boy?

We gave him an after -school job at the
plant.

Which plant is this?

That's the C &W Furniture.

Small but growing.

And you saw him almost every afternoon?

Well, not quite.

I'm out a good deal on sales.

I saw him every afternoon. He was a very
good boy.

Was he depressed?

No. No, not that I could see. But maybe
I'm not a very good judge.

I've been trying to win Donnie over to
accept that his mother and I will be

married. So maybe I tended to overlook
his bad mood, you see.

I take it then he resented the marriage.

Listen, he was a young boy.

Boys, they don't think like grown -ups.

You said he had bad moods.

Well, the boy had problems, yeah. But he
was working them out.

In therapy.

We'll talk to the therapist. He may have
an idea what triggered this.

Well, he hasn't seen his therapist for
the last two months.

Why not?

Well, I ran out of money.

See, Liz could not afford it. She
just... And there was nothing coming in

Donnie's father.

Well, paying for it was the least I
could do, because I figured that as long

Donnie resented me, we just couldn't get
married.

That's no longer a problem, is it?

Sergeant Brown, Officer Belding.

Belding?

Fran Belding, the good friend who
brought her the gun and taught her how

it. Maybe.

Well, what good did it do?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I
just... I think of that boy killing

Perhaps he didn't, Mr. Wallens.

Not on the desk, the door, or the
window.

You sound as if you'd come to a
conclusion.

I think somebody made sure there
wouldn't be any.

Donnie's fingerprints were on the gun
and on the note. Why nowhere else?

Not on the record or the record player.

The note?

It's authentic.

Handwriting's the same as a loose -leaf
binder full of classroom assignments.

The stuff we scraped off the door was
wax.

You want to see the report?

Yes.

I don't believe he killed himself.

Then who did?

I don't know.

It's just a feeling.

What kind of feeling?

I don't know.

Maybe it's... Maybe it's because I'm
sorry I gave Liz that gun.

Officer Belding, what do you want?

A few days off so you can feel sorry for
yourself?

No way.

Then suppose you expend your energies in
pursuing the case.

Did Donnie have any visitors yesterday
afternoon?

How did he spend his afternoon?

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Goodbye.

How about me?

I think you ought to see a doctor.

There's no simple answer to that
question.

Hit me with it anyway.

Okay, I saw Donald twice a week for
about a year.

When his parents were divorced, when
they split.

Donald did what a lot of kids do. He
blamed himself for their breakup.

He had immense feelings of guilt.

But when I first met him, he could
handle it. He could talk about it.

Although the divorce was almost four
years old by then, but he had a

to talk about it like he was reliving
it.

How did he feel about his old man?

Donald loved his father very deeply.

I had the feeling that he hoped that one
day if he was a good boy, that is, if

he redeemed himself somehow, that his
father and mother would be reunited. And

that's all he talked about almost every
session that we were together.

Yeah, but she's planning to marry some
other dude.

You see, Donald lived in two worlds.

A fantasy world where his dreams came
true, where he was successful, and a

rather shabby world that he constructed
out of his own sense of guilt.

And failure.

So, uh, he lived in both of these worlds
at the same time, and eventually he

would have had to make a choice, you
know, one of these two worlds, but,

I thought it was too soon to force this
decision.

Were there any indications that he might
kill himself?

No.

Unless I missed a signal somewhere.

The chief didn't actually say he agrees
with me.

He kind of doubted you, didn't he?

That rumor.

Locked from the inside.

And the gun was over eight feet away.

Why? I don't know. Maybe the recoil
threw it over there.

I suppose it cleared away all the other
fingerprints, too.

Fran, we're chasing down all the freaky
things.

But if we wind up with logical reasons
for them... What is it you're trying to

say? I'm trying to say you're going to
have to let it go. You can't spend the

rest of your life trying to prove Donnie
was an innocent human. I can spend the

rest of my life trying to get at the
truth.

Unless you have a monopoly on it.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Okay.

Why don't you go in and make sure Liz is
all right? I'll check out the numbers.

Liz? Liz?

Oh, I didn't mean to. No, please, I was
just thinking.

Time out from thinking.

How about some coffee or something?

There are so many ifs.

Yet more than I hadn't devoured.

If I could have spent more time with
Donny.

If he could have continued with his
therapy.

If I hadn't had that gun in the house.

If you never married, never had a child.

Ever since I met Frank, things have been
different.

Donnie knew it. He could feel it.

I loved him, Fran.

But I suppose, in a way, I resented him,
too. It's a terrible thing to say.

I was Donnie's prisoner.

He was protecting me.

Do you know why there's a bolt on this
door?

