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When I got home tonight, I found a dead
body watching my television.

There was no bullet hole. There was no
blood.

I want to keep this quiet for 24 hours.
Failure to report a crime is a violation

of the law.

He didn't know the body was going to
disappear.

So you reported a woman missing?

Missing persons. This is a homicide.

Your alibi for last Friday night stinks.

I have nothing to say to you.

Do you intend to tell me who that man
is?

I'll have to ask that you two keep my
identity to yourself.

You know, why is it all of a sudden I
get the feeling we're into big time

Works for me.

Blade entered between the second and
third ribs.

Straight into the heart.

Kitchen knife, jackknife, bowie knife,
penknife. What kind of knife we got

Barney? My guess is a stiletto.

One -purpose knife.

Purpose being to kill people.

Wielded by an expert.

I'll call you later, Barney. Thanks.
Right.

His name is John Humphreys. Home
address, Santa Clara, California. And

motive was not robbery. Take a look at
that.

The proprietor's day.

She just said the room was rented by a
man. That's all she knew.

That's all she knew? Didn't she get a
description of the guy?

Uh, no.

Come on, I want to show you something.

Mrs.

Wallet, the, uh, proprietor, says that
the window in the front is left dark on

purpose. The renter comes in, pays some
cash, of course, signs the card Brown or

Smith.

It's got two hours to use the room.

Always leaves a question about the
license number blank.

She takes the card, pops it in the box,
and that's it.

Can't she tell us who signed the card
for room number six?

She had three cards for room number six
last night.

None of them were signed John Humphreys.

We do have all three, so at least we can
check up her prints.

Go ahead, take a look.

Interesting, huh?

You people are running a police state.

You're turning the entire city into a
police state.

That's right, Mr. Bohona.

You've got laws for everything under the
sun. When to go to sleep, when to get

up, or when to eat.

Where's it all going to end?

In a jail cell, Mr. Bohona.

Just as soon as I finish this paperwork.

No, I can't wait another six weeks.

When are we going to get our own
fingerprint computer anyway?

Thank you. Okay.

Hi, can I help you?

Sergeant McCall? Yeah, that's me.

I know something about that murder at
the Motel Exotica.

You were a customer at that hotel?

Yes. You heard something in room six?

Quarreling.

Quarreling?

Man and a woman quarreling?

Two men quarreling.

What were they quarreling about?

I couldn't tell. Was your TV set on?

You know, I mean, in your room?

Oh, no.

You can't get TV on it.

Just those awful pictures.

Yeah, well, what did you hear?

One man, he spoke very low, the other
one louder.

He had a Russian accent, the loud one.

A Russian accent, not a Hungarian, a
Bulgarian, Czechoslovakian, but a

one.

Well, could you tell what they were
saying?

Did the gentleman who was with you hear
this quarrel? Oh, yes.

What's his name?

I can't tell you that.

Are you a married man?

Yes.

And your TV wasn't on?

Never. We go there because you don't
have to pay for the whole night.

It's only $20, and we always leave
before our two hours are up.

You're going to have to have his name,
Eleni.

I'll help you all I can, but I won't
tell you his name.

I love him. Oh, look, Miss Sue Holliman,
we need all the help we can get out of

this murder case, believe me. But how
can you say one of the men had a Russian

accent when you couldn't hear anything
they were saying?

My father is from Finland and my mother
is from Russia.

I know a Russian accent when I hear one.

Two men have the television set on?

I don't think so.

Well, the quarrel stopped very suddenly
and then I heard the door open.

So I looked out the window. What was
your friend doing during all this time?

Getting dressed.

The quarrel scared him. He was putting
his clothes back on. Well, what did you

see when you looked out the window?

A man.

He was big.

Well, not like you. He was broad and
heavy. But over six feet tall.

Did he get into a car?

No. He walked very fast out to the
street. Did you see his face?

Yes. The side.

Well, the profile.

And he had a beard.

Here's another one.

