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Thank you.

Please wait inside the gate area.

Smooth flight.

Not too bad.

Uh, Porter.

Are your customers no problem?

Well, you know, we've even...

Thank you.

Thank you. Oh, it's the black Porsche
over there.

Thank you.

Are we still

on for this evening, Stephen?

I'll see you in a week.

You have to ask.

Good morning. Morning.

What are all the books?

Books? Books. Uh, books. Well, let's
see. I've got the, uh, Yellow Pages, uh,

Guide to Beautiful Fiji. Not those.
These.

Oh, those.

Well, I had planned to surprise you with
that.

Yeah, uh, these just got delivered this
morning, and I -I gotta sign a few of

them. I'll -I'll get them out of here
later.

My life as a private investigator.

Yeah, yeah.

By Richard Simon. What the hell is this,
Rick? Oh, it's just a little something

I cooked up in my spare time, that's
all.

Gore, gut and guns.

The true life adventures of a modern
Sherlock. Yeah, well, the ad people, the

publishers wrote that cover stuff. I
just, I wrote what's on the inside

Uh... That's not the point, Rick.

Well, you're the one who's always
complaining when I hit you up for loans

my cash flow goes a little sour. I just
figured I'd do something about it.

No, that's not the point either.

The point is, Rick, this makes it sound
as if... 200 smackers. It's my first

advance against royalty.

I always knew our cases would be good
for something besides just yarns to

to our grandkids.

Aha! Aha!

Aha! Our is the operative word. Our
cases.

Yeah? And this.

Makes it sound as if you solved all
those cases by yourself. No, that's not

true. No, no, you're mentioned in here.

Somewhere.

Besides, this isn't your kind of book. I
mean, this is just a little harmless

entertainment for the bored masses. It's
not that highbrow stuff you like.

Thank God.

Yes.

Yes, unfortunately, he is here.

Hello.

Abigail.

I've got a woman down here named Molly
Blake. She is a break -and -enter

suspect. She named you for her one phone
call and claims she'll make her bail.

Do you want to see her before I throw
her in the stir?

I don't know. Is she pretty?

Your book didn't say what to do if you
get arrested.

Do you get arrested?

Um, my book isn't exactly a how -to kind
of thing. I know it's not meant to be,

but nobody could read those stories
without wanting to try it out.

I didn't know who to call, and besides,
I just knew you'd come.

I could tell you're the kind of man who
wouldn't let me down.

Gee, I hate to disappoint you. I found
your book the day I decided to quit

a stewardess. Mr. Beamers, that's my ex
-boss, he said to me, Molly, you'll

never amount to anything.

Saran wrap sticks better to things than
you do.

And I said, Mr. Beamers, I happen to
think saran wrap sticks pretty good, so

take your grimy paws and feel the back
of your own skirt.

So I go into the flight lounge.

I'm crying, you know, and there's nobody
around.

And I get down on my knees. First time
since 10th grade when I wanted Marty

Bullock to ask me to the homecoming.

I said, dear God, if you know what I
should do, I wish you'd show me, because

sure don't.

And I opened my eyes, and there you were
staring at me from the back cover of

your book.

Well, what's it going to be?

You three figure out how you know each
other.

You're bold, Mrs. Steinbeck.

Uh, Abigail, has bail been set?

It's $1 ,000, and it's Lieutenant.

$1 ,000? For what? All she did was look
in somebody's glove compartment.

The trunk latch was in the glove
compartment, and there was $3 ,000 worth

office equipment in that trunk.

All right, um, what if we take her on
our recognizance?

Rick.

Excuse me.

We don't know this person.

AJ, do you remember Spike, my cat? The
one we found in the storm drain when we

were kids?

Yeah, he bit Mom and he tore the
Venetian blinds down before he ran away.

Never mind. Molly here is just like
Spike.

Besides which, I stand by my readers.

She's going to bite Molly?

So, what do you say, Marsh? Deal?

On one condition.

