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Two for Howard, please.

Well, you really can't see it in this
picture, Tony, but there's a pier right

behind the house on the bay.

And if we bought it, Jack could keep a
sailboat. I mean, it would be just

perfect. Yes.

And as your friend, Janet, I agree.

You know I want Jack to enjoy these
years, too.

But as your business manager, well,
there just isn't a spare hundred

lying around.

Couldn't you just sell some stocks, cash
in some of the insurance?

What is it? That guy.

That's the second time.

Is this all of them?

Except for this roll that I took this
morning.

This is similar.

When you see these, I've seen enough.

You think I'm stupid?

It's the courtship ritual, isn't it?

What are you waiting for?

My money.

$500 plus $1 ,250. I made it out for
$600.

What's the difference?

You and your picky little accounts.

Now get out of here.

I think I'll come in for a minute, see
if he needs me for anything.

Go back to the car.

What? Go back to the car.

Wait there, boy.

Thanks, Mr. Howard.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

I'm Ray Kaufman. I work for Mr. Seymour.

Jack? That's right.

You took these.

You're the man I saw.

What did he say before he pulled the
plug?

The treachery of my friends.

The faithlessness of my wife.

The infirmities of age. To hell with it
all, Jack Seymour.

That's... That's not the way it was.

We're shopping for a birthday present
here for Jack.

Only you know how to make it look like
something else, don't you?

I just take them. I don't write the
captions.

Tony? What happened? Is Jack all right?

I'll be right there.

Poor Janet. This is going to be horrible
for her.

She's a young woman.

Lots of money.

Insurance? No, there's no insurance.

Because it was suicide.

We took out the policy less than two
years ago.

Anyway, it isn't a half million dollars.

What am I going to tell her?

What are you doing?

I'm going to save her that half a
million dollars.

to make it look like he was killed by an
intruder. They pay insurance for that.

Look, don't worry.

I know just what I'm doing. I used to be
a homicide detective when I put the gun

down. No.

Look, I've got about 15 minutes before
the cops get here. I've got to start

And you care so much about her?

Let's give her the half a million
dollars. All I want is 10 grand.

Deal?

Forget it.

Wait a minute.

Don't tell her that I'm here.

Tell her about the intruder.

Give me a couple of minutes before you
call the cops.

That should give me enough time.

Get me a pair of shoes out of the
closet.

One shot through the temple, close
range.

You said this was kept in the bedroom,
Mr. Howard?

Yes, it's part of a set for the
fireplace in there.

He must have picked it up and come in
here when he heard the intruder.

You see, his gun, that would have been
in the top desk drawer where I suppose

the burglar could have found it.

It was a Beretta, I believe, a .25
caliber.

We find the gun yet, Robert? Not yet,
but we found the slug over here.

A slug?

Hardly dug itself in at all, and the
force is pretty spent, I guess. Looks

a .25, all right.

How about the bedroom? The rest of the
house, anything missing? Nothing else

broken into, just the front doors, the
desk, and that curio cabinet over there.

It's got a bunch of African things in
it. Looks like the victim came in before

anything was taken.

Why don't we just start with tomorrow
and go through the month day by day,

looking at the conjunction of each
planet?

I'm still...

I've got to know for sure, Sherry. This
guy, Jerry, the one I met at work, he

wants to go away for the weekend.

Your chart shows the moon in Aries over
the weekend.

Do you know what sign this Jerry is? I
don't know.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Sherry, I'd like to talk with you.

Your husband?

Yes. Well, it's only nine o 'clock.

I've got another hour, don't I? You're
interrupting.

I'm sorry. You'll have to go.

is this?

I'm paying a hundred bucks a month for
consultation and I get hustled out?

I've got important personal decisions,
Mr. Kaufman. My wife will make it up to

you another time. I'm sorry.

Um, I'll just run through the rest of
this quickly. I don't want it quickly.

Don't shout at me. This is what I pay
for?

This is beautiful.

$600 check. Read out the RK.

Mr. Howard?

