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Solving a murder is a lot like doing a jigsaw puzzle after your dogs chewed up

the pieces and spat them out again.

It's never pretty.

And you never get a look at the whole picture.

She's dead.

The witnesses all say Carlos was the last person to see the deceased alive.

That's what the witnesses you have say, Lieutenant.

Please, call me Tony.

I got more than enough to convict.

You've only got enough to lynch. Let this guy have a trial.

Florida. This has got pickles on it. I'm allergic to pickles.

I think I ordered whole wheat.

Oh, um...

Sorry. You know, you just broke the health code.

Arrest me.

I'll plead insanity. My kids will testify.

I'm trying to defend this man, Tony.

You have to find me some new witnesses.

Gabrielle, believe me, I'd love to, but there are none. Have your men look

again. Sure, no problem. I'll just pull them off the other 12 murders they're

working on. You can explain it to your colleagues.

Okay, I get the picture.

I'll bring in a private investigator.

That'll be somebody good.

Recommendation? I know one.

Oh, good. The waitress knows one.

Bernie Fox. He's the best.

You know him?

He gets the job done.

You can recommend him?

Absolutely.

Here's his number. I work for him sometimes.

Sally. Is he there now?

Yeah.

Great. I'll give him a call after lunch.

Cover for me for ten minutes, CD? No problem. It's covered. No problem.

She can use the extra money. Relax already, babe.

We could use the money, honey, and this is relaxed.

You want to see Wyatt?

I could give you that, too.

Arcadelfia.

Bemidji.

Bayfield.

Bernie? Got a minute?

Thanks for coming by.

Sorry.

Hump tulips.

Can I help? Many berries.

Shediac? Souk? Bosom?

Bosom?

Sure look busy.

Busy? Watch me as I eagerly trace a wigged -out oral surgeon on his cross

-country spending spree.

370 credit card receipts from a guy who did one too many root canals. And no, I

don't have a job for you.

Unless you'd like to help me play pin the tail on the donkey.

Bernie, I was wondering, if I brought in a job, would you let me work it?

Are you making deals now? You got a case?

No, no, not really, but... So do we have a deal? I bring

the job in, I get to work it?

Yeah. Sure.

Fox Investigations.

This is Gabrielle Delmonico.

This is Bernie Fox.

You're the person who's defending the guy in the Bobby Hackman murder, right?

Right.

I'm wondering if you're available to meet with me in my office at 3 this

afternoon. Ooh, I don't know.

And then maybe we can visit my client.

He's in custody.

I'll be right there.

Good. And bring your associate.

I beg your pardon?

Deal to deal. This case is not for beginners.

I'll learn.

Every one of these witnesses has done hard time. It promises to be very

dangerous.

I got the job. I work it.

Just go over it again for us.

If Sally and Bernie are going to be of any help to us, they're going to have to

know what went on. Who was present.

Bobby Hackman was like my brother.

We've been running together for 15 years.

And they say I sliced them.

I'd rather slice myself.

Bobby went to the can.

So I was showing this girl.

Sheila. Sheila.

I was showing her this tricky shot I do sometimes.

Like I'm supposed to be impressed with that or something?

I'm one of the... Maybe the only guy around who can pull this off.

Pay attention. You'll learn something.

Hey, Bobby!

You got a game or not?

Bobby!

Hey!

Is there a medical condition or what?

Bobby?

Hey, Hackman.

What are you doing?

It's just a feeling, intuition. But I got to tell you, I believe Carlos. I

he was really heartbroken. You could tell.

He and Bobby, they were like brothers.

So were Cain and Abel.

Fox.

Yeah, I'm Sheila Brown.

Gabrielle DeMonaco said you wanted to see me. All right.

Hi, I'm Polly Sullivan.

Thanks for coming.

You know, there's no news here, right?

I'm just telling you what I already told the cops and Delmonico and everybody

else.

I saw Carlos go into the little boy's room, and when he came out, Bobby

was a dead little boy.

I don't get it.

We understood that he and Carlos were friends.

Friends?

I don't know who's been feeding you that stuff.

You know, let me tell you my side of the scene.

It's a surprise to me that Hackman wasn't the one killing Carlos.

Come on already. Shoot.

Shoot.

Man, you stink.

Get out of my face, will you? Move or I'll kick it.

Hey, hey, watch it. You got a problem?

You scuffed it. Hey, forget it. Drop it. Oh, no, I scuffed your yellow shoe.

Carlos, come on, man. Back off.

You want to step outside?

All right, let's go.

Hey, come on, Joy, forget it. The shoe.

And that's all that's going to be left, baby.

Carlos, you want to get the cops in here?

Here, man.

Go on. Let goggles fix your shoes, all right? Go on.

Excuse me.

But up to then, do you remember seeing anybody go into the men's room?

Nobody.

And I was checking around because it looked like trouble.

Anyways, I managed to cool Joey out, and he backed down.

But Carlos, man, he wouldn't leave me alone.

Well, it's your shot. Will you take it, Carlos?

What are you doing with that punk, anyway?

What do you think?

I think you should be with me.

Enough is enough, Carlos.

Don't you touch me.

Nobody touches me.

Nobody touches me or lives.

Do you believe her?

Well, it's hard to say.

Her story seems pretty solid. You?

Oh, yeah, she's a solid witness for Fideau's case.

The Monica still got Niente. Come on, let's shake up Joey.