Once. Just once. I want to hear you call
me Lieutenant.

To my face.

I meant now.

Of course, once I started it, I put it
down.

But I don't have to tell you that,
right, Aiden? I mean, it was exciting.

And then, after I finished your book, I
started looking around for something to

investigate. It all started with a black
eye.

You got a black eye? No, not me. Dana.
She's my best friend. We're stewardesses

together.

She's like a sister to me, I guess. I
mean, I don't have a sister, but if I

I'd want her to be just like Dana.

Excuse me, what does this have to do
with breaking into a car?

See, it was Dana's mother's car, only I
didn't know it. I mean, if I knew it was

her mother's, I wouldn't have broken
into it. See, there was this strange

and she was going to Dana's office every
day. This was right after they made her

flight supervisor.

Who? Who what?

Who did they make flight supervisor?

Dana. They made her flight supervisor,
and two days later, she shows up with

this black eye.

Just a little harmless entertainment for
the bored masses.

Look, Molly, there's something you have
to understand here.

The detective business just isn't for
everybody.

About the book. What about the book?
Well, it's not meant to be like a job

manual or anything. Being an
investigator takes years of experience

training. Really? What did you train?

For example, tonight we're going to go
on this stakeout and... Oh, really?

Oh, I'm so excited. This is wonderful.

What should I wear?

Oh, no, wait. Yeah, I see. He didn't
mean... Oh, my first stakeout. Oh, you

guys. You guys are the best friends a
girl can have.

What time?

Uh, we'll leave about eight.

I'll be here.

Oh, excuse me.

Careful, careful now.

She cannot come with us.

Well, now, wait a minute. This might not
be such a bad idea.

A lady is hung up on being a detective,
right?

What better way to sour her on the whole
business than to take her along? Look,

you cannot risk the life of some
neophyte. Risk her what?

Her life as A .J. on the sporting goods
store?

We have had that place on watch for a
week. The only thing that's at risk is

sanity.

Boredom, hunger, lack of sleep.

Trust me.

One night of that, she'll be ready to go
back to the office to get a milk.

I should have been doing this years ago.

Wasting away my life pouring drinks from
little bottles to overstressed

businessmen. What if I could have been
having all this fun?

Can't believe how exciting this is.

Would stealing shoes be grand larceny or
just a misdemeanor?

Misdemeanor, probably.

Unless they stole a lot of shoes.

Or they're armed. Gosh, do you think
they could be? I mean, would employees

stealing aerobic shoes, would they carry
guns?

Maybe knives.

Molly, we were kind of hoping to take
them by surprise.

Oh, right.

This is just so much more exciting than
my case. That was just a practice case.

How was I supposed to know that was
Dana's mother in the car?

Dana's... Oh, yeah, the stewardess with
the black eye.

She's flight supervisor now. Right,
right.

Did I tell you that when I asked her
about the black eye, she got so nervous

that she dumped three cups of coffee on
the passengers?

Yes. Now you tell me, is that normal?

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Nice collar, guys.

What a question. Colleen was

delivering for you, Stephen.

Us, Dana.

She could be any place.

We're not dealing with the most stable
personalities God ever made.

Disappearing completely, not even
showing up for a flight out.

While the girl tastes a little money,
she's probably partying her lights out

Hoosongs.

In your new position, it's your duty to
get rid of

unreliable people with people we can
trust.

That's all right. Come in.

Oh, Rick and A .J. Simon. This is Dana
Mason, her fiancée. Hi. Hi.

How do you do?

Pleasure. Hi.

Well, I'll leave you to your business.

Dinner tonight?

You cook. I'll bring the wine.

Chardonnay, okay?

California, not French.

So long.

Well, forgive me. It's been quite a day.
My secretary didn't tell me. No, we

don't have an appointment.

Just a friendly visit. Molly told us you
all had worked together for a long

time. Well, it seemed like forever,
those red eyes to Europe.

Would you like to have a seat?

Thank you.