Lev Bukharin, 6 feet 1 inch, 215 pounds,

born in Kiev, immigrated here in 1969.

Okay, we'll see where he was Thursday
night.

That's what we got.

We want to thank you gentlemen for
agreeing to participate in this lineup.

appreciate your cooperation.

Now if you'd all face to the right.

Turn to your left.

And you, face forward.

First man, will you step forward and
state your name, please?

My name is Arkady Shishkov.

You step back.

Next man, step forward, please.

My name is Alex Tretzky.

Take your place.

Next man.

I can't say yes when I'm not sure.

Mr. Honan, it's okay. We don't want you
to say anything if you're not sure.

But did one of them come closer than the
others to the man you saw?

Yes, but I can't swear it was him. I
just can't. Okay, okay.

But off the record, Ms. Zuhonen, did one
of them seem close?

Like you'd identify him if the crime
wasn't so serious?

Yeah. Which one?

The one who said his name was Leo Kuzov.

You mean Zhukov, Leo Zhukov?

Yes, Zhukov.

But I would never swear it was him. I
couldn't. It wouldn't be right.

I kept you waiting.

I'm sorry.

What do you want this time?

Well, we have some real good news for
you.

Our witness wouldn't ID you.

This information I already have.

Why are you here?

Our witness is only 80 % sure.

That's why she won't make it official.

You're still not off the hook with us
yet.

Because I'm Russian?

I'm anti -Soviet Russian, you know.
Look, Mr. Zhukov, we don't care if

Patagonian. Your alibi for last Friday
night, I think.

make enough money to support your
lifestyle.

Why do you come here to try to frighten
me? Are you frightened?

I am this much frightened.

Oh, that much, huh?

Don't get careless, Mr. Zhukov.

We wouldn't want this to be too easy.

I'm right.

You try to frighten me.

So I tell you, if you accost me again, I
call my lawyer.

I call TV stations.

Well, I think you shouldn't call your
lawyer. You're going to need him.

Think it worked?

He's guilty it did.

Eleni's pretty sure he's our guy. I
think that's all we have left to go on,

really. Which one of us is going to
Santa Clara, me or you?

You.

I want to spend a little more time with
Eleni.

I'm not going to give up on her just
yet.

Still in Santa Clara.

Should be in Burbank about, oh, 9 o
'clock.

What's on your mind?

Nothing's on my mind.

I can believe that.

It's pretty original, McCall.

Listen, I haven't had anything to eat
since Moby Dick was a mental, so why

you meet me at Chez Mike about 9 .20?

Sir, I'm in my pajamas, and I have some
wonderful cookies here looking at me.

Oh, you want to hear my story?

Did you find out anything, or can you
just wait till tomorrow to tell me? Why

don't you show up at Chez Mike and bring
your cookies?

This had better be good.

You made me change my clothes and drive
all the way down here just so you could

tell me you've got zip.

Well, it seems John Humphreys is right
out of family circle.

Lovely wife, about 40 years of age, two
kids, one at Stanford, one in high

school. It doesn't seem to be any reason
at all that he'd be out goofing around

on it.

Yeah, then what was he doing down here
at the Motel Exotica?

Well, you've got to admit, that's kind
of a nice little place for a secret

rendezvous, isn't it?

I've got a feeling the axe is going to
fall.

Why? Look.

Finn agrees that Zukov is our man, okay?

No, it's not Finn. It's Wyler I'm
talking about. You know his motto. If

haven't solved a homicide in 72 hours,
then chances are it'll never be solved.

We've been on this for a week, you know?

Wyler's problem is he's not secure about
the connection between Humphreys and

Zukov.

What connection?

That's the connection we'll work on
tomorrow.

Uh -oh.

You owe about $28.

Probably about $33.

Hello? Yeah, McCall, I want you to go
back to the restaurant.

Don't go in. Meet me in the parking lot.

Hunter, I'm in bed. I don't want to get
out of bed, all right?

I want you to put on exactly the same
clothes you had on earlier. Now get

now. What are you talking about? What's
going on?