Who's RK?

Uh, that's Jack's personal account. I
have no idea.

Crocker!

Get the forensic man up here with his
big magnifying glass, all right? See if

can't get a name off that indentation on
the next page.

Thank you, Mr. Howard.

I found this in the pocket of his robe.

Thanks, Doc.

$10 ,000.

No hitches, no taxes, no cash.

And the bank opens at 9.

For what?

For what?

Well, the guy I was taking pictures for
shot himself tonight.

I happened to be in the house when he
was found by his business manager, and I

made it look like he was killed by an
insured, and that's what the $10 ,000 is

for. Why?

So his wife can collect the insurance.

You couldn't get into trouble for that?

Oh, come on, honey. Now you're talking
to a detective. I know what I'm doing.

How much does she get out of it?

Half a million.

Ten thousand.

And she gets half a million.

Hello. Ray Kaufman?

Hello.

Ray Kaufman?

This is Stavros, Manhattan South.

I worked with you on an Espinosa kill
about three years ago, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, how you been, Stavros?

Fine, thanks.

Hey, listen, you work in private now,
right? For a guy named Jack Seymour, he

made a check out to you today.

We pulled your number from his... Hello,
Kaufman.

Yeah, get down here, will you? Your
client's dead.

Who is this?

This is your ex -Lieutenant Kojak,
remember me?

Put it in gear and get down here.

Oh, nice talking to you.

Ray, you can't tell them you were here
all night.

Elaine saw you come in. She even checked
her watch. It was 9 o 'clock.

How are they ever going to find out
about it? Now, come here.

You take her name out of your files,
give her her money back.

Tell her that we're leaving the city and
that's it, and I was with you from 7 o

'clock on, and that is our story.

Oh, I'd love to see that Kojak try and
get me to go back on that.

We were here together, talking, watching
TV.

I'll check the TV listings, make sure we
know exactly what was on. Right. Ray.

I'm not going to blow this.

You be careful.

Sweetheart, this is a good thing for us,
isn't it?

You know, it wasn't right you bringing
in so much of the money.

Cash. No checks. Nothing to trace.

You said it, sweetheart.

I mean, if we had just got home five
minutes sooner.

Severstein. Yes, sir.

Take Mrs. Seymour to wherever she wants
to stay.

Right.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

Just here three, four hours ago.

No sign of trouble. Nothing.

You know Mr. Howard, don't you, Mr.
Kaufman?

No, I don't think so. How do you do for
you?

You're Mr. Seymour's business manager.

How come he didn't pay you?

Well, Mr. Seymour didn't want anyone
else to know.

Oh, know what?

Well, he was worried. The neighborhood,
intruders, he wanted me to check out

security precautions, things like that.
He didn't want to worry the missus.

Yes, he did mention that to me a few
months ago about locking up the house

tighter when they were away.

Mm -hmm.

How much did he pay you?

Six hundred expenses.

And how many times?

Twice, I think. It was supposed to go on
a regular basis.

It's $500 weekly. It's like a retainer.
Until I get things worked out.

I'm going to keep that retainer going,
aren't we, Mr. Howard?

I mean, if Mr. Seymour's going to be
staying here, I should have security

checked out. Don't you agree?

Kojak, if there's any way, anything I
can do to help, just ask.

Being a private detective, it is like it
is in the movies.

I missed the force, pal.

You took the payoffs, baby. You blew
your own career.

Did you ever make a mistake, Evan?

How's this for openness?

Putting you on a squad.

Listen, you got your money's worth. I
was good.

I cracked the Shiller case. I put Eddie
Wagner away. You know that? I wouldn't

care if you put the entire syndicate
away.

The minute you stuck your hand out and
grafted for more than apples, baby,

there's no way I could turn my back.

You know something, Ray? I never could
understand about you.

You're in the top 10 % on the evaluation
report. Sure to make first grade.

Now tell me something. What the hell
happened?

Reasons. They better be good ones,
because you've got to live with them for

rest of your life.

