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I choose to believe that it was David. He would have inherited over 80 million

dollars. Can I interest you in a nightcap?

Yes.

So, did your little San Francisco honey get off all right?

She sure did, right on time.

You thinking maybe you'd like to have a blonde partner?

You win some, you lose some.

Hold it, police!

Is there anything else I can offer you? I think you already have.

You like the food, Joe? Oh, that food was great.

I don't know why you say that.

Good wine. Yeah, that was great.

Good for you. Let me see.

I got that here somewhere.

Joe.

Oh, there it is. Yeah.

I'll drive.

Oh, I can drive.

That's great. Where's Henry?

He went to go wait in the car.

Joe Ellis was a private eye.

Private eye, huh?

Damn world's not safe for anybody, McCall.

We'll talk to Henry.

See anybody in there?

No.

I thought you said Hendricks was in the back of that car. Well, that's where I

left him, and he's not there.

He's not? No.

Excuse me.

You can understand that I had to calm down everybody inside.

When is all this going to be taken care of?

We're going to be out of here as soon as we can.

Now, listen, you said Hendricks was a regular for this restaurant? He comes

quite often.

The dead man I've never seen before.

But Mr. Hendricks said that it was a good friend of his.

Did anybody stop by their table while they were having their meal?

Not that I saw. I must, I must really go back inside now.

I want to talk to you a little bit later on. I'll be there.

Um, you know, if I were Mr. Hendricks, I wouldn't have hung around here either.

Yeah, why's that?

Because I think the shot was intended for Mr. Hendricks.

Why do you say that? The man who got shot was drunk.

Now, he stumbled in front of Mr. Hendricks just as the shot...

So how we doing?

Inquire in.

You don't think this guy took Philip Marlowe too seriously, do you?

This guy's a real detective's detective.

Don't tell me a bottle.

Yeah, three of them.

Two of them aren't empty.

Well, everything in its place and a place for everything. Aren't these

attractive? What size are they?

Hey, I live right.

Hendricks Davis.

Nada hombre.

Joe Wallace.

Looks like it's dead.

David Hendricks.

There's an answering machine on the phone back here. Did you check it out?

Yeah, I listened to it. It's blank.

Think he raped it?

What are you doing here? Who are you people?

I'm Sergeant Hunter. This is Sergeant McCall, Metropolitan Homicide.

Where's David? Who are you?

What are you doing here? What's happened?

Well, who are you?

I'm Jill Tyler, David's fiancée. And I want to know what's going on.

Where's David? And who let you in here?

Do you have a search warrant?

Yeah. Well, I'd like to see it.

says Joe Ellis for an address on Pico.

I want you out of here. Why?

I don't have to answer that.

You are here illegally, and I want you out now. Whoa, whoa, whoa. We are not

here illegally.

David Hendricks fled the scene of a crime, a homicide, I might add, and we

to find him in his office. He wasn't there, so we came here. You didn't have

right to break in here. Will you shut up a minute?

We came to the back door, and it was open, so we came inside, which we had

right to do under the circumstances.

We found evidence that Hendricks packed a suitcase and he let himself out the

back door.

You know Joe Ellis?

Yes. And did you know that he was shot to death last night?

David didn't kill him.

Joe was working for David.

Yeah, what was he working on?

I don't think I should answer that.

Hendricks left the scene after the shooting.

We haven't found him. Now we think he's in a lot of danger. That's why we're

here.

Look, I haven't heard anything from David since yesterday.

It's not like him to go a whole night without calling me.

What kind of danger?

Well, we think he might have been the intended victim last night.

Was anybody after him?

Yes.

His stepmother.

She pushed David's father out of a 16th -story window three weeks ago in San

Francisco.

Pretty nice view from up here.

Depends on which way you're looking.

Sergeant Foster, was it night or day when he was pushed out of here?

We haven't proved yet that he was pushed.

He may have jumped.

Was there any basis for that theory?

He just suffered a severe emotional trauma.

He and his wife had been married a couple of years and were expecting a

Revitalized his whole life.