McCall, listen to my voice. Do exactly
as I tell you.

Hunter?

I'll explain later.

Well, I changed my underwear. I hope
that's okay with you. I'm going to ask

to lie for me about something.

But if somebody asks you to take a note
on it, I want you to tell it straight,

you understand?

What are you talking about? What
happened?

When I got home tonight, I found a dead
body watching my television set.

Watching your... Anybody I know?

No, I never saw it before in my life. I
think it's a frame -up.

Wait a minute, are you serious? Yeah,
I'm serious.

Whoa.

Okay, so when we both go in, we're both
surprised, is that it? That's exactly

right. Now, I went from the airport to
the restaurant, from the restaurant to

house for a nightcap.

That's when we discovered the body. Now,
if it is a frame -up, it'll stop it

dead.

I'm telling you, there was a body in
that chair.

Maybe she wasn't dead.

No, she was dead, all right. I checked.

Maybe this is connected to the case
we're working on.

How was she killed?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Well, I didn't want to disturb the body.

Yeah, right. Sorry.

There's no blood. Maybe she was killed
the same way John Humphreys was. That

would definitely tie it in.

Her arm was pinned into her side like
this.

Maybe to hide a wound, if there was a
wound.

Now, look.

I want to keep this quiet for 24 hours.

Yeah.

You're my partner, big guy. That's fine
with me, but what are you going to tell

Eddie?

Fingerprint Eddie? You got to go through
this place like a sandblaster, ASAP.

I'll throw a couple of things away until
I'm almost hit by a burglar.

Okay, that'll work.

Yeah.

Take the key to my car.

Come by tomorrow morning early and pick
me up.

I'm going to go through this place with
a fine -tooth comb.

She didn't have any ID on her at all?
No, no ID. Just a black mole here on the

left side of her breast. She was naked?

No, she wasn't naked. She was fully
clothed. The tag on her jacket had an

insignia on it.

Fashioned in San Francisco by Mitchell
Carroll.

What'd she look like?

Beautiful. She was... She was absolutely
beautiful.

She had a beautifully chiseled jawline,
strong but feminine.

She had big, beautiful eyes, blue eyes.

No, the eyes were larger. Yeah, that's
it.

Spaced, just right. Yeah, that's
perfect.

Perfect.

Rigid, her nose was... Just draw a
perfect nose.

Sensual lips.

Not so full, but finer.

Cheekbones were hot.

High and wide.

Her hair was blonde and long.

Yeah, down past her shoulders like that,
yeah.

Yeah, there you go.

Does this really look like her?

Yeah.

Okay, what's her name?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Nope.

I now have heard everything.

Hunter, I've been in this job for 23
years, and you know what? This is the

and only time I ever got a missing
persons report with no name attached.

Mike, this is the first time for
everything, right?

Besides, now you can retire in peace.

Don't use that word, Hunter. I don't
allow the word retire to be used in this

office.

I'm fighting them, you know.

I got a lawyer. Tell I got a team of
lawyers.

But don't change the subject.

How'd you come up with an MP with no
name?

Who's looking for her?

I'm looking for her. You are?

Nobody else?

Maybe you better fill me in.

Well, I'd like to, Mike, but not right
now. Just let me know if anybody comes

across your desk that fits that
description of yours.

I don't suppose you know how old she is?
Mid -twenties.

Okay, Hunter, it's your secret. If
anything comes in, I'll call you.

Appreciate it, Mike. Thanks a lot.

This is not cool, you know.

The Zouk office is going to call the
ACLU, the police commission, the Russian

embassy, Captain Weiler. This is our
last shot at him, I promise you.

This is it.

Yeah, this is it.

Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

Talk to my lawyer.

I have nothing to say to you. This is
America, not Russia.

Why don't you tell me all about her?

If you wish to question me about
something, anything, you will do so

attorney. To you, I have no comment on
anything.

If you ask me time of day, I refer you
to my attorney.