He put it there.

He said if I was going to lock him out
of my life, he'd lock me out of his.

Do you know what I told him?

I told him I'd pay for it.

You're entitled to your life, too.

That's what my husband said.

That's what the divorce was all about.

He wanted his freedom. He didn't want to
be bothered with a house or a mortgage.

Or a wife and a son.

Does he know about Donnie?

I don't know where he is.

He stopped sending the check three years
ago.

My letters kept coming back.

I came out trying to find him.

He didn't care about Donnie then. Why
should he now?

Fran?

In here.

Next door neighbor saw a man come into
the house with Donnie at around 5 o

'clock. He stayed 20 minutes, then came
out.

In the description, it sounds like
Frank.

Neighbor also says the hi -fi started
about that time. It was very loud.

Loud enough to cover the sound of a
shot.

Are you implying that Brad... No.

But there are a few things that don't
fit, Liz.

There is a possibility that Donnie
didn't kill himself.

But if he didn't... No, no, the music
hasn't anything to do with it.

He always played it too loud.

I told him a hundred times.

He loved to lock himself in here.

Turn it up.

Room volume, he called it.

It was the one he was playing.

You've heard it.

But if he didn't... Didn't? We're not
sure of anything, Liz.

We're not sure of anything at all.

Money? Donnie's.

He saved his pay from the plant in an
envelope.

He must have had a very good job.

Well, five big ones and a lot for a kid
to have stashed away.

Liz has no idea where he might have
gotten it. He didn't get it working part

-time. All right, we can assume he
didn't come by it legitimately.

Or his mother would have known. You
think he stole it? But where would he

that kind of bread?

By the place where he worked.

Clinton's place.

It's small.

They wouldn't keep this kind of cash
around.

I would dust it for prints.

If it fits anyone at that furniture
plant, then they do keep that kind of

around.

Sometimes in the heat of the moment.

That's why Frank's the outside man.

If I yell up in the scenes, nobody
cancels orders.

I understand, Mr. Walms.

The last phone to tell me you were
coming, it's about me driving Donnie

isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Well, what's the problem? One of us
always took him home. Usually me.

David wasn't here, and I was.

So I drove him home.

You didn't mention it.

It was a police moment at work.

A joke.

It's a joke.

I'd better get out of here before she
arrests me for something.

If you need me, I'll be yelling at the
team, Mr. Belding.

I didn't mention it.

I didn't think it was relevant.

I mean, like David said, it's not
unusual.

I drove the kid home whenever I could
because that was important to me, that

Donnie and I be friends.

Were you making progress?

I thought so.

He was even letting me look over some of
his schoolwork.

Not to criticize it, just to share.

Test papers, book reports, things like
that.

Did he give you a book report recently?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, he did.

You still have it?

Yeah, I think so. I hadn't gotten around
to reading it yet. It's in here

someplace.

Yeah, yeah, here it is.

It's a tale of two cities.

May I see it, please?

Yes.

Dickens justified the sacrifice of
Sidney Carton by having him say...

Page five seems to be missing.

Yeah, well, I... I don't know where it
could be.

Do you recall what it was that Dickens
had Sidney Carton say?

It is a far, far better thing that I do
than I have ever done.

It is a far, far, far, far better rest
that I go to than I have ever known.

Look, maybe,

listen, I don't know how this...

to lock my desk here, I guess Donnie
must have taken it back.

Perhaps.

Wait a minute. Are you implying I had
something to do with Donnie's death?

You were the last person you'd see in
Milan.

I thought all this was just routine.

Incredible.

I mean, I try to be Donnie's friend, and
suddenly I find myself defending an act

of kindness.

I just gave the kid a ride home. Is that
criminal?

You also went inside with it.

Yes, I did. He finally asked me to come
into his room, in his private domain, to

hear his new record.

Well, that was encouraging to me, you
see, because I thought maybe Donnie was

finally accepting me.

Because he invited you into his room?

Yeah, that, and because we actually
talked a little in the car.

What about?

Oh, I don't know.

Life, I guess. About the rotten things
adults do to each other.

Now, give me a concrete example, and he
almost did.

Then he changed his mind. He said
something like, I'd probably find out

sometime.

But the point is that in the year and a
half that I knew him, it was a first

personal conversation I'd ever really
had with a boy.

You said you met his mother about two
years ago.

Yeah. She works in a firm I was trying
to sell to at that time. We just started

the business, and I was out beating the
bushes for orders.

Where did you work before here, Mr.
Clinton?

Is that important?

I was just curious.