Apparently, that was all he could talk about, becoming a father again at his

age. He was 63.

His wife suffered a miscarriage two days before he went out this window.

How old was she?

29, I think.

Anyway, the problem is there were no witnesses.

No one saw him come into this hotel, and he had no known reason for being here.

Well, where was his wife when this happened?

Still in the hospital.

I guess you know her stepson thinks Mrs. Hendricks tried to kill her husband. I

know he hasn't been shy about saying that.

But not only was she in the hospital at the time, there is no evidence of any

motive. Although Mr. Hendricks was a very wealthy man, so there's a whole lot

money at stake.

Do you think you could possibly arrange so we could meet Miss Hendricks?

Sure, she's been very cooperative.

Look, can we just get some lunch in the coffee shop first? I'll phone her from

there. Sure.

Cooperative.

Very, very cooperative.

Are you talking about Mrs. Hendricks or Sergeant Foster?

You cannot stand it when there's a beautiful woman around, can you? Another

beautiful woman.

Nice save.

It sure was.

I'll let them explain when they get there, Mrs. Hendricks.

They'll appreciate your seeing them.

And thanks.

She's home and she said to come right over.

No, no.

Shall we, girls?

Your cut of this is about $9 .75.

Leave her a good tip. She was great.

Since we're dealing with a woman who's lost a baby and a husband in the last

three weeks, we'll keep it as brief and painless as possible. You've been

dealing with her once. You just take the lead.

I don't think you'll have to pussyfoot. If her husband was murdered, she wants

to know who and why.

My husband held onto that stock for over 20 years. Now, you'll have to give me a

better reason than that to sell it.

Yes, Arnold, that's my decision. I will speak with you later. Thank you.

Ah, yes, Sergeant Foster. Hello.

Yes, Mrs. Hendricks, this is Sergeant McCall and Sergeant Hunter. Hello. How

you? I understand you want to talk to me about David Hendricks.

Yes.

David Hendricks disappeared the other night after an associate of his was shot

to death out in front of a Los Angeles restaurant.

And you think David did it?

No, no, we don't think he did it. We think he was scared and took off

well, he might have thought the shot was meant for him.

Well, I can't imagine who would try to kill David.

He's a wimp.

I mean, David doesn't have any friends or enemies. He's, like I said, he's a

wimp. Do you think there could be any connection with what happened to David

the death of your husband?

David certainly is connected with my husband's death.

I believe he hired someone to do it. He denied that, Mrs. Hendricks, while

attached to a polygraph.

Which proves nothing.

Money, however, buys whatever services you want it to.

And David thought there was a fortune at stake.

His fortune.

Well, can you clarify that? What do you mean?

David was afraid that his father would change his will once our baby was born.

Are you saying that David didn't know about the miscarriage? It wasn't front

page news.

But that's not all he didn't know.

He didn't know that his father had already changed his will.

Are you talking about leaving a share of the estate to the unborn child?

Leaving all of the estate to me.

With provisions for a trust fund for David of $100 ,000 annually.

You don't think your husband tried to kill himself, do you? No.

John was not the kind of man to commit suicide.

Someone killed him, and I choose to believe that it was David.

He would have inherited over $80 million from his father's old will.

David chooses to believe she did it. I think the key to that puzzle is who took

the shot at David.

Well, we might be able to answer that question before we better down in Los

Angeles. Look, would you feel that I was intruding if I asked to join you there?

Well, not at all. I think we can extend you that courtesy.

Besides, I think we could always use an extra pair of eyes and ears.

Right, Sergeant?

Right.

And what else?

You both questioned her, right?

I mean, she'd recognize either of you.

She sure would.

So while you're in there, how about ordering us some lunch, huh?

Hamburger for me and a head of lettuce for the big guy.

Okay.

Yeah, I will.

Okay. Bye.

Well, a day in the life of Jill Tyler.

Pretty fascinating.

I think I'm going to call in for some shift relief.

I guess I'll go home and do something real exciting like watch my plants grow.