Here's what I want you to do. I want a
complete written report. What time you

got here, pick up your check, exactly
what was talked about, when you left,

one thing more, exactly where you went
when you left here. Okay.

Go, Swede.

Lieutenant, forensic found some
footprints outside. They're making

casts.

You trying to stick me with $500 a week?
Look, just see that I get my $10 ,000

by tomorrow.

Cash, not traceable.

And if those are bloodstains on your
pants, get rid of them.

And that's worth $500 more.

Well, Scheinblatt confirms...

How to burns on his right hand.

So he could figure he struggled for the
gun and went off by accident.

He wasn't a strong man anymore, Frank.
Anybody could have arrested that poker

for him. They didn't have to kill him.

Unless, of course, this certain somebody
was afraid of being recognized and had

to kill him. Like who?

The fact is, anybody who would know him
would also know there really wasn't much

that word stealing up there.

Much a desperate for a bunch of stuffed
animal heads.

Yeah, well, maybe the certain somebody
has something else in mind, you know?

Maybe picking up a legal document or
paper. I don't know.

Maybe busting into this curio cabinet.

Maybe there was a cover -up for the real
thing, huh? Somebody with a bum leg?

Come again?

Look at these heel marks on this plastic
ass.

Oh, yeah. The right side went down like
he had a gimp.

Didn't the doctor say Seymour had a bad
leg?

What?

Until we get down to Seymour's house,
pick up every pair of shoes he ever

What about the ones he was wearing when
he was killed? He was wearing slippers,

bright eyes. What's this?

Uh, he brought them over from the lab.
They're from a roll of film they found

Seymour's pocket.

Uh -huh.

Lookie here.

The victim's widow and a business
manager.

Uh, the lab says from the compression it
looks like it was taken with a 200mm

lens, like somebody was spying on him.
Now look, when you get back, I want all

the background information on both of
you two, okay? Go ahead.

10 ,000 cash.

Unmarked bills from my own safe deposit
box.

So I don't see how they can ever be
traced.

Now I think you should leave here as
soon as possible.

And don't ever be in touch with me
again.

Well, Mr. Howard, I work for you now.

I'm on a retainer that's 500 bucks a
week.

You've got your money.

That's all you're gonna get.

Don't talk down to me, Mr. Howard. You
got your hand out just like everybody

else. And you were the one who yelled
for help.

And I saved your bacon. Don't forget
that.

All right.

I'm grateful to you. Let's just leave it
at that.

We'll do it as we planned.

You don't have to come here anymore and
risk getting us caught.

Nobody's going to get caught, so stop
sweating like a guilty kid. You'll ruin

your $300 suit.

Make sure you get those bloodstains
taken care of. Don't forget it. I'll

care of the pants. I'll send them out
today.

So you don't want to change your mind
about that $500 a week retainer.

Get out.

Now, wait a minute. Get out and stay
out.

Well, Mrs. Tyburn, I've got to have that
run on the computer by tomorrow at the

latest. Well, I've got two clients
coming in. Yeah, the Capricorn and the

Listen, Sherry, I would never give you a
stall, but I got this new client from a

dating service. He needs a whole new
program run. Mrs. Tyburn, you put files

and 103 into that machine and don't tell
me somebody else's problems.

I want those projections delivered
tomorrow.

Now, what's the matter with you? What's
the matter with me? I've got to use the

phone. Well, did you get the money?
Yeah, yeah.

It just occurred to me I left a roll of
film at Seymour's.

When I took it to the cafe.

Hello, photo lab.

Oh, this is Detective Cleary at
Manhattan South. Look on that Seymour

Did they run that film through yet?

I see.

Okay.

No, no, no. Nobody told me.

Okay, thank you.

Ray.

Do we have trouble?

Why should there be trouble?

It's Howard holding hands with Mr.
Seymour.

For them, it's trouble.

And for us, it's the exact...

Sorry, look at this.

Howard handed me this gun.

Got his fingerprints on it. All right.

this note.

Sherry, how would you like to be on a
beach in Brazil in about a week?