How can I help you all?

Well, Miss Mason, Dana, my brother and I
are private investigators, and Molly

here is an apprentice of ours.

She's what?

She helped us on a case.

As a matter of fact, she saved our
skins, which is why we're here. We owe

one. Molly, what's going on?

Please understand, Molly was worried
about you and when she saw a strange

who didn't work here, always in your
office, she decided to follow her. Look,

don't... I'm sure if your mother
understood the circumstances, she would

the charges.

My mother?

Please don't. Don't say it.

Molly, I know that in some misguided way
you're trying to help.

I know you.

I know when something's wrong. What are
you talking about?

Look at me.

I have a new job. I'm marrying a
fantastic guy.

Molly, are you jealous?

No.

Not at all. You are a dear person.

Sometimes I think you're obsessed with
my life because you don't want to look

your own.

What are you saying?

I'm saying if you can't be a friend and
just a friend, then I really don't want

you in my life.

Dana!

Look, I'm sorry I don't have any more
time for you right now.

If you're having some kind of a problem,
maybe you should see a counselor.

If you'll forgive me, I have a full
schedule I have to attend to.

I can't believe that Dana would do that.

Don't take it so hard, Molly.

This could be a very disillusioning
business.

Boy, that's for sure. To see your best
friend lie like that.

Lie? Lie?

Yeah. Come on, Rick. Didn't you count
the blinks?

Count the blinks?

Sure. You know, the Bamberger custody
case, chapter six of your book. You

tell she was lying because she had this
nervous blink when she lied. Well, Dana

looked like Nixon answering questions
about Watergate.

And the black eye.

All right, the black eye I did see.

I just assumed she was still recovering.

No, now it's the other eye.

Don't tell me she bought that one a
doorknob, too.

Rick, in the forward of your book, you
talk about helping people in trouble.

I mean, isn't that why you're in this
business?

Well, it's one of the reasons, yeah, but
there's enough real trouble in this

world without going out and... I'm
sorry.

Molly, I seem to have shoelace stuck in
my teeth. You're worse than Mr. Beamers.

All right.

Okay. Fine.

I'll be on my way.

Well?

Goodbye.

Where's my autographed copy? You
promised me an autographed copy of the

Yeah, I did. I did. And you'll get it.
See, all the copies that I have are at

the office to be signed.

I'll tell you what. You can come back
here at 6 .30.

Why 6 .30?

Well, because dinner will be ready at 6
.30. Sunset's at 6 .50. Dinner? Yeah.

See, I figure if you come back and meet
me here, that I could sign the book for

you, and I could probably even tell you
some more stories, you know, that were a

little too lurid to find their way into
the book, and then we could part

friends. Friends? Yeah, on a tangent.

Okay. Okay. See ya. See ya.

Don't do that.

Do what?

Don't take advantage of that poor girl.

Me? You.

Advantage? Yes, advantage.

A .J., you disappoint me.

After tonight, investigation is going to
be the furthest thing from Molly's

mind. I'm going to tell her the absolute
bottom line truth about this business

and deflate her hero worship at the same
time.

A .J. is a wonderful assistant, of
course, but he does get a bit uppity

sometimes. I think you handle him really
well. You treat him almost like an

equal. Well, almost, yeah.

Younger brothers tend to get inferiority
complexes, so I try to do everything I

can to bolster A .J.'s confidence.

That's really sweet of you. Yes, it is.

But we don't want to talk about him.

No, we don't.

Would you care to join me over here on
the sofa?

Okay. Okay.

Molly, there is a basic truth about the
detective business that I feel I should

tell you about. I want to learn it all
firsthand.

You do?

Well, that's what you think.

If I could just get into Dana's head and
know what she's thinking.

Well, Molly, being a detective doesn't
make you clairvoyant.

Maybe Dana is acting differently towards
you because of her promotion. I mean,

sometimes jobs do funny things to
people. No.

It started before that. It began about
the time she started dating Stephen.