Sorry today was such a bust.

Yeah, I've been a cop for nine years. I know the routine.

I just don't know how long my department is going to let me stay down here if I

don't come up with something.

Maybe tomorrow will be better for her.

Would she still leave tonight?

Yeah, she does.

Where does a hungry, unmarried woman dinner this time?

Not that one. How did a nice girl like me... You know, I could ask you the same

question. Yeah, but you're more interesting than I am.

Well, first I tried selling.

And then office work. And then more selling. And then finally, one day, I

face it.

I wanted to be a cop.

I don't know, something about the thrill of the chase.

The thrill of the what? Oh, you know, chasing the unexpected, the

Be exciting.

I see what you mean.

I knew you would.

You know, my room has got one of those refrigerators full of tiny

little liquor bottles.

Can I interest you in a nightcap?

Yes.

that you are not really a drinking man, are you, Rick?

No, I'm not.

Is there anything else I can offer you? I think you already have.

So, did your plants grow last night?

Not an inch.

Yours?

Here she come.

Well, where everything's going, she's in a big hurry to get there. She's

probably late for a manicure in Malibu.

If she drives all the way to San Francisco, just drop me off.

Hi.

I missed you.

Oh, I missed you.

How are you?

I'm okay now.

I'm dying of boredom, but I'm okay.

I'm a police officer.

Police? Why the hell did you say so?

Come on.

Why are you so convinced that she tried to kill you?

You think it really makes that much of a difference to Mrs. Hendricks whether or

not you're dead or alive?

Sure as hell does.

She was scared to death when she found out that I hired Joe Ellis to prove she

killed my father.

Did Joe Ellis find anything?

You're damn right he did.

He found out that she had a lover, for one thing. A long -time lover.

The San Francisco Police Department could not find anything to support that,

Hendricks. Are you telling me your private investigator was doing a better

than we were? Hey, however it sounds to you, Sergeant.

Sounds to me like Joe Ellis was feeding you a load of garbage to keep the checks

coming in.

Did he give you any evidence?

The man's name, for instance? No, no.

But he'd have found it, given enough time.

Can't you see what happened?

Casey got her boyfriend to take care of my dad's murder for her. Oh, she was a

very persuasive woman.

She got my dad to marry her three weeks after they met.

Well, we understood that your father was very much in love with her.

He probably was.

And the pitiful thing is he was so damn proud of that baby.

It probably wasn't even his.

Mrs. Hendricks was scared to death with the loss of the baby that...

David's father would change the will back to the way it was before she got

pregnant. You know, we have got a load of theories here and nothing to prove

of them, which is exactly where I started three weeks ago.

See, that's why I hired Joe Ellis and why I'm going to hire somebody else to

take his place.

My father's money doesn't mean squat to me. I got money of my own, and I'm

willing to spend every damn dime of it to prove that Casey, my stepmother, had

my father killed.

In the meantime, where can we contact you? Will you be going back to your

No. I'll be staying out of sight.

I'll be staying here until I can find someplace else.

That is, if I can get you a word that this address isn't going to show up on

some police report. You've got our word.

Whose place is this?

It belongs to a friend of mine.

It's out of the country. He doesn't even know I'm using the place.

Breaking and entering?

I didn't break anything.

I know where he hides the key.

I'm staying here with you tonight.

No, you're not. Look, we've already had this out. You're going home. David. And

staying there.

I don't want anybody else following you out here.

Look, unless there are any more questions, Jill and I'd like to be alone

while. Sure.

I've been wondering why is it that nobody seems to believe his father

suicide?

Half my department thinks he did.

But you don't.

I don't know.

All I know for sure is that it's time I got back to the city.

Not your city, mine.

Thanks for everything.

You ever get up my way again, give me a call. We'll do better than that.

We'll keep in close touch until there's awful things taking care of, won't we?

Bye -bye.

You thinking maybe you'd like to have a blonde partner?

Gee, I'm sorry you hate it.

Hunter,

I don't know her well enough not to like her.