Well, you know, there's all kinds of
ways of getting information. I think we

what we came for. Thank you for your
help, Mr.

Zukoff.

Well, looks like we've picked up a tale
here.

Well, let's find out who he is.

We got him now. Let's row dead into the
L .A. river.

Well, he sure doesn't seem to know that.

He will.

Hunter, he doesn't know what's up there.
Pull up.

The

license

number?

Yeah. I'll bet you ten bucks the plants
are stolen.

You know, why is it all of a sudden I
get the feeling we're in a big time

Take your filthy fingers off me!

Well, you just remember who gave you
those threads, honey.

Don't you honey me, you pig!

You never gave me anything!

I earned this stuff! All you know how to
do is take!

I take back my clothing, you ain't
enough! Oh, yeah?

You can have them! I'll tie you to the
sky!

Fucking... Hold it!

Stop it!

Relax.

Don't you, uh... Don't you think you
guys are in as much trouble as it is?

Yes.

Hey, what have you guys been up to?

No, uh... A delegation from Washington
just trooped in.

Looking for both of you.

Well, like I said, McCall, things
figured in both of us.

We seem to be working on very little
information. We're not getting it.

Come in.

Mr.

Broder, Mr. Wilkes, Mr.

Watterson. This is Sergeants Hunter and
McCall.

Hi, fellas.

We seem to have common interest in a
certain Russian defector by the name of

Zhukov.

Are you fellows with the FBI?

No.

Well, yes, we are working on a murder
case, and Zukov is a suspect.

What makes him a suspect?

Well, a man was seen leaving the scene
of a murder, and Zukov fits a

given to us by a witness.

Did that witness identify Mr. Zukov as
that man?

Well, the witness set off the record
that she thinks that that was her man,

What agency are you with again, Mr.
Watterson? You can contact Mr. Broder

through the U .S. Attorney here in L .A.

Did your witness identify Zukov?

She didn't take an oath to it, no.

That's all you have?

Well, so far, that's all we have, yeah.
The crime occurred between 10 and 11 p

.m. Zukov said that he was in bed,
alone, asleep.

Do I have my facts straight? Well,
you've got his facts straight, yeah.

You know, you seem determined to pin
this on Leo Zukov. We happen to know

there is absolutely no connection at all
between Zukov and this John Humphreys,

the man who was murdered.

John Humphreys was the president of
electronics firm that made high -tech

equipment. That company has no defense
contracts. Consequently, it has no

national security significance. Now,
what's your point?

Well, Mr. Watterson, around here, we try
to gather up our facts first to decide

what that point is. Really? That's
great. I'm glad to hear that. Now, we

right and no intention of intervening in
your investigation here. Now, Mr.

Zhukov is a Russian defector who is
sympathetic to the United States.

We'd like to feel that he's not being
harassed.

Because he's a Russian.

We would also like to suggest that you
lay off unless you have clear and

plausible cause to approach him. Do you
understand?

Mr.

Watterson, is it? Yes, ma 'am. Seems to
me like you have an awful lot of

information that could be real helpful
to us, do you?

No. No, I don't.

And if I did... I was about to ask the
same question.

Thank you, sergeants.

Guy knows a whole lot that we don't.
Yeah, but he's not about to tell us

so we can forget it.

Hunter, I've been looking for you.

This guy just reported a missing woman
that fits the description you gave me

right down to the mole on her chest.

Thanks, Mark.

3142 Park Terrace. Is that Hollywood?

Brentwood.

Ralph Skinner?

Yeah? This is Sergeant McCall. I'm
Sergeant Hunter from Metropolitan

I can't believe this. I mean, I can't
believe you got here this fast. I mean,

like, in ten seconds. You guys are fast.

We're public servants, right?

You want to come in?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

So, are you, uh, reported a woman
missing?

Yes, yeah, I did.

What's her name? Uh, Allison Cavalli.

And what was your relationship to her?

Well, uh... Actually, uh... Actually, I
don't even know her.