Well, then maybe that's it.

Falling in love can do it, too. I know
that, for instance, when I fall in love,

I just... I go completely to pieces.

Really? Yeah.

Me, too.

You do?

But I won't rest easy till I find out
for sure.

You know, when I just think of how much
I've learned from reading your

stories...

I wonder how I'd do if I became a
genuine, you know, apprentice.

Apprentice? Yeah.

I want to learn everything you have to
teach me.

Everything? Uh -huh.

I'll learn.

Knock, knock. Come aboard.

Denied.

Thought you all might like a little
after -dinner treat.

Didn't know Rick would.

How thoughtful of you.

Well.

How's the autograph party coming?

Well, we've been discussing other
things.

His adventures.

My training.

Your training.

Molly, we have to talk.

We are not going to train you to be a
private investigator.

He's right, we're not.

You're an amateur.

And in this business, being an amateur
can get you killed.

Yeah, there is a lot more to it than
just counting the number of times

blinks their eyes.

Now, we're both very flattered by your
interest, but the truth is that when

business isn't dangerous, it's dirty,
dull, and boring.

The money is not good.

The people that you meet are frequently
less than world class, and in short, it

is considerably less rosy than F. Scott
Simon here would have you believe.

If it's so bad, why are you guys in it?

Well, it's... Are you trying to scare
me?

Forget it.

What about the stakeout? What about the
rest of the sporting goods store? I have

a natural gift for this work.

Beginner's luck, Molly.

And we feel that you should give some
serious thought to career counseling.

What you're really doing is giving me
the brush off.

Telling me to get lost.

You don't believe me about Dana.

Fine, I'll show you.

If you're not going to help me save that
girl from whatever trouble she's in,

I'll just have to do it myself.

Cheesecake?

Sure.

No, thanks. I believe I'll pass on the
coffee.

All right, sir. I think you get a letter
down a little bit easier.

Well, maybe, Phil.

At least our lives will get back to
normal now.

We've got an awful lot of messages here.

Ah, maybe we've got some work.

Consortium of Dentists. In a limited
partnership, we'd like to buy the rights

your book for the Asian TV market.

Hi,

this is Phoebe Moynihan. Are you really
as cute as you look on the back of your

book? If so, my number is 55... Am I
going to have

to wait through two hours for Phoebe
Moynihan to find out if we have any real

calls? I really like her.

Phoebe Moynihan?

No, Molly.

Oh. Relax, AJ.

Things will quieten down.

Hey, Rick!

Listen, I didn't know you were a writer.

I mean, this is real juicy stuff.

I especially like the part where you
locked up the four bikers in the deep

freeze at the beer bar.

Hey!

I did that.

Poetic life.

No, seriously, are you in this book
business for real?

Well, yeah. Looks that way.

That's good.

Because it says in your lease that the
rent goes up if you use this place for

anything besides your P .I. trade.

Up?

How up is up?

Double. Listen, could you sign this for
me? Make it to my main man, Leroy.

Does it?

Get out! Get out!

I've had enough of this. I want it to
stop. Ouch!

Do I detect just a wee tad of jealousy
here?

No, Rick.

I am not jealous.

Good.

I am, however, interested in getting on
with earning our daily bread.

And I want this parade of idiots.

I told you.

I told you I'd find evidence that
Danny's in trouble. And there it is.

Did you get this stuff from her?

Well, sort of.

They're from her apartment. These are
flight manifests and personnel files.

So? She's just working overtime.

No way. These were never supposed to
leave the office. It was totally

confidential company property.

Molly, you were under our recognizance.

So? Please, please tell me that you
didn't break into her apartment and

these files.

I didn't.

I had a key.

And you took this stuff?

Does she know it? No, she's at work.

Till when?

Is that your answer?

Yes. You want to hear it again?

Parting her lights out at who sounds you
said.

Then why did Colleen's body wash up on
the Marine base? Why, Stephen?

Because she was losing it.