I just wonder how she can afford a cash -a -rail suit on a cop's salary.

Zombies?

Yes.

They are my servant.

Did you think we could do it alone?

You scared the hell out of me.

Sorry, I didn't mean to.

May I come in?

By all means.

I'm alone.

So, what's up?

You found something?

No, but I'm going back to San Francisco on the 11 p .m. flight tonight. I'd like

to go over some notes with you.

Notes? What notes? You people haven't done anything to make any notes about.

Now, Mr. Hendricks, I don't think that's very fair. We have all worked extremely

hard on this case, and if you will just go over a few puzzling points with me, I

am sure we will be that much closer to solving this thing.

Okay. Sorry.

I guess I got a little cabin fever.

What are you drinking?

Scotch. Strong, single -still scotch. You want some?

Sure. Might help warm up the climate in here.

We have something in common.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

Old movies.

I hate old movies.

Now, about your questions.

Thank you.

The last time you spoke to your father was three days before his death,

Yes.

We spoke at least twice a week.

We were very close.

Yes, your phone records verify that.

But there were no records of any phone calls in or out on the night your father

died.

Why should there be?

Jill was with me that night.

And I talked to my father a couple of nights before.

You told Sergeant Hunter you have a handgun and a permit. May I see them

please?

Why? What has this got to do with this case?

Humor me, Mr.

Hendricks.

Please.

I suppose you want the permit too.

I don't think that will be necessary.

Julie, you didn't lead anybody here.

It's not your fault.

The fact is, Miss Tyler, it looks as if David killed himself.

You had nothing to do with it.

I left David at 9 o 'clock last night, and he was fine.

Fine.

He didn't kill himself.

Cases like this drive me crazy.

Why? What do you mean?

You're sure you're on to the answer, and suddenly the whole thing turns to

sludge.

So you think he killed himself?

No forced entry. His own gun in his own hand. A prime suspect in a murder case.

Could be.

Well, we have a definite M .O. here.

I think the killer tries to make it look like suicide, and that makes him one

deliberate killer.

You know, I don't think deliberate, no.

You know, guys, you win some, you lose some. It hurts, but it goes with the

territory. Sometimes the bad guys just get away with it.

Ain't that the truth.

What?

Allow me.

So,

did

your little San Francisco honey get off all right?

She did, right on time.

That's nice.

What is it about your attitude?

What is it about your piercing whistle?

I'm going home.

Good.

I'll walk you to your car.

You steal my heart.

Well, you win some, you lose some.

I wonder who said that.

Well, you're a cop. You ought to know that by now.

Do you really think that David Hendricks tried to kill himself?

And what if I do?

I'm going to try to get myself a new part. You won't find one as cute as me.

think you're right.

So what makes you think he didn't do it? How much time you got?

How much time you need.

He had a beautiful fiance and a bank balance that either one of us could kill

for, right? Yes.

A few hours before he's killed, he tells us he's going to spend every cent he

has to find the guy that killed his father. Does that sound like someone

going to blow his brains out?

It's probably best we both sleep on this.

Together.

Don Johnson.

You wish.

Nightly.

What do I owe this pleasure? What, mud wrestling over for the evening?

I've been thinking.

Want applause?

You go to bed dressed like that every single night?

That is going to remain one of life's little secrets.

Before I start, I must have some coffee.

What, you see a sign outside that says open all night?

You know, Valerie Foster is very strange.

She didn't want to go steady or what?

I'm going to plunge right into this, okay?

Fine, plunge.

Now, you know, Valerie and I, we... Yes, I know.

Don't get me wrong. It was okay.

I don't want to hear the details.

But she acted very strange about it.

So we'll get to the point.

She was faking it.

You know, they're going to be serving ice water in hell before I ever confide

you about anything I do again, really. I'm sorry. I am sorry. Really, I am.

Hunter, but listen.

Do you really think that you can tell when a woman is faking it? You know what

I'm saying? Yeah.

Hunter, she chose to go to bed with you, so why would she fake it? To get closer

to me.