I mean, I do know her, but I just, you
know, I just... I've never met her.

Well, now, Ralph, how do you know she's
missing?

Well, I just haven't seen her around for
a while.

You know, uh... Night or day.

She lives right over there.

Well, was, uh... Was that her?

Whoever drew this is obviously madly in
love with her.

You know, it's funny that you would...

Say that. Why would you say that?

It's idealized.

I mean, don't get me wrong. Allison is
beautiful.

But these features are all too perfect.

They aren't real.

Yeah, yeah. You know, I think you're
right. I think he's right.

Hey, Ralph.

Show us where she lives, okay? Yeah,
yeah. Just follow me.

She moved in about two months ago.

She'd come out onto her balcony every
day.

and just stand there, looking beautiful
and lonely and sad.

Once in a while, she'd read a book or
she'd look at the sky.

Never talked to anyone. Never went down
into the patio and never smiled.

About three weeks ago, started taking
pictures of me.

Wait a minute, you've got pictures of
her?

Yeah, they are.

This is her, all right.

Can I have this photograph?

Oh, hey, go ahead and keep it. I got the
niggers right in there.

Did you check with anybody before you
reported her missing?

Well, I checked with the manager, Mr.
Nellian, and Allison didn't tell her she

was leaving.

I don't know why Ralph called you.

Allison is young and single and pretty.

Maybe she's an Aspen or Hawaii.

When her rent is due, then I worry.

Does she have any friends that you know
of?

She was new to Los Angeles. She kept
herself very quiet, very sweet.

What, she didn't work?

She took a lease for one year and paid
first and last month.

This is really all I know about her. If
you have her last known address before

here, it would be very helpful.

Yes, it should be on her card.

You what?

Well, I left the body, and then I went
to pick up McCall.

You didn't call it in? No.

Look, failure to report a crime is a
violation of the law, not to mention

PD policy.

Well, Captain, he reported it to me, and
I'm a member of the Metro PD.

Don't give me that.

So you didn't call it in, then the body
was stolen, and you didn't report that

either. Am I getting this right?

Yes, you are, but what I did do is the
following morning I reported it to

missing persons.

Missing persons?

This is a homicide.

Why the hell didn't you call me?

Captain, we wanted to get more
information. Now we have more

here we are telling you about it. And
now we need some money to go to San

Francisco. San Francisco?

I thought you were working on the
Humphreys case.

Well, we are, but we think they might be
the same case.

How do you figure?

Because of the body. There was no sign
of strangulation. There was no bullet

hole. There was no blood.

Now, we think that she was stabbed the
same way that Humphreys was.

You've got to admit, that's a pretty big
coincidence.

We think that the reason she was in
Hunter's house is because she knew he

working on that particular case.

But you don't know how she died?

No. Well, he was leaving that for the
coroner, Captain. He didn't know the

was going to disappear.

So Humphreys was from Santa Clara?

Yes, and Allison Cavalli's last known
address was in San Francisco, which is

miles away.

Go to San Francisco.

But if you do anything to get Watterson
out here again, don't bother to come

back.

Sergeant Billings? Yeah.

How do you do?

Sergeant Rick Connery, LA Metropolitan
Police Department. This is my partner,

Sergeant McCall.

Hi. What can I do for you?

Well, we're looking for this woman.

The address on the back seems to be a
phony one. The landlady never heard of

We think she lived in San Francisco
despite the phony address.

Cavalli's an unusual name. It'll help.

Where will you guys be in an hour? Well,
we haven't eaten since we got off the

plane. Tell you what, there's a place
right across the street called

I'll meet you there in an hour.

McGinty's? Yeah. Okay. All right.

Bye -bye. Thanks.

Three minutes later than the last time
you looked.

I just happen to think that he's a good
-looking guy.

So what makes you think he's single?

He's single.

He is. I can tell.

Married men are just... There's a
difference.

He's single. I can tell. Can't you tell?

No, I can't tell.

I'm not tuned into those vibes.