She was quivering like Christmas
pudding.

And if I'd have let her go, she would
have walked into the first party that

could find and...

told her dirty little story to the first
punk who filled her nose with a line of

coke.

200 girls, and you had to recruit that
loser.

Okay, let's have a look at her
replacement.

Where are the files, Dana?

Uh, I, um, I took them back to the
office. Uh, Lakin, the personnel VP, he

announced a review, and then I had to
put them back.

Where are those files?

Stephen, I can't do this anymore. I
don't want to.

Where are they? Oh, Stephen, I don't
know. I left them right here, I swear.

when I came home, they were gone.

Who could have taken them? Think.

Who?

You're the only friend who's got a key
to her place.

I'm sure Stephen has a key. They've been
dating for months now.

Reminds me, who is that guy? Is he a
celebrity or something? I know him from

somewhere.

Holland. I think you can kind of bank
her or something.

Let's hope he doesn't keep bankers'
hours, otherwise he might be here by

Rick? Barry? Want to take a

look?

Sure.

You know her?

No, Molly, no.

No.

Yeah,

tell him if he wants quicker results, he
can ask the hooker himself.

Maybe she'll talk to him.

Okay? We say suicide, you say murder.

Why?

Because we have reason to believe that
the woman was in trouble, left from

another investigation.

What investigation?

Could I have the name of your charm
school?

Oh, come on, Simon. There's a fire sale
on homicides out there. I've already got

five on the blotter right now, and it
isn't even dark yet. You want to add to

the stack? You better tell me why.

All right, you remember the, uh, the
lady that you released into our custody

other day?

Uh, the carburger?

That fruitcake?

Yeah, well, that fruitcake was best
friends with the victim.

Well, that proves the dead girl was
unstable.

Your friend's a wacko.

Don't you think it's just a little bit
coincidental that Molly told us that the

girl was in trouble and now she's dead?

Coincidental.

Suicides are always in trouble.

Why they're suicides.

All right, look, Lieutenant.

There's one guy that you should at least
question. Her boyfriend, a fellow by

the name of Stephen... Wainwright.

I already have.

He's the one who claimed the body. Poor
guy was really broken up.

Who is he?

I mean, do I know him? Does he have a
record or something?

What makes you think I ran him?

Because underneath that officious,
obnoxious, crusty exterior of yours

beats the heart of a true cop.

Hey, AJ.

I did run him.

No record.

I remember my first night in Paris.

Dana took me to climb the Eiffel Tower.

Every step.

I wanted to take the elevator, but she
said, you couldn't appreciate the view

unless you worked for it.

I was just 18.

Well, when we got to the top, I was
beat. I was bushed. I could hardly

But she took my hand, and she pointed at
the sky the sun had just set.

And the sky was pink and purple.

And they were just lighting up the
monuments and the cathedrals.

And they just lit up.

Like wedding cakes.

She didn't kill herself.

The police can let it go.

You can let it go.

Who said anything about letting it go?

Come on, A .J.

You two have been trying to disillusion
me ever since we met.

Well, it worked.

I'm disillusioned.

And if this is the life of adventure you
talked about in your book, Rick, you

can keep it.

I guess Mr. Beamers was right.

Who? Oh, just ran around.

Being a detective isn't the first
fantasy I've blown.

I worked for an escort service for a
while, and I just knew that any minute

handsome, lonely man would walk in the
door and our eyes would meet.

And what I got was kinky propositions
and plum on and evicted.

Evicted? Because I can't pay my rent.

Do you want to hear about glamour and
big bucks and modeling? I know about

one, too.

And door -to -door cosmetics and
lingerie parties.

Molly, stop it now.

Okay.

Thanks for everything.

I'll see you guys around sometime,
maybe.

Turn your butt around and get back here.

What? Sit.

Come on.

Just hear us out. If you still want to
leave after that, you can, but not until

then. Molly, you did not kill Dana.