Well, she certainly did that.

She thought I was going to be one of those after -sex talkers to find out

you and I were doing, what we knew about the case. And how about the fact that

she was pushing that suicide deal on us? Come on. I mean, you and I both know

David Henry did not shoot himself, right?

Welcome back, partner.

Well, I was never away.

Well, that's debatable.

How about that coffee now?

Fine.

And right after the coffee, I think we should go to San Francisco to check her

out. Can I change first?

I like the way you are right now.

Well, we're about 21 miles outside of San Francisco. You think she's headed

to Los Angeles?

I don't think so. Not the way she's dressed.

She's got herself a date.

She's slowing down.

Bet I know what you're thinking about.

Think it's that boyfriend, the one the private eye talked about?

No.

Well, what?

I think we're gonna see more.

Okay.

So which one of us gets to go to sleep first?

You. Me?

Why am I the lucky one? Why not?

I mean, it's not because I'm a woman, I'm the weaker sex and all that.

You want to go to the moon? No.

Get in the back.

Oh, you're trying to make up, huh?

Yeah, just go to sleep.

Okay, wake me up in three hours, or if they leave, whichever comes first.

I'll wake you up when I get tired.

Okay, fine.

Gee, what is your problem, anyway?

What, do you think she's in there faking it with him?

Give me my coat back.

I was only kidding. Give me the coat back. I was only kidding.

Jeez.

Good night.

Good night.

What do you want to eat at the marina?

Looks cold out, Val.

When do I get my mink?

As soon as the dust clears.

But you will look better in sable.

Who wouldn't?

Thank God this is over.

Amen to that.

Good morning.

Yeah, the right to remain silent, to give up that right. There is no need to

read us our rights. Thank you. Neither of us has any intention of saying

anything to either of you.

Well, then maybe I ought to call a lawyer.

Casey, I want you to get in the car and go directly home. Do not talk to anyone

on the phone and do not let anyone in. There's something I have to do and I'll

be by later. There is nothing to worry about.

Just do as I say.

Go!

Well, it tells me all I need to know.

Well, what's that?

You never would have let her drive off if you thought you had anything.

Well, we do have this.

You and a principal in a homicide know each other.

Intimately. You can't prove that.

We spent a few hours together at her beach house. That is not even a mystery.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a bag to pack.

And don't try to follow me when I go. I'll be on red light and silent.

Getting good, isn't it?

Let's take her in just a hell of a bit.

Well, let's not. I'm starving.

We can have breakfast. At least we can make that stick.

Yeah, come on.

I think we found out who killed Hendricks, senior and junior.

We've got two suspects and one problem. The problem is one of the suspects turns

out to be a San Francisco police officer.

You gotta be putting me on, Hunter. No, I'm not. Now, if we take this puny

evidence we have to the San Francisco police, they're going to laugh in our

faces. So what I'd like to do is kind of avoid those people.

And do what? Well, we're not sure yet.

Is McCall there?

Yes. Put her on.

She doesn't trust me.

I asked Hunter, now I'm going to ask you. What is your game plan?

Well, um... Right now, we really don't have one.

We think they might have gotten away with it.

Hello?

You still there?

McCall, are you sure you and Hunter are in full possession of all your marbles?

Well, maybe not.

We haven't had anything to eat yet, and we spent the night in a rented car, you

know?

McCall, I'll tell you what. You and Hunter go out and have a nice, wholesome

breakfast.

Talk your problem over.

Maybe come up with an idea or two. Then call me back.

Would you like to do that?

Yes, sir.

He doesn't trust me either.

Good, let's see.

It's Sergeant McCall, Mrs. Hendricks. I'd like to speak with you.

No, I'm sorry. I can't talk to you. Just go away.

Mrs. Hendricks, I will do all the talking. You don't have to say a word.

No. Mrs. Hendricks, if you don't talk with me now, I can go and get a court

order and come back later. You'll have to do a whole lot more than just listen

to me.

I don't have to say anything?

Not if you don't want to.

This is as far as you get.