I've got that snotty little business
manager's head in a noose.

He's gonna pay through the teeth for me
to save his skin.

Not $10 ,000.

Sherry, that's a hundred big ones.

With a suicide note.

How does that grab you?

Why Brazil?

Why not?

Paris. Paris, all right. Whatever you
want.

$100 ,000, that's not bad, is it?

Bad?

Well, it doesn't make you own asses,
honey.

But it's not bad.

Don't you think it's very odd that an
intruder should wear a dead man's shoes?

Well, the intruder, so to speak.

Obviously, he didn't want to leave an
impression from his own shoes.

If that is, he really was an intruder.

Now, did any of you notice anything
weird with those photos that forensic

Seymour's bedroom. So?

So, I was looking at him five minutes
ago, and those little questions came

my mind, little wee ones.

Now, how tall was Seymour?

6 '1", 6 '2"? Yeah, so what about it? So
what about it?

Well, we got a wall here with lots of
pictures and a couple of mirrors.

Now, there's one mirror here.

It's about five...

Put three inches off the ground. Now,
how would you like to comb your curly

locks like this?

Anybody look behind the mirror?

So let's go?

So, uh, let's go.

Saperstein's bringing Mr. Seymour over
here, and Howard should be here any

minute.

There's the boat hole.

Mm -hmm. Yeah.

So, the victim and Howard, they get in
an argument over Mr. Seymour in here.

Howard and Seymour grapples for the gun.

He kills him.

Mm -hmm.

Wow.

This is the same kind of rug that the
buddy was found on in the den.

How come?

If he was killed in here, Howard drags
him into the study.

Oh, because if he was killed way over
there by the bed, it wouldn't look like

walked in on an intruder, you see?
Cracker. Yeah.

Go get a warrant, a search warrant for
Howard's apartment.

You follow me.

The only thing I'm worried about is that
Miller girl who was having a reading

when I came home.

Well, she's here right now.

I owed her some time from that night.
She just walked in on me. I think you're

telling me we'll leave him. Yes, I'm
trying to make that clear to her.

I'm not a Manhattan South. You'll find
me at this number. All righty, thank

No, thank you.

You're a perfect Scorpio, Elaine.

Easy to anger.

Passionate in love.

Don't humor me.

I'm boggled.

You can't quit on me.

Not after what happened between me and
Jerry last night. You can't dump me with

this animal and no guidance.

Elaine, we're leaving.

Moving. You're setting me up for more
money.

You know I wouldn't do that. How can
you... I don't know.

I could go to the Better Business
Bureau.

You got a license for this?

What about the IRS, Sherry? You report
this income.

So you just think it over, hmm? Oh,
Elaine.

Elaine!

You have no idea who took these
pictures.

Well, I suppose Jack could have taken
them, but they have no significance,

certainly nothing suggestive.

My God, what's going on? What are you
all getting at?

Lieutenant?

I got to tell you something the other
day.

I was here after the killing. I noticed
the rug under the victim, and it wasn't

in the study when I was here before.

So I did a little checking on Mr.
Howard.

And I found these at his cleaners.

Put a couple of pins on the spots that
looked like blood.

Tony, what is this man talking about?

I, uh... I knelt over the body,
Lieutenant. Of course there could be

pants. Up here, along the waist?

I figured he got the spots when he
picked up the rug with the body in it.

up, Captain. Don't talk in front of
them.

Yeah, Lieutenant Crocker. We're over
here at Howard's.

And I've got some goodies for you. I've
got the shoes, some more pictures of

Howard, Mr. Seymour, and a .25 caliber
Beretta, which I'll run to ballistics

right now, okay? Yeah.

You can tell me where I could find a
pair of Mr. Seymour's shoes and the gun,

would you?

Oh, no, of course not. How could we know
that?

Because they were just found in Mr.

Howard's apartment.

Stablus? Read of his rights.

Yes.

Tony, I just don't understand any of
this.

You have a right to remain silent.