Where? Pool Hall?

Yeah, scene of the crime.

Great. Where the murder took place.

Yeah.

Scene of the crime.

Water was running.

He was freshening up.

Okay, then.

And the killer grabbed his head, and that's why they found water on the floor

and water in his lungs.

You're saying he drowned in the sink?

No, he struggled. And that's why and when the killer grabbed his head.

You be Hackman.

And now he throws him in the... Okay, okay, I get it. I don't want to be

anymore. I'll be Hackman. Okay.

Now the killer pulls out a knife.

I'm the killer now, and I stab him once through the heart.

It's just a little hard tape.

You get used to it.

It's not very comforting.

How's it going?

Time's running out. Joey Lake?

Bernie Platt.

Bordeaux said you'd be helpful in answering some questions.

Oh, he did, did he?

That depends.

Well, the detective gave us the impression you were a cooperative

me.

I'm just getting a little sick of all the questions, you know what I mean?

It's like an invasion of privacy.

We can understand that.

It won't take long.

Who else was there?

The owner was out, okay?

So it was just, uh, me and Sheila and Carlos and Hackman.

Now, I didn't see how it started.

But I heard it.

I just don't have it!

You got no more chances. Show me.

Show me! Okay!

Okay!

Where's the other half?

It's coming, man. I swear it is. You're lying.

You're always lying.

Yeah, I swear it, Carlos.

I believe you, Bobby.

Everybody believes you, huh?

Don't hurt me, man. Please.

Bobby, we're friends.

You know I never hurt you, huh?

I gotta go to the can, man.

So Joey was here, Sheila was over there, and Carlos... Was either being a

Boy Scout or was stabbing Buffy Hackman to death. We're looking at this thing

all around.

Thanks. Excuse me, sir.

They call me Goggle.

Goggle.

Did you happen to see anything the other night?

Me?

I'm only really good for about two inches. I guess that's why they wrote

as an eyewitness.

Oh, Tony.

See, what do your children call you?

My children?

How do you know I have kids?

It's all over your shoes.

Unless you eat chocolate crispies.

No, no, you're right.

You're really something.

The shoes.

They're interesting.

Each pair has its own story.

Huh.

Excuse me.

How about the murderer? Are there any interesting stories from that night?

No. I didn't see a thing.

Universal Pool Hall.

No. Not here.

Why don't you call back later?

Okay?

Carlos says he was at the table.

But Sheila says that Carlos was in the can.

This is a shoeshine stand.

This is goggles. This is Sheila, Joey, and this is the victim.

Mom, is this what you've been doing all day?

Something like that.

I think the napkins did it.

This is the shoe shine stand.

Please pass the shoe shine stand.

The mustard again?

They're cute.

I think the mustard killed the ketchup.

It's my job to help prove that the mustard didn't do it.

Mom, I think you're spending more time with the mustard than you are with us.

Ray, meet Carlos. If we don't do something, he's going to go to prison

very long time and maybe for something he didn't do.

Yeah, but are you hanging around with killers now? I mean, is this job safe?

Hey, I'm working with the best in the business.

Bernie?

Joey was getting his shoes shined.

But then... Joey was getting his shoes shined.

Joey was getting his shoes shined.

Let me speak to the man who shines shoes.

Goggles. You remember me?

I think the sunglasses did it.

No, Goggles was practically blind.

Besides, he was too far away from the victim.

The ketchup.

I need some victim.

I'll clean it up.

Don't move.

What's up? Are you okay?

It's his shoes.

Right this way, Goggles.

You've got to be kidding me. The guy's blind, Delmonico. The prosecutor will

him alive.

You're telling me.

Guys, this is not exactly what I was expecting.

Goggles, meet Detective Fedot.

We've met.

It's a pleasure again.

Yeah. How you doing, Mr. Goggles? Please excuse me. I've got a trial.

Goggles! Why don't you tell the detective something about his shoes?

I'd be delighted to, Sally.

What is this?

I don't know.

Lee, sit down.

Hmm.

What is it?

Just hate to be indiscreet.

About what?

Don't you ever sleep at home, detective?

What's that supposed to mean?

It's just the talcum powder in the stitching.

Unless you use sweet lavender mist.

Who is this guy?

Oh.

She's a brunette.

Tell us what you know.

I don't know anything.

But I'll tell you what I saw.

Hey, Goggles. That's me.

How about doing the shoes?

I had a little accident.

Well, it'd be a great pleasure.

Sit down.

It's quite a spill.

Better be careful it doesn't stain.

That's no spill, Goggles. That's just a little scuff.

That guy Carla stepped on my new shoes.

You're absolutely right, Mr. Joey.

My mistake.

I see the dirt from somebody's shoes.

Clean them up.

Good as new.

I want

you

to pick up Joey Lace for the murder of Robert Hackman.

And get his shoes.

His yellow shoes.

Some stains never come out.

Oh, yes.

Detective, perhaps this might be useful.

The cloth he polished Joey's shoes with.

Mr. Joey was always fussy about his shoes and about people who owed him

I never did much like yellow shoes.

Why didn't you come forward before?

I just bought a new pair of brogues and I...

Thought I'd like to live long enough to break them in.

But when you called and offered me protection... When I called?

Protection?

Yeah, well, whatever I said, I'll stick to.

And I really do appreciate you getting me a street license.

Most things are hard to come by without some pull.

Yeah, well...

You'll be hearing from me.

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