The only vibes I can get is that he
might be free to pop.

Yeah, well, we're about to find out.

Hey. Hey, how was the food? It was
great. Pretty good.

Good?

Well, I found her.

What do you mean you found her?

She lives up on Telegraph Hill, Filbert
Steps.

It's an old artist colony about ten
minutes from here. I'm told she's there

right now if you'd like. I can give you
a drive over.

Let's go.

Hey, Allison.

There's some people here to see you.

These people want to talk to you,
darling.

But they're cops.

So, uh, suit yourself.

You want to talk to me?

Could we talk to you down here, please?

You're all from the police?

Yes, we are.

You Austin Cavalli?

Yeah. What's wrong?

You know who she is?

What's happened to her?

Have you seen her before?

She's my best, closest friend.

Christy Carlson. What's happened to her?

What do you say we sit down and get
something to drink or something, huh?

How about over here?

I'll make her coffee.

Then about nine or ten months ago, she
told me she met a man.

The man, as she put it. He was going to
change her whole unhappy life.

What was it then?

Well, that's what started me worrying.

Christy got very secretive. She wouldn't
tell me anything about him, not even

his name.

All her plans would be locked in, she
said, in a year, two at the most.

I guess she meant dreams.

She was always a beautiful dreamer.

And one day I didn't hear from her.

She lived 20 miles down the peninsula,
but we talked every day. That's how we

were. When I couldn't reach her, I went
down there.

Where'd she live?

In San Mateo.

But she disappeared, packed a couple of
bags and vanished.

Did she have a job?

She was a freelance model like me.
That's not a nine -to -five occupation.

No one knew where she'd gone. No one.

I almost called in a missing person
report, but she'd been so mysterious

the man, I thought I'd better not.

How long ago was that?

Six... No, seven weeks ago.

Now it's your turn.

Why are you looking for her?

Well, about seven weeks ago, she showed
up in Los Angeles.

About a week ago, she disappeared.

A friend of hers, a next -door neighbor,
reported a missing person.

But you came here looking for Allison
Cavalli. Well, she rented an apartment

L .A. under your name.

Why? Why would she do that?

Was she hiding from somebody?

Well, we don't know that, Allison.

Did she ever mention a man by the name
of John Humphreys?

No. Did she ever talk about going down
to Santa Clara? Did she ever mention

anyone who lived there?

No. You said a while back that she was
unhappy. Why do you think that is?

Well, she always wanted much, much more
than she ever got.

If she had ever gotten it, I'm not sure
she...

Look, I love her a lot. I hope you let
me know when you find her.

Well, Jerry, I hope we get the
opportunity to pay for all your help. It

pleasure. The story on John Humphrey
just made the news up here. I'll see

can dig up on Christy Carlson.

Terrific. I appreciate that. Thanks very
much. Listen, if you're ever down our

way for business or pleasure, look us
up. We owe you one. I'll do that,

Sergeant.

Here.

Office numbers on the front and the home
numbers on the back.

Thanks.

Don't lose it, okay?

You know, Sergeant, every now and then I
regret the fact that I'm gay.

This is one of those times.

Well, Jerry, thanks very much. We'll be
talking. Yeah.

Listen, Jerry, I meant what I said.

If you ever do come down to L .A., you
better call, all right?

I will. I really will.

Thanks. Bye.

It's so rough.

Hey, lady.

We're all in the same business, honey.
You just got a long -term contract.

Hey, sucker!

You insulted me. I was going to hear
from my lawyer.

Sergeant Hunter just called from the
airport.

They're going to be another half hour.
Would you care to wait in my office?

Would you always like

this? No, no, it's too slow tonight.

This is double jeopardy. This is double
jeopardy. Now, see, you're violating the

law. You're the criminals, not me. You
were driving a white Cadillac. I was.

A stolen white Cadillac, right? I stole
that Caddy last week, and you arrested

me. Now, ain't that right? Sure is, pal.

