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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.