I worked out of state, someplace you
wouldn't know about. But look how long

this inquisition go on. I mean, I cared
for Donnie. I really cared for that boy,

and I love his mother. I had high, high
hopes.

I'm sure.

But you did stop his psychiatric care.

I told you, some unexpected expenses
came up. I couldn't afford it any

Well, maybe I could have managed
somehow, but... Well, it's too late now,

it?

I really thought he was going to come
around.

I really thought it would all work out.

He just needs a father.

And I was hoping it could be me.

Well, aren't you a rat?

Something? No.

I would like you to go with Officer
Belding.

We'd like a set of your fingerprints.

What are you trying to do to me?

Why don't you leave Frank alone?

I'm trying to help you.

How?

By accusing Frank of killing Donnie.

No one's accusing him of anything.
Donnie committed suicide. He killed

It's finished.

But it is possible that Donnie didn't
kill himself.

The room was locked.

He did it. He's dead.

Just leave it like that, will you?

Liz.

Clinton isn't his real name.

It's Cameron, Frank Cameron.

He told me you'd find that out when you
took his fingerprints.

Did he also tell you that he served 18
months in prison for theft?

I've known that for some time, although
it wasn't theft.

There was some money missing where he
worked.

He tried to cover for the man, to give
him time to pay it back.

But it all blew up and he had to serve a
year and a half.

He swears he didn't touch a cent of that
money.

He came here, changed his name and went
to work.

Maybe you think it was stupid of him to
have changed his name.

But who would hire him?

Who would go into business with him?

He'd paid his debt.

Why did he have to pay it again?

Please, Ram, I can't believe that Frank
would have done anything to hurt Donnie.

Please don't make me choose between
them.

Well, Frank Linton made regular deposits
in his savings account for nearly two

years. What about the withdrawals?

Well, he withdrew $2 ,500 March 10th,
another $2 ,500 April 17th.

And that explains fingerprints on the
bread in Donnie's room. The kid was

shaking down.

Not necessarily.

The lab report on the money said the
only recognizable fingerprints were

Clinton's. They didn't say anything
about Donnie's. Yeah, but he had it in

possession. His prints have to be in the
bill.

You think the lab assumed we would know
that and didn't think it would be

necessary to put it in the report?

Sure, wouldn't you?

At this point, I don't assume a thing.

You know you're driving in circles.

I know I... You also know that nobody
with right mind would ticket this car

parking overtime.

I know that, too.

Well, then let's stop for a minute so
you can fill me in.

There's nothing to fill you in on yet.

Aren't you going to tell me anything at
all?

Yes.

I want you to go to the lab and tell
them when I ask for a report, I expect a

complete report.

Donnie's fingerprints are on the money.
I want to see it in writing.

Yes, sir.

And? And buy me some dental floss.

Dental floss?

Anything you want to see, just look
around. There's nothing to hide.

So, you already know that Frank Clinton
is Frank Cameron.

Certainly there's nothing to hide after
that.

I was hoping to see Mr. Cameron.

No, not today. I gave him the day off. I
blamed him for taking a week off.

You fellas.

Sure, I know you have a job to do, but
this doing a job and doing a job, you

don't have to wear a man down, break him
into little pieces and walk all over

him.

I mean, suppose, just suppose, he didn't
do anything.

Then what?

Say, um, sorry?

And then it's all over?

Here, have a drink.

How long have you known Clinton wasn't a
real man?

From the time we started our place.

I tell you, he's honest.

He said to me, David, he said.

Then he told me the whole story.

I admired him for his courage, for his
desire to be open.

I tell you, that man is honest.

Where is he now?

If he has any brains, he's with Liz,
telling her not to listen to you.

What did you think? He's running away?

He's hiding?

I most sincerely hope not.

And change your identity.

You do what you have to do.

Including paying a blackmailer?

In the last two months, you've drawn $5
,000 from your savings account.

Yes, that's right.

Who was blackmailing you?

I don't know. I mean, I don't know. The
threats came in the mail along with the

instructions on where to leave the
money.

You have no idea where they came from?

That's right. I have no idea.

They were addressed to me, to Frank
Cameron.

Whoever sent them seemed to know enough
about me to make it worth my while to

pay off. So I paid off.

You still have the letters?

I burned them.

You didn't make any effort to find out
who was blackmailing you. No!

Going to the police might admit
publicity, right?

We could have kissed the business
goodbye.

Besides, the police don't bend over
backwards for ex -cons.

Did you know Donnie had $5 ,000 in cash
hidden in his room with your

fingerprints all over it?

What are you talking about?

Did Donnie know of your past?

Well, I... He could have overheard me
telling Liz.

I suppose.