Of course I didn't. I'm not talking
reality here. I'm talking about the way

feel. The guilt, the self -pity. You're
telling yourself if you'd done what she

asked and left her alone, she'd still be
alive.

What are you, a shrink?

A psychic?

He's saying that because we feel the
exact same way.

If we'd taken you more seriously.

If we'd listened a little harder.

If Dana was murdered, it's because she
was fooling around with fire long before

you or we came along.

She made her own problems. We didn't.

Playing detective like I did?

Trying to help a friend.

She's dead.

I must have done something wrong.

The only thing that you could do that's
wrong would be to walk away now before

we can nail whoever killed her.

You were her friend.

We need your help.

In fact, we can't do it without you.

You know, maybe Dana really was just
trying to familiarize herself with

she was supervising.

That would explain why somebody would
kill her.

I know this girl.

Oh, pretty.

Looks like a tough cookie, though.

Boy, that's for sure. This girl can
party.

Fun, huh?

No, are you kidding? This girl would
spend all night bar hopping and picking

guys, and then she'd show up for a
transatlantic flight, wired and mean,

eyes, no sleep.

Oh, well.

Apparently the airline suspected our
habits.

This one, too.

Listen, um... Too many sick days lead
supervisor to suspect substance abuse.

Consider probation.

This one and this one, too.

Well, uh... Finally got a common
denominator.

Well, I'll tell you, if I were into
drugs, I'd want to be on these flights.

Bogota.

Istanbul.

Amsterdam, Bangkok, all the drug
capitals of the world.

Well, then Dana was doing her job, you
know, making sure these girls didn't get

on those flights.

Or making sure that they did.

What?

Why would she do that?

Why would she risk everything? Her job,
the chance of becoming Mrs. Stephen

Megabucks Wainwright?

Megabucks?

I knew I'd heard that name before.

It gets us away from time to time.

Usually, we don't worry it's over in a
few days, but here lately, we have been

worried about coal.

It's getting messy.

Um... Ha -ha! Uh -huh.

Stephen Wainwright.

All right. Here's the plan.

Okay. First, you type FC list for the
flight crews. FC list. Got it.

Then 114 for the flight numbers.

114. How is it 411?

No, that's information.

Molly. Shut up.

Stay.

Just what do you think you're doing?

Name Stephen John's main office sent me
down here to replace Dana Mason. You

heard about her?

Yes, yes, I did. Well, thank goodness
you're here. We have been snowed under.

Listen, pal, if you think I busted my
tail on the line for seven years just to

get roped into failing out a
whippersnapper like you whose fingers

with his brain, think again.

I've got schedules to fix here. You know
the same group has made the run on Thor

19 for six days in a row to O 'Hare
without more than a two -hour layover?

Back and forth, back and forth like ping
-pong balls?

I'm sorry.

Agreed. Now get back to work. You've got
customers.

Yes, sir.

Wait. I'll give you a window seat.

Wait, wait. I'll give you... Take care
of the rest of them before they leave.

Yes, sir.

If you think utilities are going to give
you

total return in an inflationary spiral,
I've got a bridge I want to sell you.

Sorry. So, AJ, what are you driving?

Same old car.

Get you a great deal on a 680i. Repo,
client of mine. Guy left his shirt on an

options deal.

Who made money, though? I was wondering,
do you know him? You remember Mort

Sackman?

Oh, short Mort. Yeah, Phi Omega.

Yep. Yeah. Dead.

Heart attack last month. Yeah, too much
stress. The guy didn't work out enough.

Stephen Wainwright. Does that name mean
anything to you? Are you kidding?

The Wizard of Weefbotten? The Bane of
Berlin?

Turned into the Zero of Zurich? One of
my personal heroes?

He got arrested in that currency
manipulation scandal in Switzerland.

He tried to bribe an official of the
Swiss currency exchange.

Can you believe it? We are talking
major. God's poker here.

Wait. I need to know whatever happened
to him.

The Swiss gave him a choice.