If you choose to give up that right,
anything you say may be held against

You have a right to an attorney.

Oh, no, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I'm not going to hide this anymore.

Stavros.

Janet, Jack committed suicide.

Oh, no.

And this man...

was in the house at the time,
Lieutenant.

He got to the bedroom right after I did.
He took those pictures for Jack.

When I told him Janet would be cheated
out of the insurance because it was

suicide, he came up with the idea to
make it look like a killing.

So we carried Jack's body into the study
together.

And then I came down here to be with
you.

And he arranged everything else.

He took the gun, the shoes, yes, and
Jack's suicide note with him.

After he faked the break -in.

Okay. I took pictures for Mr. Seymour.
You don't like me for that, do you? You

trying to do a job on me? Right?

Lieutenant, at the time of the murder, I
was home with my wife.

That's not true.

You were right here.

I paid you $10 ,000 today for your help.

Mr. Howard, do you have a record of that
transaction?

I know. I went to a lot of trouble not
to have any record.

Mr. Seymour, did you see Mr. Kaufman in
the house?

No.

I don't know how you did it, but you put
that gun in those shoes in my

apartment. You told me to take those
pants to the cleaners.

Now, what did you do with Jack's suicide
note?

Boy, oh boy.

Cops, private detectives.

Somebody's always trying to turn us into
fall guys.

Yes, I took pictures of these two.

No, I never heard of a suicide note.

No, $10 ,000.

No phony story about carrying nobody
from room to room. And if you keep

like that, I'm going to see you in
court.

Mr. Howard, I'm afraid you'll have to
come down with us and make a further

statement.

But whatever Tony said, I... I mean, he
wouldn't lie, Lieutenant.

It has to be the truth.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Seymour.

That may not be up to me to decide.

Well, then, who?

The jury.

They're just taking a statement from
your husband, Mrs. Kaufman. He shouldn't

too much longer.

You do horoscopes?

You get a chance someday, give me the
details of your birth.

I have it run through a computer.

Oh, of course, I have to interpret the
printouts. It's just raw data on the

planets, their conjunctions.

So with your clients, you do that from 8
to 10 every night, right? At least

that's what your janitor tells me. Says
you do a pretty good business, too.

Well, except for last Wednesday.

I told you, Ray was here with me that
night all night.

I just didn't happen to have anyone
scheduled that evening.

Well, hello, Stavros.

Something they forgot to ask me down at
the station?

Just doing my job, Kaufman. You know
that.

Right. Okay.

Thanks, Mrs. Kaufman.

See you, Kaufman. Yep.

Any problems?

With him?

Any problems with you?

Howard's story won't hold up. Now, did
you get a hold of his lawyer? Yeah, at

the tombs.

I am an anonymous do -gooder who
happened to find a suicide note who will

happy to accept a reward of 100 ,000
bucks. And what did he say?

He's going to talk it over with his
clients.

Well, that means he knows that Howard
can't get off the hook without it, huh?

Listen, Sherry, take a look at our
horoscopes.

What do they say for us?

I did, Ray.

And in our second house?

Our house of money?

We are going to make a killing.

I say we go to the police with this
immediately.

Tell them you suspect it's Mrs. Kaufman.

But you said that she'd destroy that
note if there was any indication of

betrayal. I mean, can we risk that?

It's the only chance I have of clearing
myself.

I feel like such a fool.

Tony, I think you did make a terrible
mistake, but I understand why.

You did it for me.

Look, Mr. Meyerberg, there are certain
stocks that we can sell. No.

I don't want you to do that. You'll take
a terrible beating on the market the

way it is.

Tony, we have to do it.

Look, this woman's calling my office
tonight.

Is it yes, then?

Yes. Go ahead.

I can give you a list of what we should
sell. Tell her we'll have a cash by four

o 'clock tomorrow afternoon.

You know this doesn't clear the slate.
You still have problems.

Yes, I know.

Kaufman told me that from the beginning.

Yes, Mr. Meyerberg.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

Yes, I can bring it there.