Valerie's going to tell you that there's nothing to worry about.

She's wrong.

You'll be real surprised, Mrs. Hendricks, at what's going to come out.

I'm talking about everything that Valerie's been putting a cork into.

We're going to assume that your friend, Sergeant Foster, did the actual killing.

And we could assume, for argument's sake, that you were completely unaware

what she was doing.

I have nothing to say.

Mrs. Hendricks, my partner followed Valerie when she left the beach house.

For all I know, he's talking to her right now trying to get her to cop a

And I think he'll have a real good chance of doing that since they slept

together when she came to L .A.

Now, if Valerie plea bargained, she could get off with a nice little short

sweet sentence.

In exchange for helping the DA put you away for life, not to mention the gas

chamber. Do you understand what I'm saying?

I have nothing to say.

Are you finished?

She's a cop, Casey.

She knows all the tricks.

Now, we can only deal with one of you, and we would like to deal with you.

Now, Casey, you don't have to say anything.

Whatever you say could be used against you in a court of law, and you do have

the right to have an attorney present.

But you also retain the right to speak with me if you choose.

All right, thank you for talking with me.

And Casey, do yourself a favor and think about it, all right?

Think about it.

She listened.

I think she was about ready to talk, too. And he read her rights?

And that, as they say, was that.

Who is it? It's me.

I thought you'd never get here. One of those cops called.

She was here.

You let her in?

No, I talked with her at the door.

She threatened to get a court order.

You're an idiot.

She said with you off the case and somebody else on it, all kinds of things

would come out that you had covered up. That is cop talk, Casey.

What did you say to her?

Nothing. I am not an idiot, Val.

Casey, everything is going to be fine.

I went and saw Thomas Byrne. He's the best criminal lawyer in the country.

What did you go see him for?

Hey, baby, we may not be in heavy danger, but we will probably need a

Then again, maybe not.

Valerie, you said there's no way we can lose, baby, because I'm on the inside

looking out. Isn't that how it went? We won't lose. Hunter and McCall know about

us. That's all.

Listen, if they had had any hard evidence, they would have cuffed us both

morning. Then why did you go see that lawyer without talking to me first and

tell him the whole story?

Hey, chill out.

Lawyers need to know the facts.

And just what were those facts that you told him, Val?

That we both did it?

That we're both guilty?

What the hell is this? Or did you tell the truth?

That you pushed John out that window?

And you killed David after screwing up the first try? That the whole thing was

your idea because you were a cop? and could guarantee results.

What the hell are you trying to do? Convince yourself you had nothing to do

this?

Now, we may get some publicity we didn't count on.

We're going to be okay.

Everything we planned is going to come out just fine.

No, Valerie.

Everything you planned.

And it's all coming apart.

Don't hit her again.

Turn around and put your hands behind your back.

Judy, look at my purse.

You'll find a key in the side pocket.

You have the right to remain silent.

You also have the right to have an attorney present.

If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in

a court of law.

The key to lock number 67, Peninsula Athletic Club.

You'll find a tape I made.

The tape will tell you who planned this whole thing from start to finish.

So if there's going to be any plea bargaining here, you better come to me

But you won't in a case.

It'll work.

It'll look like suicide.

If they suspect anyone, it'll be David. It's murder, baby.

It's necessary for us.

Look, you know how cops think, Valerie, what they look for. And with any luck,

you could even get yourself put on the case.

Casey, that's a long shot. It's foolproof, Val.

Please, please say you'll help me.

I think that pretty much nails it, don't you, partner? It certainly does,

partner. I think it was one of our better jobs if I'd used these for

Yeah, I think so.

I just have one question, though.

I know why Valerie jumped in the sack with you.

She... I mean, she wanted to get as close to what we were doing as possible,

right? But what I don't get is... I didn't think that you were into one

stands.

Why'd you fall for that?

I can't believe you asked me that.

It's very personal.

Yeah, it is. Certain things men talk about, certain things men don't talk

That's one of them. I will tell you this, though.

I hated myself in the morning.