And you stole it again today, and you
got arrested again. And that's double

jeopardy. You are one ignorant hunk
of...

Miss Humphries, how you doing?

This is my partner, D .D. McCall.

Hello. Hi.

I came down here, Sergeant, because...
Well, I lied to you when we talked the

other day in Santa Clara.

Really? About what?

Something that happened a few weeks ago.

Two men came to the house to see John.

They talked in his study for about a
half hour and then left.

John wouldn't tell me who they were. He
seemed very worried and upset. That's

why I didn't mention it to you.

Did you know their names?

They didn't give me their names.

Did they have accents, maybe Russian?

Oh, no. They were right out of middle
America.

Polite, conservatively dressed, soft
-spoken, nice -looking.

Was one of them maybe 40, 6 '2", dark
hair, the other one about...

35, sandy, real stocky build.

Yes.

You know them?

He came straight out and said there was
no connection between her husband and

Zukov. Maybe you better invite him to
lunch.

I think I'd have a better chance of
getting one of them to go to lunch.

Could you stick around for a couple of
days?

Certainly.

Your husband never mentioned Christy
Carlson or Allison Cavalli? No.

And he wasn't?

Seeing another woman.

I answered that the first time we
talked.

Yeah, I know you did, but I didn't
believe you.

So I came back the next day to talk to
you, but you'd already left town.

My daughter goes to Stanford.

She had a problem. I drove to Palo Alto
to see her.

You found him?

Is that one of them?

I only... I only saw him once and it was
up close at my front door. I can't be

sure. Well, just take your time.

No, I want to see him.

Look at him face to face.

What do you suggest?

The ribs are good.

Yeah.

Well, we meet again.

Sorry, I don't believe we have met.

Oh, yes.

You and another gentleman called on my
husband in Santa Clara about two months

ago. You must be mistaken, ma 'am. I've
never been in Santa Clara in my life.

You are a liar.

I beg your pardon? I said you are a
liar.

Who are you? What did you have to do
with my husband?

I'll have to ask that you two keep my
identity to yourselves.

You'll ignore that request at
considerable risk.

Good day, Sergeant.

I'll be seeing you again, Hunter.

Soon.

Of that you can be damn sure.

Oh, excuse me?

Are you sure now, Miss Humphries? Are
you certain that that's the man you saw

your home?

There's no question at all. That was
him.

Who is he?

Well, I might tell you who he is if you
tell me just a little bit about Kristen

Carlson. I just told you I don't know
that name.

I think you're lying.

You don't know what you're talking
about.

I never heard of anyone named Christy
Carlson.

Okay.

We'll play it that way.

You do have the right to remain silent,
you know.

Sounds very ominous.

We said we were going to drive you to
the airport. I hope you'll still allow

to do that.

So you can ask me some more questions?

No, no, the questions are over, Ms.
Humphries, believe me.

Do you intend to tell me who that man
is?

No.

Are you all right?

Want us to pull over?

You were right, Sergeant Hunter.

John had been seeing Christy Carlson for
almost a year.

Just a...

day or two before those two men came, he
told me about it.

He told me she'd gone away and he wasn't
going to see her again.

He said it was the first time he'd ever
been unfaithful to me.

And I believe that's true.

You never saw her again, huh? No.

She just disappeared. Ran away, I guess.

So?

Who were those men?

We made an agreement, Sergeant. You owe
me this. Who were they?

Don't freeze if I knew I'd tell you, but
I don't.

It's true. All we know is that they're
part of the Washington Intelligence

Establishment. We don't even know what
agency.

I don't understand. They frightened John
half out of his mind.

I thought they were lawyers for that
girl.

Did you ever meet her?

Certainly not.

Oh, you didn't see her when you were in
Los Angeles?

You are insane.

Next, you'll be asking me if I killed
her.

Well, did you?

L -56, come in.

L -56.

Got the morgue on the phone. It worked.

Patch him through.

Hunter, it's Carlos.

The body you've been looking for just
came in.

You sure about that, Carlos?