Thank you, Mr. Meyerberg.

This gimbal stock pantyhose.

I take the note to them. Give it to me.

I meet Meyerberg outside Grant's tomb.

He gives me the payoff in cash, nothing
bigger than hundreds.

When?

They can't get a hold of the money for a
couple of days.

Probably the day after tomorrow.

He'll call again, let me know for sure.

Until the day after tomorrow.

Don't worry.

Just go to your office tomorrow, make
like nothing's happening. I'll take care

of it all on Tuesday.

We don't even pack. Just pick up the
money and split to the airport.

Hello?

Sherry? This is Elaine.

I have had it.

There is no Jerry anymore.

You could have told me this would
happen, but you didn't have time.

Elaine, listen. You got money problems,
Sherry? You look in your own horoscope.

Because you're going to have every kind
of tax.

First thing in the morning after I get
off work. Elaine, listen.

Look, she is not going to blow the
whistle on us. In a couple of days, I

care, but not until I see the money.
Now, will you talk to her, Sherry? She

won't listen to me. She hates me.

Where does she live?

Elaine Miller, in the directory.

Why?

Ray. Ray, what are you doing?

Catch her in the morning after work.

Talk to her so that she doesn't cause
any trouble.

We're close, baby.

You realize how close we are?

Paris.

Paris. Oh, I can almost taste it.

Hey.

It's 8 .30. You gonna walk in that
cement all night? Hey, Frank.

Where did you take a Ray Kaufman?

Going in?

I liked him.

One of the best, I thought.

A good detective that he was, but he
gave it all away.

And what he gave away was gold, this
badge.

Sure, next detective digging bullets
out, switching them around, all that

I can buy that in a second.

But Howard, what does he know? He's a
glorified accountant.

Where would he land it?

I think Howard's telling the truth,
Frank.

I think that Kaufman's in on this.

But I haven't got the faintest idea how
to prove it.

Lieutenant, here, impeccably typed is
Mrs. Kaufman's testimony to me and a

statement from the janitor that he saw
no one go in or out last Wednesday. Not

one astrology client.

I thought you told me the janitor went
to the movies on Wednesday.

Well, that's why he didn't see anybody.

What's this impeccably typed notation?

Rent a comp?

Well, this Mrs. Kaufman's a very
businesslike lady. She has a computer

work out the basic monthly projections
for her clients.

I made a record of the company name.

Rent -a -cop.

Rent -a -cop, huh?

What are we doing?

Turning to a computer to solve this
Cucifrito?

Did you hear that one about the doctor?

He gave his patient six months to live.

Oh, here it is.

Is that the whole joke?

He couldn't pay his bill, right? So he
gave him six more.

Yeah, shit.

Oh.

And

what

exactly do you do for Sherry Copland,
Mrs. Lambert? Let me show you.

Louisa! Put this horoscope program on,
will you, Louisa?

Por favor.

Now, all I have to do is type in the
individual's vital statistic that's

by Sherry, and the computer prints out
every important planet, location, and

conjunction for the coming month, as it
applies to the particular subject.

Which Sherry then interprets for her
clients.

Exactly. Mr. Tyburn, last Wednesday
night, if Sherry had a client, she might

have given her the forecast for the next
month, right?

Yes. Would have started on the next day,
Thursday.

I did do one that started for her last
Thursday.

A Scorpio.

Scorpio? Which means Sherry possibly did
have a client once tonight. This, uh,

this Scorpio, right?

I guess so.

Let me check with Gretchen.

The computer, that is.

Where's the name?

Oh, I never know the name, not even the
sex.

That's all Sherry ever supplies me with.

All you know is that this person was
born November 2nd, 1949, at exactly 3

in the morning.

At longitude 71 degrees, 48 minutes
west.

And latitude 42 degrees, 17 minutes
north.

Ah, you need more.

You wouldn't hurt.

71 degrees, 48 minutes.

Just cuts across this little piece of
doing right here. That line there is the

latitude, Captain. And where they meet
is where we have Worcester,

Massachusetts. All right, thank you very
much. You've been a great deal of help.