He took deportation over prison. It
ended his career in a money business.

for a few months, the guy had it all.

But there is no way that he could hold a
legitimate job in finance right now. Is

that correct?

Are you kidding? The SEC bought him from
trading for life.

Thank you.

Hey, let's do it again sometime.

Yeah, hello.

What about lunch?

AJ's going to flip over what we found
out.

My brother doesn't flip.

What's wrong?

AJ's car's not here and his blinds are
closed.

So?

They weren't closed when he left.

You want to test out your fuel
techniques?

AJ, Simon, if you don't get to your
bottom out here, I'm going to throw this

baby in the canal.

Who the hell's that?

care anymore.

You don't even look like me. Hold it.

I wish I had a witty line for you, too,
but drop your guns and raise your hands

will just have to do.

Right over there.

Okay, Molly, come on in.

Nice job.

I told you how to get to this.

You've got a great teacher.

Sometimes even great teachers can keep
learning.

If you relax and cooperate, I won't have
to blow your brother's brains all over

the artwork.

Oh, you'll have to forgive me.

This sort of strong -arm business really
isn't my forte.

You seem to be doing fine so far.

Well, thank you.

Let's see. Now, my man tracked you to
the airport.

I can guess why. We told him all about
you. You might as well throw in the

towel. Somehow I doubt that.

Okay, doubt it.

You've got a wise mouth, you know that?

You bring out the best in me.

Found these.

Back of the closet.

So you've seen these.

Then suddenly one of you has lunch with
a top broker and the other one goes to

the airport.

My bet is you're close, but you haven't
got it all figured out.

Yet.

So you haven't gone to the police.

Yet.

Zorn. Wait until it's dark. Take them
out into the desert.

People die out there and they're never
around.

Fine if I stretch?

Yes, I do.

Sit. Oh, come on. What am I gonna do?

Just get your butt back. Are you scared?

Are you kidding?

Can you act?

Act? I tried it for a month.

You ever see Camille?

Oh, now what?

I don't know.

What's wrong?

What, asthma?

Heart?

You okay?

Oh, boy, she's having some kind of an
attack.

If you think we're going to fall for a
con like this... Well, you think it's

some kind of a game? She's choking. Get
your hands up over your head. Look,

she's having an attack of some kind.

Either of you guys know TPR?

TPR?

All right, all right.

It was a nice punch.

I softened him up for you.

Nixon, this is AJ.

I want you to get a cruiser, come over
to my house and pick up whatever you

find. Then tell Marsh to meet us at
Atlantic Northern Air, now.

Let's go.

Well, that's exactly the way you said it
would be. All four girls were crewed in

one flight from Istanbul via New York.

I wonder what they're hauling.

Heroin, ash, something small enough to
make it through New York customs, and

something big enough to kill for when
Dana threatened to blow the whistle.

I'll be helping the ladies with their...

Oh, officers, am I glad to see you.

Are you just going to stand there and
let these guys manhandle me? This is

you have?

What's the charge? Felony possession of
pantyhose?

Just wait, all right?

Wait a minute. Did she give you this
lead?

Simon, this better be great, or I'll be
taking you downtown.

This ain't baking soda.

Puff him.

You want to read this jerk his rights?

Lieutenant.

I don't think I'd be this scared.

Wainwright, that snake.

I hope he gets life.

Given the murder charges and the
smuggling charges, he may well.

You take care.

I will.

What if the career counselor says I'm
perfectly suited to be a private

investigator? Well, then you tell her
she ought to be a career counselor.

Okay.

Bye -bye.

Good luck, Molly.

Well, Mr. Famous Author, are you ready
to get back to work?

Well, actually, I was hoping you could
handle things for a while. There's a

bookseller's convention in Iowa City,
and the agent has set up a couple of dog

shows, you know, some TV appearances,
radio stuff.

Surprise and success, AJ.

Where are you going?

I need help too, you know.

And I'd be nuts if they partnered with
you.