But if he knew, why would the boy do
such a thing?

Get rid of you, perhaps?

Didn't you tell me that he resented you,
that you were a threat to him, to his

relationship with his mother?

Liz.

I'm sorry, Liz, but I believe Donnie did
kill himself.

No matter what anyone else here says,
that room was locked from the inside.

Locked, but not necessarily from the
inside.

Go ahead and lock the window.

Dental floss.

Polished cotton fiber.

Covered with refined wax.

In other words, a piece of string with a
built -in lubricant.

Now, what I'm going to say is going to
sound crazy.

What I... Liz, I swear I believe Donnie.

Donnie's trying to frame me.

How could he do that?

Just right here.

Liz, when did Donnie put the bolt on the
door? When? About three months ago.

All right. That's just before the
blackmailing began, right? Just before

blackmailing began.

I told you. He resented the idea of us
getting married.

Well, tell him why. Tell him.

He had the feeling that...

His father and I, we... We'd get back
together again if no one got in the way.

And you were in the way, so Donnie
blackmailed you.

Yeah, to get me out of town.

Or if I failed to, well,

to provide me with a motive.

You're making my son out to be some kind
of a monster. No, no, he was just a

sick boy, Liz. He was sick.

That could solve his problems. I mean,
he thought in his mind he was to blame

for the divorce.

And if he were not hanging around and I
was out of the way, then his mother and

his father could be reunited.

I can't believe that.

Yeah, well, would you rather believe I
killed him, Liz?

I've already considered everything
you've brought up, Mr. Clinton.

It could be the truth.

It is the truth. It is the truth.

Except for the gun.

It was over eight feet away from him.

Yeah. Well, I... I can't answer that.

I'm surprised.

You've done so well up to now.

Could have been easy enough for Donnie
to have set it up.

Ed? Excuse me.

We found some of these on the floor.

Yeah.

So that's how he did it?

We didn't say that.

That's how it might have been done.

That's how his killer wanted it to look.

Well, I... You're confusing me.

Exactly.

If it wasn't you, it had to be Donnie.
If it wasn't Donnie, it had to be you.

I don't understand.

If Donnie could have set up a suicide to
point at Frank, so could anyone else.

And if for some reason Frank had an
ironclad alibi, it would come right back

Donnie again.

Isn't that right, Mr. Willems?

Have you lost me?

No, I haven't.

Donnie's murderer wanted both Donnie and
Frank Clinton out of the way with no

suspicion on himself.

If Frank had been convicted, he'd have
spent the rest of his days thinking

Donnie had done it to him instead of
you.

Me?

What kind of a joke is that?

No joke.

You weren't at the plant that afternoon,
and the kitchen door is always open

during the day.

You were here, waiting for Donnie to get
home.

Frank, would you tell me what he's
talking about?

He blackmailed Frank, took the note out
of his desk and planted it here in

Donnie's room.

Why would I do a thing like that? I love
them, all of them.

Strange way of showing it.

Adults do rotten things to each other.
Isn't that what Donnie said?

Yes. But he wasn't talking about you or
his father or his mother.

He was talking about your partner.

I don't understand anything that's
happening. I mean, nothing.

Didn't you see Donnie trying to leave
word for us while you were talking to

getting him into position to shoot him?

Kickoff.

He scratched out off and wrote B, kick
B. He never finished.

Kick B.

Kickbacks, Mr. Wallens.

Donnie saw you taking kickbacks from
your suppliers, something you didn't

Frank to know about, something he could
have sent you to jail for.

That's a lie.

No, it's not.

I checked it out.

Two of them already admitted it, and
we'll talk to the others.

David.

David.

More than a few.

And a lot of money.

I needed it.

I was going to make it up to you,
surprise you with half.

But as far as the rest, me kill Donnie,
I was nowhere near here.

If you came here to kill Donnie, you
wouldn't have parked near the house.

You'd have parked somewhere else and
walked.

Through the back alley and through the
backyard.

You'd have waited, made sure Clinton was
gone, then talked to Donnie, gotten him

set up.

Afterward, you would have walked back,
back to 1800 Resnau Drive, where you

ticketed for parking in excess of one
hour, just about the time Donnie was

killed.

I was only going to talk to him.

He didn't like Frank. I thought he'd
help me out because of that.

For a while, he kept his mouth shut. He
was such a good boy.

But I could see... I could see Frank was
winning him over.

He would have told... I know he would
have told...

I couldn't live with that.

I mean, the

thought of prison terrifies me.

I'm not the kind of man who could
survive.

We're going to find out, Mr. Woolens.

Don't lose that thought.