All right, November 2nd, 1949, 306.

At St. Martha's Hospital in Worcester,
Massachusetts.

Worcester, Massachusetts.

Worcester, Massachusetts. A baby girl
named Elaine, born to a Mr. and Mrs.

Yastrovich.

Elaine Yastrovich.

Did she ever do the ding -dong number?

What? Was she ever joined in holy
matrimony?

I'll check it out. Yeah, do that. I'll
take Manhattan.

I'll take the Bronx.

And Staten Island, too.

Oh, thank you, Captain.

Miss Miller? Oh, Mr.

Kaufman.

doing here? I just got here. Yes, I
know. I just thought I'd drop by. Hey,

you get in here? This is my apartment.
Yes, I know, and I'm going to make it

worth your while.

Here's $500.

For what?

Look, Elaine, you know, I didn't like
the way that Sherry dropped you, so I'm

giving you all your money back, plus the
bonus.

Now, all this talk about the Better
Business Bureau and the IRS... Do you

what it says in my horoscope for today?

Avoid temptation.

Stick to your original plan. Well, I'm
reporting your wife. Just as soon as I

get myself pulled together. Wait a
minute. Wait a minute. Look, I don't

to say anything for a couple of days.

That's all I'm asking. You've got to
work a switchboard with these hands.

hurts. Look, I don't want to see.

You touch me again, I scream.

Breaking in here. You wait till the
super hears about this. Wait a minute.

a minute.

Look.

Look.

Sherry and I have got some problems.
Okay.

And we got a chance to make a real
score.

Elaine.

Elaine.

Elaine.

Lieutenant,

you were right. She was married.

Name of Miller. This is where she works
and where she lives.

All right.

You go to where she works and bring her
in. All right.

Where are you going?

Well, I'm going to try and catch her at
home. She might be there.

Now, just do what I tell you.

Call that lawyer.

Tell him that we cannot wait until
tomorrow for the money.

Ray.

Tomorrow. What's the fastest he could
get it?

Why, we got problems?

Problems? No.

We don't have any problems.

You don't sound good, Ray.

Hey, listen.

This is all going to turn our lives
around, isn't it?

I mean, it's worth it, isn't it?

I mean, everything is... It's not going
to be the same dead end again, is it,

anymore?

I mean, it's not like when I... I blew
his shield that time.

I mean, this time it's going to be...

This time it's going to be champagne and
caviar, right, Princess?

I'm counting on it, Ray.

Now, you take it easy, sweetheart.

I'll be right here waiting for you to
get home.

Hurry.

You late, Miller?

Captain.

Harry had nothing to do with this.

Tell her.

Tell her I'm sorry.

I wanted to make it to Paris.

I ordered this one.

You didn't order a damn thing.

There she is, Lieutenant.

We picked her up at Kennedy Airport,
waiting to board a Paris flight.

Look at what I found.

Sit down, Mrs. Kaufman. You've got
nothing on me. I haven't done anything.

You know,

I remember the first day that Ray
reported to me.

Twelve years on the force and he finally
made detective.

I never saw anybody so excited.

You know, except for the hairliner. Look
who's talking.

He was just like a rookie fresh out of
the police academy.

Lieutenant. Shut up, Mrs. Kaufman.

And you hear me out.

Nobody gave more to the force than your
husband. Nobody.

I remember years later.

You know, he'd be sitting all alone when
he thought nobody was looking at him.

And there he'd be with that badge in his
hand. The gold.

Couldn't believe it.

Then all of a sudden out of the blue he
turned rotten.

And I've often wondered how a guy like
Ray Kaufman could turn bad. A guy who'd

betray a bad she loved more than his own
life.

You want to know something, Mrs.
Kaufman?

I think I'm looking at the answer right
now.

Stavros.

Yes, sir.

Booker. Fraud. Extortion.

Accessory to homicide.

And I should make it two homicides.

Two? Your husband, Mrs. Coppin.

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